Against the Moor. For, I do know, the state- I must show out a flag and sign of love, Which is, indeed, but sign. That you shall surely find him, Lead to the Sagittary the raised search; And there will I be with him. So, farewell. [Exit. Enter, below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with torches. Bra. It is too true an evil; gone she is; And what's to come of my despised time, Is nought but bitterness.-Now, Roderigo, Where didst thou see her?-0, unhappy girl!With the Moor, say'st thou?-Who would be a father?— How didst thou know 'twas she? O, thou deceiv'st me Past thought!--What said she to you?-Get more tapers; Raise all my kindred.-Are they married, think you? Rod. Truly, I think they are. Bra. O Heaven!- How got she out?-O treason of the blood!- Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds Rod. Yes, sir; I have, indeed. Bra. Call up my brother.-O that you had had her!Some one way, some another.- Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor? Rod. I think I can discover him; if you please To get good guard, and go along with me. Bra. 'Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call: I may command at most.-Get weapons, ho! And raise some special officers of night.On, good Roderigo; --I'll deserve your pains. [Exeunt. -- SCENE II. The same. Another Street. Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Iago. Nay, but he prated, That, with the little godliness I have, Oth. shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being I would not my unhoused, free condition. Put into circumscription and confine For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yonder? Enter CASSIO, at a distance, and certain Officers with torches. Iago. These are the raised father, and his friends. You were best go in. Oth. Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant. The goodness of the night upon you, friends! Cas. The duke does greet you, general; And he requires your haste, post-haste appearance, Even on the instant. Oth. What is the matter, think you? Are at the duke's already. You have been hotly called for; [Exit. Cas. Ancient, what makes he here? Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carrack: If it prove lawful prize, he's made forever. Cas. I do not understand. He's married. Iago. Cas. Oth. To who? Re-enter ОTHELLO. Iago. Marry, to-come, captain, will you go? Iago. It is Brabantio.- General, be advised; Down with him, thief! [They draw on both sides. Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them. Good seignior, you shall more command with years, Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stowed my daughter? Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted her; For I'll refer me to all things of sense, Oth. Hold your hands, Bra. To prison; till fit time Of law, and course of direct session, Call thee to answer. Oth. off. 'Tis true, most worthy seignior, The duke's in council; and your noble self, I am sure, is sent for. Bra. Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. A Council Chamber. The Duke, and Senators, sitting at a table; Officers attending. Duke. There is no composition in these news, That gives them credit. 1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportioned; My letters say a hundred and seven galleys. Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty. 2 Sen. And mine, two hundred. But though they jump not on a just account, (As in these cases where the aim reports, 'Tis oft with difference,) yet do they all confirm A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus. Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment; I do not so secure me in the error, But the main article I do approve In fearful sense. Sailor. [Within.] What, ho! what, ho! what, ho! Enter an Officer with a Sailor. Off. A messenger from the galleys. Duke. Now; the business? Sailor. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; So was I bid report here to the state, By seignior Angelo. Duke. How say you by this change? 1 Sen. This cannot be, By no assay of reason; 'tis a pageant, That Rhodes is dressed in;-if we make thought of this, We must not think the Turk is so unskilful, To leave that latest which concerns him first; Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain, Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes. |