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you think we are ruffians ; you'll have your daughter cover'd with a Barbary horse, you'll have your nephews neigh to you, you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans.
Bra. What prophane wretch art thou ?
Iago, I am one, Sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
Bra. Thou art a villain. .
lago: You are a senator.
Bra. This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Rodorigo.
Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech you,
If’t be your pleasure and most wife consent,
(As partly I find it is,) that your fair daughter
6 'Be at this odd even and dull watch o'ch' night
Transported with no worse nor better guard,
But with a knave of hire, a Gundalier,
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor;
If this be known to you, and your allowance,
We then have done you bold and sawcy wrongs:
But if you know not this, my manners tell me,
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe
That from the sense of all civility
I thus would play, and trifle with your reverence.
Your daughter, if you have not giv'n her leave,
I say again, hath made a gross revolt,
Tying her duty, beauty, wit and fortunes
To an extravagant and wheeling stranger,
Of here and every where ; straight satisfie your self.
If she be in her chamber, or your house,
Let loose on me the justice of the state
For thus deluding you.
Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho!
Give me a taper -call up all my people,
This accident is not unlike my dream,
Belief of it oppresses me already.
Light, I say, light!
[Exit Bra. from above.
Iago. Farewel; for I must leave you.
It seems not meet, nor wholsome to my place,
To be produc'd (as if I stay, I shall)
Against the Moor. For I do know, the state,
However this may gall him with some check,
Cannoc with safety cast him. For he's embark'd
With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars,
Which ev'n now stand in act, that for their souls,
Another of his fadom they have none,
To lead their business. In which regard,
Tho' I do hate him as I do hell's pains,
Yet, for necessity of present life,
I must shew out a fag and sign of love,
Which is indeed but sign. That you 7 'may find him,
Lead to the Sagittary the raised search ;
And there will I be with him. So farewel. [Exit.
S 'C E N E III.
Enter Brabantio in his night-gown, and Servants witb
Bra. It is too true an evil. Gone she is,
And what's to come of my despised time,
Is nought but bitterness. Now, Rodorigo,
Where didst thou see her? oh unhappy girl!
With the Moor, faid'st thou! who would be a father?
How didst thou know 'twas she? oh she deceives me
Palt 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. Oh heaven! how gat the out?
Oh treason of my blood!
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters minds
By what you see them act. Are there not charms,
By which the property of youth and maidhood
May be abus'd? have you not read, Rodorigo,
Of some such thing?
Rod. Yes, Sir, I have indeed.
Bra. Call up my brothers; oh would you had had her! Some one way, some another —Do you know Where we may apprehend ber, 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, hoa! And raise some special officers of might: On, good Rodorigo, I'll deserve your pains. [Exeunt.
S CE N E' IV.
Another Street before the Sagittary.
Enter Othello, Iago, and Attendants with torches.
Iago. THO’ in the trade of war I have Nain men,
- Yet do I hold it very stuff o'th' conscience
To do no contriv'd murther: I lack iniquity
Sometimes to do me service. Nine or ten times
I thought to’ve jerk'd him here under the ribs,
Otb. It's better as it is.
Iago. Nay, but he prated,
And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
Against your honour,
That with the little godlinefs I have,
I did full hard forbear him. But I pray, Sir,
Are you fast married ? for be sure of this,
That the Magnifico is much belov'd,
And hath in his effect a voice potential
As double as the Duke's: he will divorce you,
Or put upon you what restraint or grievance
The law (with all his might t'enforce it on)
Will give him cable,
Otb. Let him do his spight:
My services, which I have done the Signory,
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,
(Which, when I know that boasting is an honour,
I shall promulgate) I fetch life and being
From men of royal fiege ; and my demerits
May speak, s lc'en bonneted,' to as proud a fortune
As this that I have reach'd. For know, Iago,
But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
I would not my unhoused free condition
Put into circumscription and confine,
For the sea's worth. But look! what lights come yonder?
S Ç E N E . V.
Enter Caffio with torches.
Iago. Those are the raised father, and his friends,
You were best go in.
Oth. Not 1: I must be found.
My 9'part,' my title, and my perfect soul
Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?
lago. By Janus, I think no.
Oib. The servants of the Duke, and my lieutenant :
The goodness of the night upon you, friends!
What is the news?
Caf. The Duke does greet you, General,
And he requires your hafte, post-hafte appearance,
Even on the instant.
Orb. What is the matter, think you?
Caf. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine : It is a business of some heat. The gallies Have sent a dozen fequent messengers This very night, at one another's heels : And many of the counsel,' rais'd and met, Are at the Duke's already. You have been hotly call'd for, When being not at your lodging to be found, The senate sent above three several quests, To search you out,
Otb. 'Tis well I am found by you:
I will but spend a word here in the house,
And go with you.
[Exit Othello. Caš. Ancient, what makes he here?
Iago.. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack ; If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.
Cal. I do not uuderstand.
lago. He's married.
Caf. To whom?
Iago. Marry to - Come, captain, will you go?
Oth. Have with you.
Caf. Here comes another troop to seek for you.
SCE N. E VI.
Enter Brabantio, Rodorigo, with Officers and torches.
lago. It is Brabantio; General, be advis'd, He comes to bad intent.
Oib. Holla! stand there.
Rod. Signior, it is the Moor.
Bra. Down with him, thief. (They draw on both sides.
Iago. You, Rodorigo! come, Sir, I am for you-
Oib. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will ruft'em.
Good signior, you shall more command with years,
Than with your weapons.
[daughter? Bra. O thou foul thief! where haft thou stow'd my Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her ; For I'll refer me to all things of sense, If she in chains of magick were not bound; Whether a maid, so tender, fair, and happy, So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd The wealthiest a 'cull d darlings of our nation, Would ever have, t’incur a general mock, Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
2 curled , .. Old, edit. Warb. emend.