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Of such a thing as thou, to fear, not to delight?
Judge me the world, if 'cis not gross in sense,
That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms,
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs or minerals,
That 3' waken' motion : I'll have't disputed on,
'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking;
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the world, a practicer
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant;
Lay hold upon him ; if he do resist,
Subdue him at his peril.
Oth. Hold your hands,
Both you of my inclining, and the rest.
Were it my cue to fight, I should have known is
Without a prompter. Where will you I go
To answer this your charge?
Bra. To prison, 'till
Fit time of law, and course of direct session
Call thee to answer.
Oth. What if I obey?
How may the Duke be therewith satisfied,
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state,
To bring me to him?
Ofi. True, most worthy signior,
The Duke's in council, and your noble self
I'm sure is fent for.
Bra. How ! the Duke in council ?
In this time of the night? bring him away ;
Mine's not an idle cause. The Duke himself,
Or any of my brothers of the state,
Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own ;
For if such actions may have passage free,
Bond-Naves and pagans shall our statesmen be. (Exeunt
The Senate house.
Duke and Senators, set at a table with lights and
Duke. THERE is no compofition in these news,
1 Sen. Indeed, they're disproportion'd; My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies.
Duke. And mine a hundred and forty.
2 Sen. And mine cwo hundred ;
But though they jump not on a just account,
(As in these cases where the aim reports,
'Tis oft with diff'rence,) yet they all confirm
A Turkish feet, 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 hoa! what hoa! what hoa!
Offi. A messenger from the gallies.
Duke. Now! what's the business?
Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes,
So was I bid report here to the state.
Duke. How fay you by this change?
i Sen. This cannot be,
By no assay of reason. 'Tis a pageant
To keep us in false gaze; when we consider
Th' importancy of Cyprus to the Turk,
And let our felves again but understand,
That as it more concerns the Turk than Rbodes,
So may he with more facile question bear it,
For that it stands not in such warlike brace,
But altogether lacks th' abilities
That Rhodes is dress'd 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,
To wake and wage a danger profitless.
Duke. Nay, in all confidence he's not for Rhodes,
Offi. Here is more news.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. The Ottomites, (reverend and gracious,)
Steering with due course toward the ise of Rbodes,
Have there injoin'd them with an after-fleet
i Sen. Ay, so I thought ; how many, as you guess ?
Mes. Of thirty fail ; and now they do re-item Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano, Your trusty and most valiant fervitor, With his free duty, recommends you thus, And prays you to believe him.
Duke.' 'Tis certain then for Cyprus : Marcus Luccicos, is he not in town?
i Sen. He's now in Florence.
Duke. Write from us, to him. Poft-halte, dispatch.
i Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant Moor.
To them, Enter Brabantio, Othello, Caffio, lago,
Rodorigo, and Officers. Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you, Against the general enemy Ottoman. I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior, [To Brabantio. We lackt your counsel, and your help to-night. Bra. So did I yours; good your Grace pardon me,
Neither my place, nor ought I heard of business,
Hath rais'd me from my bed ; nor doth the general
Take hold on me: for my particular grief
Is of so flood-gate and o'er-bearing nature,
That it ingluts and swallows other sorrows,
And yet is still it self.
Duke. Why? what's the matter?
Bra. My daughter! oh my daughter!
Bra. To me ;
She is abus'd, stolen from me, and corrupted
By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks ;
For nature so preposterously to err,
(Being not deficient, blind, or lame of fenfe,)
Sans witchcraft could not
Duke. Who-e'er he be, that in this foul proceeding
Hath thus beguild your daughter of herself,
And you of her, the bloody book of law
You shall your self read in the bitter letter,
After your own sense ; yea, though our proper son
Stood in your action.
Bra. Humbly I thank your Grace.
Here is the man, this Moor, whom now it seems
Your special mandate, for the state-affairs,
Hath hither brought.
All, We're very sorry for't.
Duke. What in your own part can you say to this?
Bra. Nothing, but this is fo.
Oih. Most potent, grave and reverend signiors,
My very noble and approv'd good masters;
That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
It is most true ; true, I have married her ;
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent ; no more. Rude am I in my speech,
And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ;
For since these arms of mine had seven years pith,
'Till now some nine moons wasted, they have us'd
Their dearest action in the tented field ;
And little of this great world can I speak,
More than pertains to feats of broils and battel ;
And therefore little shall I grace my cause,
In speaking for my felf. Yet, by your patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver,
Of my whole course of love ; what drugs, what charms,
What conjuration, and what mighty magick,
(For such proceeding I am charg'd withal;)
I won his daughter with.
Bra. A maiden, never bold;
Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion
Blush'd at it self; and the, in spight of nature,
Of years, of country, credit, every thing,
To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on
It is a judgment maim'd and moft imperfect,
That will confefs 4 affection so could err
Against all rules of nature; and must be driven
To find out practices of cunning hell,
Why this should be. I therefore vouch again,
That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood,
Or with some dram, conjur'd to this effect,
He wrought upon her.
Duke. To vouch this, is no proof,
Without more certain and more overt test,
Than these thin habits and poor likelyhoods
Of modern seeming do prefer against him.
I Sen. s 'Othello,' speak,
Did you by indirect and forced courses
Subdue and poison this young maid's affections ?
Or came it by request, and such fair question
As soul to soul affordeth?
Oih. I beseech you,
Send, for the Lady, to the Sagittary,
And let her speak of me before her father ;
If you do find me foul in her report,
The trust, the office, I do hold of you,
Not only take away, but let your sentence
A Perfection . . , old edit. Theob. emend. 5 But, Orbello,