صور الصفحة
النشر الإلكتروني

And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,

Do well thrive by them, and, when they have lin'd their coats,

Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul;

And such a one do I profess myself.
For, Sir,

It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:
In following him, I follow but myself;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end:
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips
If he can carry't thus!


Lugo. Call up her father,


Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kins


And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy,

Yet throw such changes of vexation on't,
As it may lose some colour.

Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud.

lago. Do; with like timorous accent, aud dire yell,

As when, by night and negligence, the fire
Is spied in populous cities.

Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho!

Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves! [bags! Look to your house, your daughter, and your

Thieves thieves!

BRABANTIO, above, at a Window.

Bra. What is the reason of this terrible sum[mons?

What is the matter there?

Rod. Signior, is all your family within?
lugo. Are your doors lock'd?
Bru. Why? wherefore ask you this?
Iago. 'Zounds, Sir, you are robb'd; for
shame, put on your gown;
Your heart is burst, you have lost half your
Even now, very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise;
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you:
Arise, I say.

Bra. What, have you lost your wits?
Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know

my voice?

Bra. Not I; What are you?
Rod. My name is-Roderigo.
Bra. The worse welcome:

[doors: I have charg'd thee, not to haunt about my In honest plainness thou hast heard me say, My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madBeing full of supper, and distemperings draughts,


Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come
To start my quiet.

Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir,

Bra. But thou must needs be sure,

My spirit, and my place, have in them power To make this bitter to thee.

[blocks in formation]

Rod. Patience, good Sir.

Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice;

My house is not a grange."

Rod. Most grave Brabantio,

In simple and pure soul I come to you.

Iago. 'Zounds, Sir, you are one of those, that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, you think we are ruffians: You'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse; you'll have your nephews neigh to you: you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans.t

Bra. What profane wretch art thou?

Iugo. 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, Roderigo.

Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech you,

If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent, (As partly, I find, it is,) that your fair daughter,

At this odd-event and dull watch o'the night,
Transported-with no worse nor better guard,
But with a knave of common hire, a gondo-

To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,-
If this be known to you, and your allowance,||
We then have done you bold and saucy



But, if you know not this, my manners tell We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe, That, from the sense of all civility, [ence: I thus would play and trifle with your reverYour daughter, if you have not given her


I say again, hath made a gross revolt;
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,
Of here and every where: Straight satisfy
In an extravagant¶ and wheeling stranger,

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!

This accident is not unlike my dream,
Give me a taper;-call up all my people :-
Belief of it oppresses me already:-
Light, I say! light! [Exit from above.
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place
lago. Farewell; for I must leave you:
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,-
Cannot with safety cast** him; for he's em-
With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars,
(Which even now stand in act,) that, for their

To lead their business; in which regard,
Another of his fathom they have not,
Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
Yet, for necessity of present life,

I must show out a flag and sign of love, Which is indeed but sign. That you shal surely find him,

Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search; And there will I be with him. So, farewell, [Exit.

[blocks in formation]
[blocks in formation]

Both you of my inclining, and the rest: [it
Were it my cue to fight, I should have known
Without a prompter.-Where will you that I
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 do 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?


Of. "Tis true, most worthy signior, The duke's in council; and your noble self, I am sure, is sent 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, [own: Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their For if such actions may have passage free, Bond-slaves and pagans,* shall our statesmen be. [Exeunt. SCENE III.—The same.-A Council Chamber. The DUKE, and SENATORS, sitting at a Tuble; Officers attending.

Duke. There is no compositiont in these


That gives them credit.

1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies. 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 judgement;

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 gallies.
Duke. Now? the business?

So may he with more facile question bear it,
For that it stands not in such warlike brace,t
But altogether lacks the 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

Off. Here is more news.


[blocks in formation]

Their backward course, bearing with frank ap[tano,


Their purposes toward Cyprus.-Signior Mon.
Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
With his free duty recommends you thus,
And prays you to believe him.

Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus.Marchus Lucchesé, is he not in town? 1 Sen. He's now in Florence. Duke. Write from us; wish him post-posthaste: despatch.

1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, with the va liant Moor.


Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight emAgainst the general enemy Ottoman. ploy you I did not see you; welcome, gentle Signior; [To BRABANTIO. We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night. Bra. So did I yours: Good your grace, pardon me; [ness, Neither my place, nor aught I heard of busiHath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the general care

Take hold on me; for my particular grief
Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature,
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows,
And it is still itself.

Duke. Why, what's the matter?

Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter!
Sen. Dead?

Bra. Ay, to me;

She is abus'd, stol'n from me, and corrupted

By spells and medicines bought of mounte


For nature so preposterously to err,
Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,

Sailor. The Turkish preparation makes for Sans witchcraft could not


So was I bid report here to the state,

By signior Angelo.

Dulce. How say you by this change? 1 Sen. This cannot be,

By no assay of reason; 'tis a pageant,

To keep us in false gaze: When we consider
The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk;
And let ourselves again but understand,
That, as it more concerns the Turk than

The pagans and bond-slavos of Africa. + Consistency. ↑ Conjecture.

Duke. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul proceeding,

Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herself,
And you of her, the bloody book of law
You shall yourself read in the bitter letter,
After your own sense; yea, though our proper


Stood in your action.||

Bra. Humbly I thank your grace. Here is the man, this Moor; whom now,


[blocks in formation]


« السابقةمتابعة »