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

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.

Bra. What profane 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.

Iago. 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-even and dull watch o’the night,
Transported—with no worse nor better guard,
But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,–
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 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 given her leave,-
I say again, hath made a gross revolt;
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,
In an extravagant and wheeling stranger,
Of here and every where : Straight satisfy yourself:
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, from above. Iago. Farewell; for I must leave

you:
It seems not meet, nor wholesome 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,-
Cannot with safety cast him ; for he's embark'd
With such loud reason to the Cyprus’ wars,
(Which even now stand in act,) that, for their souls,
Another of his fathom they have not,
To lead their business : in which regard,
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 shall surely find

him, Lead to the Sagittary the rais’d 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 1-0, unhappy girl ! With the Moor, say'st thou?-Who would be a fa

ther? How didst thou know 'twas she?-0, 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
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, Roderige,

Of some such thing?

Rod. Yes, sir; I have indeed.
Bra. Call up my brother.-0, 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.

Enter Othello, Iago, and Attendants. Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience, To do no contriv'd murder; I lack iniquity Sometimes, to do me service: Nine or ten times I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.

Oth. 'Tis better as it is.

Iago. Nay, but he prated,
And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
Against your honour,
That, with the little godliness 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 beloved;
And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
As double as the duke's; he will divorce you;

Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
The law (with all his might, to enforce it on,)
Will give him cable.

Oth. Let him do his spite;
My services, which I have done the signiory,
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,
(Which, when I know that boasting is an honour,
I shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being
From men of royal siege; and my demerits
May speak, unbonnetted, 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 yon-

der!

were best

Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers with

torches. Iago. These are the raised father, and his friends : You

go

in.
Oth. Not I: I must be found;
My parts, my title, and my perfect soul,
Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?

Iago. By Janus, I think no.

Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant.
The goodness of the night upon you, friends!
What is the news?

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!

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