In following him, I follow but myself,
Heaven is my judge, not I, for love and duty,
But feeming fo, 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 fleeve,
For daws to peck at; I'm not what I feem.
Rod. What a full fortune doth the thick-lips owe,
If he can carry her thus?

Lago. Call up her father,

Roufe him, make after him, poifon his delight;
Proclaim him in the streets, incenfe her kinien:
And though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Plague him with flies; tho' that his joy be joy,
Yet throw fuch changes of vexation on't,
As it may lofe fome colour.

Rod. Here is her father's houfe, I'll call aloud. Iago. Do, with like timorous accent, and dire As when, by night and negligence, the fire [yell, Is fpied in populous cities.

Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho. Iago. Awake! what ho! Brabantio! ho! thieves! thieves!

Look to your houfe, your daughter, and your bags: Thieves! thieves!

BRABANTIO appears above at a Window.

Bia. What is the reason of this terrible fummons? What is the matter there?

Rod. Signior, is all your family within?

Iago. Are all doors lock'd?

Bra. Why, wherefore afk you this?

Iago. Zounds! Sir, you're robb'd: for fhame, put

on your gown,

Your heart is burst, you have loft half your foul:

Ev'n now, ev'n very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe.

Arife, arife,
Awake the fnorting citizens with the bell,
Or elfe the devil will make a grandfire of you.
Arife, I fay.

Bia. What, have you loft your wits?

Rod. Moft reverend Signior, do you know my
Bra. Not I; what are you?

Rod. My name is Rodorigo.

Bra. The worfe welcome;

[voice?

I've charged thee not to haunt about my doors:
In honeft plainnefs thou haft heard me fay,
My daughter's not for thee. And now in madness,
Being full of fupper and diftemp'ring draughts,
Upon malicious bravery dost thou come

To ftart my quiet.

Red. Sir, Sir, Sir

Bra. But thou must needs be fure,

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

Rod. Patience, good Sir.

Bra. What telleft thou me of robbing? this is My houfe is not a grange.

Rod. Moft grave Brabantio,

In fimple and pure foul, I come to you.

[Venice:

Iago. Zounds! Sir, you are one of thofe that will not ferve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you fervice, you think we are ruffians. You'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horfe, you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have courfers for coufins, and gennetsfor 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 beaft with two backs.

Bra. Thou art a villain.

[dorigo.

Jago. You are a fenator.
Bra. This thou fhalt answer. I know thee, Ro-
Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I befeech
If't be your pleafure and most wife confent [you,
(As partly, I find, it is) that your fair daughter,
At this odd even and dull watch of the night,
Transported with no worfe nor better guard,
But with a knave of hire, a Gondelier,
To the grofs clafps of a lafcivious Moor;
If this be known to you, and your allowance,
We then have done you bold and faucy wrongs,
But if you know not this, my manners tell me,
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe,
That from the fenfe of all civility

I thus would play, and trifle with your reverence.
Your daughter, if you have not given her leave,
I fay again, hath made a grofs revolt;
Tying her duty, beauty, wit and fortunes
To an extravagant and wheeling ftranger,
Of here and every where. Straight fatisfy yourfelf;
If the be in her chamber, or your house,
Let loofe 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 oppreffes me already.
Light, I fay, light!

lago. Farewel; for I muft leave you.

It seems not meet, nor wholfome to my place,
To be produc'd (as, if I ftay, I fhall)

Against the Moor. For I do know, the State,
However this may gall him with some check,
Cannot with fafety caft him. For he's embark'd
With fuch loud reafon to the Cyprus' wars;
VOL. XII.

Which even now ftand in act, that for their fonls,
Another of his fadom they have none,
To lead their bufinefs. In which regard,
Though I do hate him as I do hell's pains,
Yet, for neceffity of prefent life,

I muft fhew out a flag and fign of love: [find him, (Which is, indeed, but fign.) That you may furely Lead to the Sagittary the raifed fearch;

And there will I be with him. So, farewel. [Exit ̧

Enter BRABANTIO, and Servants with lighted

Torches.

Bra. It is too true an evil.

Gone fhe is;

And what's to come of my despised time,
Is nought but bitterness. Now, Podorigo,
Where didst thou fee her? Oh unhappy girl!
With the Moor, faidst thou? who would be a father?
How didft thou know 'twas fhe? oh, fhe deceives me,
Paft thought-What faid fhe to you? get more

tapers

Raife all my kindred---are they married, think you? Rod. Truly, I think, they are.

Bra. Oh Heaven! how gat fhe out! Oh treafon of my blood!

Fathers, from hence truft not your daughters' minds, By what you fee them act. Are there not charms, By which the property of youth and maidhood May be abufed? have you not read, Rodorigo, Of fome fuch thing?

[had her.

Rod. Yes, Sir, I have, indeed. Bra. Call up my brother. Oh, 'would you had Some one way, fome 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 houfe I'll call,

I may command at moft; get weapons, hoa!
And raife fome special officers of might:

On, good Rodorigo, I'll deferve your pains. [Exe

SCENE changes to another Street before the Sa

gittary.

Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants, with
Torches.

Iago. Tho' in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' th' confcience
To do no contrived murder: I lack iniquity
Sometimes to do me fervice.-----Nine or ten times
I thought to've jerked him here under the ribs.
Oth. It's better as it is.

Iago. Nay, but he prated,

And spoke fuch 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
faft married? for be fure of this,
That the magnifico is much beloved,
And hath in his effect a voice potential (6)
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.

Oth. Let him do his fpight:

(6) And bath in his effect a voice potential,

As double as the Duke's ] Rymer feems to have had his eye on this pallage amongst others, when he talks so much of the impropriety and barbarity in the ftyle of this play. But it is, in truth, a very elegant grecifm. As double, fignifies as large, as extenfive. So the Greeks used dinas, for, latus, grandis, as well as duplex; and, in the fame manner and conftructions, the Latins fometimes used their duplex.

Mr Warburton,