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Keep yet their hearts attending on themfelves; "And, throwing but shows of fervice on their Lords, "Well thrive by them; and when they've lin'd their coats,

"Do themselves homage. These folks have some soul, And fuch a one do I profess myself.

It is as fure as you are Rodorigo,

Were I the Moor, I would not be lago:
In following him, I follow but myself;
Heav'n is my judge, not 1, for love and duty s
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 seem.

Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe,
If he can carry her thus ?

Iago Call up her father,

Roufe him, make after him, poison his delight;
Proclaim him in the treets, incenfe her kinfimen;
And tho' he in a fertile climate dwell,

Plague him with flies; though 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 house, I'll call aloud. lage. Do with like timorous accent, and dire yell, "As when, by night and negligence, the fire "Is fpread in populous cities."

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

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

Brabantio appears above at a window.

Bra. What is the reafon of this terrible fummons? What is the matter there?

Rod. Signior, is all your family within?

complement, i. e. fulness.

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 lost 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 else the devil will make a grandfire of you.
Arife, I lay.

Bra What, have

you loft your wits?

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

Rod, My name is Rodorigo.
Bra. The worfe welcome;

I've charg'd thee not to haunt about my doors ;
In honest plainnefs thou hast 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 start my quiet.

Rod. 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 tell'ft thou me of robbing? this is VeMy houfe is not a grange.

Rod. Moft grave Brabantio,

In fimple and pure foul I come to you.

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Iago. Zounds! Sir, you are one of thofe that will not ferve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, you think we are ruffians; you'll have your daughter cover'd with a Barbary horse, you'll have yar nephews neigh to you, you'll have courfers for coufins, and gennets for germanes.

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. lago. You are a fenator. VOL. VIII.

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Bra. This thou fhalt answer. I know thee, Rodorigo. Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech you f't be your pleasure and most wise consent,

(As partly find it is), that your fair daughter
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Be at this odd even and dull watch o' th' night,
Transported with no worfe nor better guard,
But with a knave of hire, a Gundalier,

To the grofs clafps of a lascivious 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, fortunes,
To an extravagant and wheeling stranger,

Of here and every where; ftraight fatisfy yourself.
If fhe be in her chamber, or your house,

Let loofe on me the juftice 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!

[Exit Brabantio from above.
Tago. Farewel; for I must leave you.
It seems not meet, nor wholfome to my place,
To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I fhall)
Against the Moor. For I do know, the state,
However this may gall him with fome check,
Cannot with fafety caft him. For he's embark'd
With fuch loud reafon to the Cyprus wars,

Which ev'n now ftand in act, that, for their fouls,
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 neceffity of prefent life,

I must shew out a flag and fign of love:

Vhich is indeed but fign, That you may furely find him,

Enter Brabantio, and Servants with torches.

Bra. It is too true an evil. Gone the is;
And what's to come of my despited * time,
Is nought but bitterness. Now, Rodorigo,
Where didst thou fee her? oh unhappy girl!

With the Moor, faidft thou? who would be a father?
How didit thou know 'twas the ? oh, the deceives me
Paft thought-

tapers

What faid fhe to you? get more

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 abus'd have you not read, Rodorigo,
Of fome fuch thing?

Rod. Yes, Sir, I have indeed.

Bra. Call up my brother: oh, 'would you had hade Some one way, fo ne another- Do you know [her !! Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?

Rod. I think I can difcover 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 raise fome fpecial officers of might:

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

Ghanges to anther street before the Sagittary.

Enter Othello, Iago, and Attendants with torches.. Iago. Tho' in the trade of war I have flain men,, Yet do I hold it very ftuff o' th' confcience

i.. vexatious,

To do no contriv'd murther: I lack iniquity

Sometimes to do me fervice.- Nine or ten times I thought to've jerk'd him here under the ribs.

Oth. 'Tis better as it is.

Iago. Nay, but he prated,

And spoke fuch fcurvy 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 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.

Oth. Let him do his fpight:

My fervices, which I have done the fignory,
Shall out tongue his complaints 'Tis yet to know,
(Which, when i know that boafling is an honour,
1 fhall promulgate), I. fetch my life and being
From men of royal fiege; and my demerits
May peak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune
As this that I have reach'd. For know, lago,
But that I love the gentle Deflemona,

I would not my unhoufed free condition
Put into circumfcripti on and confine,

For the fea's worth. But look! what lights come yonder?

SCENE V. Enter Caffio with torches. Iago. Thofe are the raised father, and his friends: You were belt go in.

Oth Not I: I must be found.

My parts, my title, and my perfect foul,
Shall manifeft me rightly. Is it they?

Iago. By Janus, I think, no.

Oth. The fervants 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, poft hafte, appearance,

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