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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

* Do themselves homage. These folks have some foul,
And Tuch a one do I profess myself.
It is as sure 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 i, for love and duty s
But seeming 1o, for my peculiar end:
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native ad and figure of my

In compliment * extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
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 ?

lago Call up her father,
Rousé him, make after him, poison his delight;
Proclaim him in the Itreets, incente ber kiniinen;
And tho'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

lose some colour,
Rod. Here is her father's house, l'll call aloud.

lago. Do with like timorous accent, and dire yell, " As when, by night and negligence, the fire " Is spread in populous cities."

Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! Signior Brabantio ! ho, lago. A wake! whát, ho! Brabantio! ho! thieves !

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

S C Ε Ν Ε 1. Brabantio appears above at a window. Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons? What is the matter there? Rod. Signior, is all your family within ? complement. i.e. fulness.


you lost

lago. Are all doors lock'd ? Bra. Why? wherefore ask you this? lago. Zounds ! Sir, you're robb’d: for shame, put

on your gown;
Your heart is burit, you have lost half

Ev'n now, ev'n 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 grandfire of you.
Arile, I lay.
Bra What, have


wits? Rod. Most Reverend Signior, do you



voice ? Bra. Not I ; what are you? Rod, My name is Rodoriço.

Bra. The worse welcome ;
I've charg'd thee not to haunt about my doors ;
In honest plainnefs thou hust heard me say,
My daughter's not for thee. And now in madness,
Being full of fupper and distemp'ring draughts,
Upon malicious bravery dost thou come
To start my quier.

Rod. Sir, sir, Sir

Bra. But thou must needs be sure, My spirit and my place have in their

power To make this bitter to thee,

Rod. Patience, good sir.

Bra. What tell’st thou me of robbing? this is veMy house is not a grange.

[nice : Rod. Molt grave Brabantio, In fimple and pure soul I come to you.

lago. Zounds ! Sir, you are one of those that will not ferve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, you think we are ruflians; you'll have your daughter cover'd with a Barbary horse, you'll have yar nephews neigh to you, you'll have coursers for cousins, and gentiels for germanes.

Bra. What profane wretch art thou ?

lago. I ain 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.


Bra. 'This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Rodorigo.

Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech you f't be your pleasure and most wife consent, (As partly i find it is), that your fair daughter Be at this odd even and dull watch o'th' night, Transported with no worse nor better guard, But with a knave of hire, a Gundalier, To the gross clafps of a lascivious Moor ; It 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, 1 say again, hath made a grofs revolt; Tying her duty, beauty, wit, fortunes; To an extravagant and wheeling stranger, Of here and every where ; straight fatisfy 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


my people; This accident is not unlike my dream, Belief of it oppresses me already. Light, I say, light! [Exit Brabantio from above.

Tago. Farewel; for I must leave you. It seems not meet, nor wholsome 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 ev'n now stand in act, that, for their souls, 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 necessity of present life, I must shew out a flag and sign of love : which is indeed but lign. That you may surely find


Lead to the Sagittary the raised fearch ;
And there will I be with him.. So, farewell.


S CE N E III. Enter Brabantio, and Servants with torches.Braz It is too true an evil. Gone she is; And what's to come of my despited * time, is nought but bitterness. Now, Rodorigo, Where didit thou see her ? oh unhappy girl ! With the Moor; faidst thou? who would be a father?" How didit thou know 'twas The ? oh, the deceives me Palt thought What said she to you ? get more

tapersRaise all my kindrei-are they married, think you? .

Rod. Truly I think they are.

Bra. Oh Heaven ! how gat lhe out? Oh treason of

my blood ! Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds


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 some such thing?

Rod. Yes, Sir, I have indeed.

Bra, Call up my brother: oh, 'would you had had Some one way, so ne another- -Do you know [her ! 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, hoa ! And raise some special officers of might : 0n, good Rodorigo, I'll deserve your pains. . [Exeunt:

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Changes to anther street before the Sagittary. Enter Othello, lago, and Attendants with torches..

lago. Tho' in the trade of war I have llain men,, Yet do I hold it very stuff o'ch'conscience

• I. 6, vexatious,

To do no contriv'd murther : I lack iniquity
Sometimes to do me service. Nine or ten times
I thought to've jerk'd him here under the ribs,

Oth. 'Tis better as it is.

lago. Nay, but he prated,
And ipoke 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 inuch 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 spight:
My services, which I have done the signory,
Shall out tongue his complaints 'Tis yet to know,
(Which, when i know that boalling is an honour,
1 shall promulgate), I, fetch my life and being
From inen of royal fiege ; and my demerits
May lpe.sk, uubonneted, to as proud a fortuna
As this that I have reach'd. For know, lago,
But that I love the gentle Desdeinona,
I would not my unhoused free condition
Pucinio circumscription and confine,
For the sea's worth. But look! what lights come yonder?

SCENE V. Enter Caffio with torches. lazo. Those are the raised father, and his friends : You were best

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

lago. By Janus, I think, no.

Oth. The servants of the Duke, and my lieutenant, The goodness of the night upon your friends! What is the news

s? Caf. The Duke dues greet you, General ; And he requires your hafte, poft hafte, appearance,

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