Rod. Most grave Brabantio, 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, Ro dérigo. Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But 1 beseech you, If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent I thus would play and trifle with your reverence: Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes, In an extravagant|| and wheeling stranger, Let loose on me the justice of the state * Relations. + Midnight. A waterman. || Wandering. For thus deluding you. Bra. li 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, I must show out a flag and sign of love, 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 t, Is nought but bitterness. Now, Roderigo, Where didst thou see her?-O, unhappy girl!With the Moor, say'st thou ?-Who would be a father? - How didst thou know 'twas she? O, 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. * Dismiss. + Old age. Bra. O heaven !-How got she out!-O treason of the blood! Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds Rod. Yes, sir; I have indeed. Bra. Call up my brother.-O, 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, Oth. "Tis better as it is. Iago. Nay, but he prated, And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms That, with the little godliness I have, I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir, VOL. X. Y Are you fast married? for, be sure of this,— Oth. Let him do his spite : I would not my unhoused || free condition For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yonder? Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers with torches. Iago. These are the raised father, and his friends: You were best 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. And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, Even on the instant. Oth. The duke does greet you, general; What is the matter, think you? * Brabantio: Magnifico is his title as a Senator. + Seat or throne. Demerits has the same meaning in Shakspeare as Merits. § Covered. Il Unsettled. Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine; It is a business of some heat: the galleys Have sent a dozen sequent* messengers This very night at one another's heels; And many of the consuls, rais'd, and met, Are at the duke's already: You have been hotly call'd for ; When, being not at your lodging to be found, The senate hath sent about three several quests †, To search you out. Oth. 'Tis well I am found by you. I will but spend a word here in the house, And go with you. Cas. [Exit. Ancient, what makes he here? Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack; If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever. Cas. I do not understand. Iago. Cas. He's married. To who? Re-enter Othello. Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go? Oth. Have with you. Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. Enter Brabantio, Roderigo, and Officers of night, with torches and weapons. Iago. It is Brabantio:-general, be advis'd; He comes to bad intent. Oth. Rod. Signior, it is the Moor. Bra. Hola! stand there! Down with him, thief! [They draw on both sides. Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them. Good signior, you shall more command with years, Than with your weapons. * Following. |