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My spirit and my place have in them power Cannot with safety cast him : for he's embarked To make this bitter to thee.
With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars Rod. Patience, good sir.
(Which even now stand in act), that, for their souls, Bra. What tellist thou me of robbing? This Another of his fathom they have not is Venice :
To lead their business. In which regard, My house is not a grange.
Though I do hate him as I do hell pains, Rod. Most grave Brabantio,
Yet, for necessity of present life, In simple and pure soul I come to you.
I must shew out a flag and sign of love, Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those that which is indeed but sign. That you shall will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because
surely find him, we come to do you service, you think we are ruf Lead to the Sagittary the raised search; fians. You 'll have your daughter covered with And there will I be with him. So farewell. [Exit. a Barbary horse: you 'll have your nephews neigh to you: you 'll have coursers for cousins,
Enter, below, Brabantio, and Servants, with and gennets for germans.
torches. Bra. What profane wretch art thou?
Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is; lago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you And what's to come of my despised time your daughter and the Moor are now making | Is nought but bitterness.--Now, Roderigo, the beast with two backs.
Where didst thou see her?-0, unhappy girl !-Bra. Thou art a villain.
With the Moor, say'st thou ?- Who would be a lago. You arema senator.
father?-Bra. This thou shalt answer: I know thee. | How didst thou know 't was she?-0, thou Roderigo.
deceivest me Rod. Sir, I will answer anything. But I be- | Past thought I-What said she to you ?-Get seech you,
more tapers; If't be your pleasure and most wise consent
Raise all my kindred.- Are they married, think (As partly I find it is) that your fair daughter,
you? At this odd-even and dull watch o’the night,
Rod. Truly, I think they are. Transported, with no worse nor better guard
Bra. O heaven !-How got she out ?-0 treaBut with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
son of the blood !-To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' If this be known to you, and your allowance, We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs :
By what you see them act.—Are there not charms But if you know not this, my manners tell me
By which the property of youth and maidhood We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe
May be abused ? Have you not read, Roderigo, That, from the sense of all civility,
Of some such thing? I thus would play and trifle with your reverence:
Rod. Yes, sir ; I have indeed. Your daughter,-if you have not given her
Bra. Call up my brother.—O, that you had leave,-
had her! I say again, hath made a gross revolt;
Some one way, some another.-Do you know Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,
Where we may apprehend her and the Moor? In an extravagant and wheeling stranger,
Rod. I think I can discover him; if you please Of here and everywhere. Straight satisfy your To get good guard, and go along with me. self:
Bra. Pray you, lead on. Atevery house I'll call; If she be in her chamber or your house,
I may command at most.—Get weapons, ho! Let loose on me the justice of the state
And raise some special officers of night.For thus deluding you.
On, good Roderigo : I will deserve your pains. Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho!
[Exeunt. Give ine a taper :-call up all my people.This accident is not unlike my dream : Belief of it oppresses me already.
Scene 11.—The same. Another Street. Light, I say; light! [Exit from above. Tago. Farewell; for I must leave you :
Enter Othello, Iago, and Attendants. It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain To be produced (as if I stay I shall)
men, Against the Moor. For I do know, the state | Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience (However this may gall him with some check) To do no contrived murder : I lack iniquity
Sometimes to do me service. Nine or ten times Oth. 'Tis well I am found by you.
[Exit. Oth. "T is better as it is.
Cas. Ancient, what makes he here? Iago. Nay, but he prated,
lago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
carack: Against your honour,
If it prove lawful prize, he is made for ever. That, with the little godliness I bave,
Cas. I do not understand. I did full hard forbear him. But I pray, sir, Iago. He's married. Are you fast married ? for be sure of this,
To who? That the magnifico is much beloved;
Re-enter OTHELLO. And hath in his effect a voice potential,
Iago. Marry, to—Come, captain, will you go? As double as the Duke's: he will divorce you;
Oih. Have with you. Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. The law (with all his might to enforce it on) Will give him cable.
Enter Brabantio, Roderigo, and Officers of Oth. Let him do his spite :
night, with torches and weapons. My services, which I have done the signiory, I Iago. It is Brabantio.—General, be advised : Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know He comes to bad intent. (Which when I know that boasting is an honour Oth, Holla ; stand there! I shall promulgate) I fetch my life and being Rod. Signior, it is the Moor. From men of royal siege; and my demerits
Bra. Down with him, thief! May speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune
[They draw on both sides. As this that I have reached. For know, Iago, Iago. You, Roderigo! Come, sir, I am for you. But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew I would not my unhouséd free condition
will rust them.Put into circumscription and confine
Good signior, you shall more command with years For the sea's worth.—But, look! what lights come Than with your weapons. yonder ?
Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stowed
my daughter? Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers
Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted her: with torches.
For I 'll refer me to all things of sense Iago. These are the raiséd father and his (If she in chains of magic were not bound), friends :
Whether a maid so tender, fair, and happy, You were best go in.
So opposite to marriage that she shunned Oth. Not I: I must be found :
The wealthy curléd darlings of our nation, My parts, my title, and my perfect soul, Would ever have, to incur a general mock, Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom Iago. By Janus, I think no.
Of such a thing as thou; to fear, not to delight. Oth. The servants of the Duke; and my Judge me the world, if 't is not gross in sense lieutenant.
That thou hast practised on her with foul charms; The goodness of the night upon you, friends : Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals What is the news?
That waken motion. I'll have it disputed on: Cas. The Duke does greet you, general ; 'T is probable, and palpable to thinking. And he requires your haste post-haste appearance, I therefore apprehend and do attach thee Even on the instant.
For an abuser of the world ; a practiser
Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine: Lay hold upon him : if he do resist,
Oth. Hold your hands,
Both you of my inclining and the rest :
To answer this your charge?
Call thee to answer.
Oth. What if I do obey :
Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for How may the Duke be therewith satisfied;
Rhodes. Whose messengers are here about my side,
Offi. Here is more news. Upon some present business of the state,
Enter a Messenger. To bring me to him?
Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Off. 'T is true, most worthy signior:
Steering with due course toward the Isle of Rhodes, The Duke's in council; and your noble self,
Have there injointed them with an after fleet. I am sure, is sent for.
1st Sen. Ay, so I thought:-how many, as you Bra. How! the Duke in council,
guess? In this time of the night !- Bring him away:
Mess. Of thirty sail: and now do they re-stem Mine 's not an idle cause. The Duke himself,
Their backward course, bearing with frank apOr any of my brothers of the state,
pearance Cannot but feel this wrong as 't were their own:
Their purposes toward Cyprus.—Signior Montano, For if such actions may have passage free,
Your trusty and most valiant servitor, Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.
With his free duty recommends you thus, [Exeunt.
And prays you to believe him.
Duke. 'T is certain, then, for Cyprus.Scene III.— The same. A Council-Chamber.
Marcus Lucchicos, is not he in town?
1st Sen. He's now in Florence. TheDuke and Senators, sitting; Officers attending.
Duke. Write from us : wish him post-postDuke. There is no composition in these news,
haste: despatch. That gives them credit.
1st Sen. Here comes Brabantio and the valiant 1st Sen. Indeed they are disproportioned.
Moor. My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies.
Enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, LAGO, RODERIGO, Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty.
and Officers. 2nd Sen. And mine, two hundred.
Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight emBut though they jump not on a just account (As in these cases where the aim reports,
ploy you 'T is oft with difference), yet do they all confirm
Against the general enemy Ottoman.-A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.
I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior: Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment.
We lacked your counsel and your help to-night. I do not so secure me in the error,
Bra. So did I yours. Good your grace, parBut the main article I do approve In fearful sense.
Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Sailor (within]. What ho ; what ho ; what ho!
Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the Enter an Officer, with a Sailor.
general care Offi. A messenger from the gallies.
Take hold on me; for my particular grief Duke. Now: the business?
Is of so flood-gate and o’erbearing nature, Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes: | That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, So was I bid report here to the state,
And it is still itself. By Signior Angelo.
Duke. Why, what's the matter? Duke. How say you by this change?
Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter! 1st Sen. This cannot be,
Sen. Dead ? By no assay of reason: 't is a pageant,
Ay, to me. To keep us in false gaze. When we consider She is abused, stolen from me, and corrupted The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk;
By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks : And let ourselves again but understand
For nature so preposterously to err, That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes, Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense, So may he with more facile question bear it, Sans witchcraft, could not. For that it stands not in such warlike brace, Duke. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul proBut altogether lacks th' abilities
ceeding, That Rhodes is dressed in: if we make thoughtofthis, Hath thus beguiled your daughter of herself, We must not think the Turk is so unskilful And you of her, the bloody book of law To leave that latest which concerns him first : You shall yourself read in the bitter letter, Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,
After your own sense: yea, though our proper son To wake and wage a danger profitless.
Stood in your action.
Bra. Humbly I thank your grace.
We are very sorry for it.
Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,
Till now, some nine moons wasted, they have used
That will confess perfection so could err And little of this great world can I speak
Against all rules of nature; and must be driven More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; To find out practices of cunning hell, And therefore little shall I grace my cause Why this should be. I therefore vouch again, In speaking for myself :—yet, by your gracious That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood, patience,
Or with some dram conjured to this effect, I will a round unvarnished tale deliver
He wrought upon her. Of my whole course of love: what drugs, what Duke. To vouch this is no proof, charms,
Without more certain and more overt test What conjuration, and what mighty magic Than these thin habits and poor likelihoods (For such proceeding I am charged withal), Of modern seeming do prefer against him. I won his daughter with.
Ist Sen. But, Othello, speak:Bra. A maiden never bold;
Did you, by indirect and forced courses Of spirit so still and quiet that her motion Subdue and poison this young maid's affections; Blushed at herself: and she,-in spite of nature, Or came it by request, and such fair question Of years, of country, credit, everything,– As soul to soul affordeth ? To fall in love with what she feared to look on! Oth. I do beseech you, It is a judgment maimed and most imperfect Send for the lady to the Sagittary,
And let her speak of me before her father : And that would woo her. Upon this hint, I spake : If you do find me foul in her report,
She loved me for the dangers I had passed; The trust, the office, I do hold of you,
And I loved her that she did pity them.
Here comes the lady, let her witness it.
Enter Desdemona, Iago, and Attendants. the place. [Exeunt lago and Attendants. Duke. I think this tale would win my daughter And, till she come, as truly as to heaven
too. I do confess the vices of my blood,
Good Brabantio, So justly to your grave ears I 'll present
Take up this mangled matter at the best : How I did thrive in this fair lady's love,
Men do their broken weapons rather use, And she in mine.
Than their bare hands. Duke. Say it, Othello.
Bra. I pray you, hear her speak : Oth. Her father loved me; oft invited me; If she confess that she was half the wooer, Still questioned me the story of my life,
Destruction on my head if my bad blame From year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes, Light on the man!--Come hither, gentle mistress : That I have passed.
Do you perceive, in all this noble company, I ran it through, even from my boyish days, Where most you owe obedience? To the very moment that he bade me tell it.
Des. My noble father, Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances; I do perceive here a divided duty. Of moving accidents by flood and field;
To you I am bound for life and education : Of hair-breadth scapes i’the imminent deadly My life and education both do learn me breach;
How to respect you: you are the lord of duty; Of being taken by the insolent foe,
I am hitherto your daughter. But here's my And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence,
husband : And with it all my travel's history:
And so much duty as my mother shewed Wherein, of antres vast and deserts idle,
To you, preferring you before her father, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch So much I challenge that I may profess heaven,
Due to the Moor, my lord. It was my hint to speak; such was the process: Bra. God be with you! I have done.-And of the Cannibals that each other eat; Please it your grace, on to the state affairs : The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads I had rather to adopt a child than get it.Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things Come hither, Moor: to hear
I here do give thee that with all my heart, Would Desdemona seriously incline :
Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart But still the house affairs would draw her thence; I would keep from thee.-For your sake, jewel, Which ever as she could with haste despatch, I am glad at soul I have no other child; She'd come again, and with a greedy ear For thy escape would teach me tyranny, Devour up my discourse. Which I observing, To hang clogs on them.-I have done, my lord. Took once a pliant hour; and found good means! Duke. Let me speak like yourself, and lay a To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart
sentence That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
Which, as a grise or step, may help these lovers Whereof by parcels she had something heard, Into your favour. But not intentively. I did consent;
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, And often did beguile her of her tears,
By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. When I did speak of some distressful stroke To mourn a mischief that is past and gone, That my youth suffered. My story being done, Is the next way to draw new mischief on. She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, She swore,-In faith, 't was strange, 't was pass- Patience her injury a mockery makes. ing strange;
The robbed that smiles steals something from 'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful:
the thief : She wished she had not heard it; yet she wished He robs himself that spends a bootless grief. That heaven had made her such a man : she Bra. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile : thanked me;
We lose it not so long as we can smile. And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, He bears the sentence well that nothing bears I should but teach him how to tell my story, But the free comfort which from thence he hears :