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For when my outward action doth demonftrate
The native act and figure of my heart
'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 am.

Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe, If he can carry't thus?

Iago. Call up her father,

Roufe him. Make after him, poifon his delight,
Proclaim him in the ftreets; incenfe her kinfmen;
And though 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.
Iago. Do, with like timorous accent, and dire yell,
"As when, by night and negligence, the fire.
Is fpied in populous cities.

In compliment extern,--] In that which I do only for an outward thew of civility.

2 As when, by night and negligence, the fire

Is SPIED in populous cities.] This is not fenfe, take it which way you will. If night and negligence relate to Spied, it is abfurd to fay the fire was Spied by negligence. If night and negligence refer only to the time and occafion, it fhould then be by night, and thro' negligence. Otherwise the particle by would be made to fignify time applied to one word, and cafe applied to the other. We fhould read there. fore, I SPRED, by which all thefe faults are avoided. But what is of moft weight, the fi

militude, thus emended, agrees beft with the fact it is applied to. Had this notice been given to Brabantia before his daughter ran away and married, it might then indeed have been well enough compared to the alarm given of a fire juft fpied, affoon as it was begun. But being given after the parties were bedded, it was more fitly compared to a fire Sped by night and negligence, fo as not to be extinguished.

WARBURTON.

The particle is ufed equivo cally; the fame liberty is taken. by writers more correct.

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The wonderful creature! a wo-
man of reafon!
Never grave out of pride, never
gay out of feafon.

Rod.

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

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Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags. Thieves

thieves!

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II.

Brabantio appears above, at a Window.

Bra. 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 ask you this ?

Iago. Sir, you are robb'd. For fhame, put on your
Gown.

Your heart is burft, you have lost half your foul ;
Ev'n now, ev'n very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe. Arife, arise,
Awake the fnorting citizens with the bell,
Or else the Devil will make a grandfire of you.
Arife, I say.

Bra. What, have you loft your wits?

Rod. Moft reverend fignior, do you know my voice?
Bra. Not I. What are you?

Rod. My name is Rodorigo.

Bra. The worfer welcome.

I've charg'd thee not to haunt about my doors.
In honeft plainness 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 doft thou come

To start my quiet.

Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir

Bra. But thou must needs be fure,

My fpirit and my place have in their power

To

To make this bitter to thee.

Rod. Patience, good Sir.

Bra. What tell❜ft thou me of robbing? This is Ve-
nice,

My houfe is not a grange.

Rod. Moft grave Brabantio,

In fimple and pure foul, I come to you.

lago. Sir, you are one of those 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 cover'd with a Barbary horse, you'll have your 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 beaft with two backs.

Bra. Thou art a villain.

Iago. You are a fenator.

Bra. This thou fhalt anfwer. I know thee, Rodo

rigo.

Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech

you,

*If't be your pleasure and moft wife confent,
As partly, I find, it is, that your fair daughter,
At this oad even and dull watch o'th' night,
Tranfported 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.

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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 giv'n her leave,
I fay again, bath made a gross revolt ;
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes
To an extravagant and wheeling ftranger,
Of here and every where. Straight 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!

Iago. Farewell; for I must leave you.
It feems 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 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 bufinefs. In which regard,
Tho' I do hate him as I do hell's pains,
Yet, for neceflity of prefent life,

I must shew out a flag and fign of love :

Which is, indeed, but fign. That you may furely find him,

Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd fearch;

And there will I be with him.

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buke.
5 —çaft him.—] That is, dif.

So, farewel. [Exit.

miss him; reject him. We still fay, a caft coat, and a caft ferving man.

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III.

Enter Brabantio, and fervants with torches.

Bra. It is too true an evil. Gone fhe is;
• And what's to come of my defpifed time,
Is nought but bitterness. Now, Rodorigo,
Where didft thou fee her?-Oh unhappy girl!

With the Moor, faidft thou? Who would be a fa

ther?

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How didst thou know 'twas she? Oh, thou deceiv'ft

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 treason of my blood!

Fathers, from hence truft not your daughters' minds
By what you see 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.

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