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In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve And, in conclusion, nonsuits my mediators : For daws to peck at. I am not what I am. “For certes," says he, “I have already
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lipsowe, Chosen my officer.” And what was he?
If he can carry 't thus ! Forsooth, a great arithmetician;
Iago. Call up her father; One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
Rouse him.-Make after him, poison his delight, A fellow almost damned in a fair wife :
Proclaim him in the streets ; incense her kinsmen; That never set a squadron in the field,
And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, Nor the division of a battle knows
Plague him with flies : though that his joy be joy, More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, Yet throw such changes of vexation on it, Wherein the togéd consuls can propose
As it may lose some colour. As masterly as he. Mere prattle, without practice, Rod. Here is her father's house: I'll call Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election :
aloud. And I,--of whom his eyes had seen the proof, Tago. Do; with like timorous accent and dire yell At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other grounds, As when (by night and negligence) the fire Christian and heathen,-must be be-lee'd and Is spied in populous cities. calmed
Rod. What, ho, Brabantio !—Signior BrabanBy debitor and creditor ; this counter-caster :
tio, ho! He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
Iago. Awake!-what, ho, Brabantio !-thieves, And I (God bless the mark !) his Moorship's
thieves, thieves ! ancient.
Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his Thieves, thieves!
hangman. Iago. But there's no remedy ; 't is the curse
BRABANTIO, above. of service:
Bra. What is the reason of this terrible sumPreferment goes by letter and affection,
lago. Are your doors locked? To love the Moor.
Bra. Why? wherefore ask you this? Rod. I would not follow him, then.
Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are robbed :-for shame, Iago. 0, sir, content you;
put on your gown :I follow him to serve my turn upon him:
Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul : We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Even now, very now, an old black ram Cannot be truly followed. You shall mark Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise : Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, Awake the snorting citizens with the bell, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you. Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, Arise, I say. For nought but provender; and when he's old, Bra. What, have you lost your wits ? cashiered:
Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are,
voice? Who, trimmed in forms and visages of duty, Bra. Not I: what are you? Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves;
Rod. My name is—Roderigo. And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, Bra. The worse welcome : Do well thrive by them; and, when they have lined I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors. their coats,
In honest plainness thou hast heard me say, Do themselves homage: these fellows have some My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, soul;
Being full of supper and distempering draughts, And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir, | Upon malicious bravery dost thou come It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
To start my quiet. Were I the Moor, I would not be lago.
Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir,In following him, I follow but myself :
Bra. But thou must needs be sure
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, lago. '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 raiséd search; fians. You 'll have your daughter covered with And there will I be with him. So farewell. s 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 Iago. You are-a senator.
father?— Bru. 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 !- 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,
minds 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.—0, 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 ber 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.
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 me a taper :-call up all my people.This accident is not unlike my dream : Belief of it oppresses me already.
Scene II.— The same. Another Street. Light, I say ; light! [Exit from above. Iago. 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 | Oih. "T is well I am found by you.
[Erit. Oth. 'T is better as it is.
Cas. Ancient, what makes he here? Iago. Nay, but he prated,
Iago. '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 's made for ever. That, with the little godliness I have,
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,
Iago. Marry, to—Come, captain, will you go?
Oth. Have with you.
Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. 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, Iago. It is Brabantio.- General, be advised : Shall out-tongue his complaints. "T is 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 unhoused 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 raised 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; | "Tis 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 resisi,
Oth. Hold your hands,
Both you of my inclining and the rest :
To answer this your charge?
Call thee to answer.