Some one way, some another. - Do you know Rod. I think, I can discover him, if you please Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call; On, good Roderigo; - I'll deserve your pains. SCENE II. The Same. Another Street. [Exeunt. Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants, with Torches. To do no contriv'd murder: I lack iniquity Sometimes, to do me service. Nine or ten times I had thought to have yerk'd him here, under the ribs. 'Tis better as it is. Oth. Nay, but he prated, And spoke 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, Oth. Let him do his spite: Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know, I shall promulgate, I fetch my life and being VI. 225 May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune Oth. But, look! what lights come yonder? Not I; I must be found: My parts, my title, and my perfect soul, Enter CASSIO, and certain Officers with Torches. What is the news? Cas. The duke does greet you, general; And he requires your haste, post-haste appearance, Even on the instant. Oth. What is the matter, think you? Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine. It is a business of some heat: the galleys And many of the consuls, rais'd and met, Are at the duke's already. You have been hotly call'd for; The senate hath sent above three several quests, 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. [Exit. Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. you go? Have with you. lago. It is Brabantio. - General, be advis'd: He comes to bad intent. Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers, with Torches and 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. Bra. O, thou foul thief! where hast thou 'stow'd my daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her; -- I, therefore, apprehend, and do attach thee, For an abuser of the world, a practiser Oth. Hold your hands! Both you of my inclining, and the rest: Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it Bra. To prison; till fit time How may the duke be therewith satisfied, off. The duke's in council, 'Tis true, most worthy signior: In this time of the night! How! the duke in council! Mine 's not an idle cause: the duke himself, Or any of my brothers of the state, Cannot but feel this wrong, as 't were their own; Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be. SCENE III. The Same. A Council-Chamber. [Exeunt. The DUKE, and Senators, sitting at a Table; Officers attending. Duke. There is no composition in these news, That gives them credit. 1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd: My letters say, a hundred and seven galleys. 2 Sen. And mine, two hundred: But though they jump not on a just account, Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment. But the main article I do approve In fearful sense. Sailor. [Within.] What ho! what ho! what ho! Enter an Officer, with a Sailor. Off. A messenger from the galleys. Now, the business? Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes: So was I bid report here to the state, By signior Angelo. Duke. How say you by this change? By no assay of reason: 't is a pageant, This cannot be, To keep us in false gaze. When we consider But altogether lacks th' abilities That Rhodes is dress'd in: if we make thought of this, - We must not think the Turk is so unskilful, To leave that latest which concerns him first, Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain, To wake, and wage, a danger profitless. Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes. Enter a Messenger. Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, |