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Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine; It is a business of some heat: the gallies 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 callid
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. 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. He's married.
Cas. To who?
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. Hola! stand there!
Rod. Signior, it is the Moor.
Bra. 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
Good signior, you shall more command with years,
Than with your weapons.
Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her:
For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
If she in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid-so tender, fair, and happy;
So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,
Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou: to fear, not to delight.
Judge me the world, if ’tis not gross in sense,
That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms;
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals,
That waken motion :—I'll have it disputed on;
'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant :-
Lay hold upon him; if he do resist,
Subdue him at his peril.
Oth. Hold your hands,
Both you of my inclining, and the rest :
Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it
Without a prompter.- Where will you that I go
To answer this your charge ?
Bra. To prison : till fit time
Of law, and course of direct session,
Call thee to answer.
Oth. What if I do obey ?
How may the duke be therewith satisfied,
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state,
To bring me to him?
Off. 'Tis true, most worthy signior,
The duke's in council; and your noble self,
I am sure, is sent for.
Bra. How ! the duke in council !
In this time of the night !-Bring him away :
Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself,
Or any of my brothers of the state,
Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own :
For if such actions may have passage free,
Bond-slaves, and pagans, shall our statesmen be. .
The Duke and Senators, sitting at a table ; Officers at.
tending Duke. There is no composition in these news, That gives them credit.
1st Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies.
Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty.
2d Sen. And mine, two hundred : But though they jump not on a just account, (As in these cases, where the aim reports,
'Tis oft with difference,) yet do they all confirm
A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.
Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment;
I do not so secure me in the error,
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 gallies,
Duke. 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?
1st Sen. This cannot be,
By no assay of reason ; 'tis a pageant,
To keep us in false gaze: When we consider
The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk;
And let ourselves again but understand,
That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
So may he with more facile question bear it,
For that it stands not in such warlike brace,
But altogether lacks the 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 himn 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.
Off. Here is more news.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,
Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes,
Have there injointed them with an after fleet.
1st Sen. Ay, so I thought:—How many, as you guess?
Mess. Of thirty sail : and now do they re-stem Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance Their purposes toward Cyprus.-Signior Montano, Your trusty and most valiant servitor, With his free duty recommends you thus, , And prays you to believe him.
Duke. "Tis certain then for Cyprus.Marcus Lucchese, is he not in town?
1st Sen. He's now in Florence. Duke. Write from us; wish him post-post-haste :
despatch. 1st Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant Moor..
Enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, Iago, RODERIGO, and
Officers. Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ
you Against the general enemy Ottoman. I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior;
[T. BRABANTIO. We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night.
Bra. So did I yours: Good your grace, pardon me; Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Hath rais’d ine from my bed; nor doth the general care Take hold on me; for my particular grief