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Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes, So was I bid report here to the state.
Duke. How say you by this change?
I Sen. This cannot be,
Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes.
Enter a Messenger. Mes. The Ottomites (reverend and gracious,) Steering with due course towards the isle of
Rhodes, Have there enjoined them with an after-fleeti Sen. Ay, so I thought; how many, as you
Mes. Of thirty sail; and now they do re-stem(30) Their backward course, bearing with frank ap
pearance Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montuno, Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
(30) If the north side of the moon be uppermost, Montano will have his prototype, I apprehend, in the strong shadow near her left hand margin, as drawn in
The cloven foot, as introduced in fig. 37, has the shape of the figure 3, and being situate upon Montano's shoulder may, with a round spot of light also there situate, constitute his number of thirty sail of gallies.
With his free duty, recommends you thus, · And prays you to believe him,
Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus : Marcus Is he not here in town.? (31) . [Luccicos,
1 Sen. He's now in Florence. [dispatch. Duke. Write from us to him, post, post haste, i Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant
Moor. To them, enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, Cassio,
- IAGO, RODORIGO, and Officers. Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ Against the general enemy Ottoman. [you, I did not see you ; welcome, gentle signior: (32)
[To Bra We lacked 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 raised me from my bed; nor doth the general Take hold on me ; for my particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o’erbearing nature, That it ingluts and swallows other sorrows, And yet is still itself.
• (31) Marcus Luccicos, his name may be derived from lux light, as of the moon.
(32) In respect of the situation of the duke, as above designated, Brabantio would in fact stand behind Othello, and thus be unseen by him.
Duke. Why, what's the matter?
Bra. To me;
Duke. Whoe'er he be that in this foul proceedHath thus beguiled your daughter of herself, And you of her, the bloody book of law . You shall yourself read in the bitter letter, After your own sense: yea, though our proper son Stood in your action.
Bra. Humbly I thank your grace. Here is the man, this Moor, whom now, it seems, Your special mandate, for the state-affairs, Hath hither brought.
All. We're very sorry for't. Duke. What in your own part can you say to this?
[To Othel. Bra. Nothing, but this is so.
Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approved good masters ; That I have ta’en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her; The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent; no more. Rude am I in speech,
Bra. A maiden, never bold;
Duke. To vouch this is no proof,