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It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe, If he can carry't thus ! lago.
Call up her father,
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 spied in populous cities.
Rod. What ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho! lago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! thieves! thieves!
thieves! Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags ! Thieves ! thieves !
BRABANTIO, above, at a Window.
Rod. Signior, is all your family within?
Why? wherefore ask you this? lago. Zounds, sir, you are robb’d; for shame, put on
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
lost Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice? Bra. Not I; What are you? Rod. My name is-Roderigo. Bra.
The worse welcome: I have charg’d thee, pot to haunt about my doors ; In honest plainness thou hast heard me say, My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, Being full of
supper, and distempering draughts,
Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir,-
But thou must needs be sure,
Patience, good sir. Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing this is Venice; My house is not a grange. Rod.
grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you.
lago. Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, you think we are ruffians: You'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse; you'll have your nephews neigh to you : you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans.
Bra. What profane wretch art thou?
lago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
Bra. Thou art a villain.
You are-a senator.
Transported—with no worse nor better guard,
Strike on the tinder, ho!
[Exit from above,
Farewell; for I must leave you : It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shall), Against the Moor: For, I do know, the state -However this may gall him with some checkCannot with safety cast him; for he's embark'd With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars (Which even now stand in act), that, for their souls, Ànother of his fathom they have not, To lead their business: in which regard, Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains, Yet, for necessity of present life, I must show out a flag and sign of love, [him, Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find Lead to the Sagittary the rais’d search; And there will I be with him. So, farewell. [Exit. Enter, below, BRABANTIO and Servants, with Torches.
Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is ;
And what's to come of my despised time,
my kindred.- Are they married think you? Rod. Truly, I think, they are.
(blood Bra. O heaven!-How got she out!-O treason of the Fathers, from hence trust 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, Roderigo, Of some such thing? Rod.
Yes, sir; I have, indeed. Bra. Call up my brother!_0, that you had had her! Some one way, some another.-Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?
Rod. I think, I can discover him; if you please To get good guard, and go along with me.
Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call; I may command at most ;-Get weapons, ho! And raise some special officers of night. On, good Roderigo ;-I'll deserve your pains. (Exeunt.
SCENE II. The same. Another Street.
Enter OTHELLO, Iago, and Attendants. lago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience, 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.
Oth. "Tis better as it is.
Nay, but he prated,
And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
Let him do his spite :
Not I: I must be found;
Iago. By Janus, I think no.
Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant. The goodness of the night upon you, friends! 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 Have sent a dozen sequent messengers This very night, at one another's heels; And many of the consuls, rais’d, and met, [for; Are at the duke's already: You have been hotly call'd Wben, being not at your lodging to be found,