For naught but provender; and, when he's old, cashier'd: For, sir, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe, Iago. Plague him with flies; though that his joy be joy, As it may lose some color. 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! Iago. Awake! what, ho, Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves! Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! BRABANTIO appears above, at a window. Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons? What is the matter there? Rod. Signior, is all your family within? Iago. Are your doors lock'd? Bra. Why, wherefore ask you this? Iago. Zounds, sir, you're robb'd; for shame, put on your gown; Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; Bar. What, have you lost your wits? Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice? Rod. My name is Roderigo. The worser welcome: I've charg'd thee not to haunt about my doors : My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, To start my quiet; Rod. Sir, sir, sir, Bra. My spirit and my place have in them power But thou must needs be sure Patience, good sir. To make this bitter to thee. Rod. Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice; My house is not a grange. Rod. Iago. Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, and 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? Iago. 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. Iago. You are - a senator. Bra. This thou shalt answer: I know thee, Roderigo. Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But, I beseech you, I thus would play and trifle with your reverence: Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes, Of here and every where. Straight satisfy yourself: Let loose on me the justice of the state Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho! Give me a taper!-call up all my people! - Light, I say! light! [Exit above. Iago. Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state To lead their business: in which regard, I must show out a flag and sign of love, Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him, Lead to the Sagittary the raised search; And there will I be with him. So, farewell. [Exit. Enter, below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with torches. 11 With the Moor, say'st thou? Who would be a father! How didst thou know 'twas she?-O, she deceives me Past thought!-What said she to you?- Get more tapers; Raise all my kindred. Are they married, think you? Rod. Truly, I think they are. Bra. O heaven!- How got she out!-O treason of the blood! Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds Rod. Yes, sir, I have indeed. Bra. Call up my brother.-O, would you had had her! Some one way, some another.— Do you know To get good guard, and go along with me. Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call ; 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 with torches Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience To do no cóntriv'd murder: I lack iniquity Sometimes to do me service: nine or ten times I had thought t' have yerk'd him here under the ribs, Iago. Nay, but he prated. And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms Against your honor, That, with the little godliness I have, I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray you, sir, And hath, in his effect, a voice potential As double as the duke's: he will divorce you; Oth. - Let him do his spite: My services which I have done the signiory Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,— I would not my unhousèd free condition Put into circumscription and confine For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yond? Not I; I must be found: Oth. Iago. By Janus, I think no. Enter CASSIO, and certain Officers with torches. 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 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 Are at the duke's already : you have been hotly call'd for; |