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For naught but provender; and, when he's old, cashier'd :
Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are,
Who, trimn'd in forms and visages of duty,
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves;
And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
Do well thrive by them, and, when they've lin’d their coats,
Do themselves homage : these fellows have some soul :
And such a one do I profess myself.
For, sir,
It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:
In following him, I follow but myself ;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end :
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe,
If he can carry't thus !
Iago.

Call up her father,
Rouse him :- make after him, poison his delight,
Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen ;
And though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Plague him with flies; though that his joy be joy,
Yet

throw, such changes of vexation on't, 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 !
Thieves ! thieves !

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;
Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise;
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you:
Arise, I say:

Bar. What, have you lost your wits?
Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice ?
Bra. Not I: what are you?
Rod. My name is Roderigo.
Bra.

The worser welcome :
I've charg'd thee not 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,
Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come
To start my quiet ;

Rod. Sir, sir, sir,-
Bra.

But thou must needs be sure
My spirit and my place have in them power
To make this bitter to thee.
Rod.

Patience, good sir.
Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice;
My house is not a grange.
Rod.

Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you.

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,
If't be your pleasure and most wise consent,
As partly I find it is, that your fair daughter,
At this odd-even and dull watch o' the night,
Transported, with no worse nor better guard
But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,-
If this be known to you, and your allowance,
We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs;
But, if you know not this, my manners tell me
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe
That, from the sense of all civility,
I thus would play and trifle with your reverence:
Your daughter, - if you have not given her leave,-
I say again, hath made a gross revolt ;
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,
In an extravagant and wheeling stranger
Of here and every where. Straight satisfy yourself:
If she be in her chamber or your house,
Let loose on me the justice of the state
For thus deluding you.
Bra.

Strike on the tinder, ho!
Give me a taper !- call up all my people ! -
This accident is not unlike my dream:
Belief of it oppresses me already.-
Light, I say ! light !

[Exit above, Tago.

Farewell; for I must leave you: It seems not ineet, 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 check Cannot 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, Another of his fathom they have none 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, 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,

Bra. It is too true an evil : gone she is; And what's to come of my despisèd time Is naught but bitterness. - Now, Roderigo, Where didst thou see her? -- O unhappy girl!-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 ta

pers;
Raise all my kindred. — Are they married, think you ?

Rod. Truly, I think they are.
Bra. O heaven !- How got she out!-0 treason of

the blood !-
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds
By what you see them act. Is 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.— O, would 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 right.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 contriv’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,

Oth. 'Tis better as it is.
lago.

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,
Are you fast niarried ? Be assur'd of this,
That the magnifico is much belov’d;
And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
As double as the duke's : he will divorce you;
Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
The law --- with all his might t' enforce it on-
Will give him cable.
Oth.

Let him do his spite:
My services which I have done the signiory
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,-
Which, when I know that boasting is an honor,
I shall promulgate,- I fetch my life and being
From men of royal siege ; and my demerits
May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune
As this that I have reach'd : for know, lago,
But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
I would not my unhousèd free condition
Put into circumscription and contine
For the sea's worth. But, look ! what lights come yond ?

Iago. Those are the raised father and his friends :
You were best go in.
Oth.

Not I; I must be found:
My parts, my title, and my perfect soul
Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they ?
Tago. 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
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,
Are at the duke's already : you have been hotly call’d for;

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