When, being not at your lodging to be found, 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? [Exit 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. To who? Re-enter OTHELLO. Have with you Iago. Marry, to― Come, captain, will you go? He comes to bad intent. Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers with torches and weapons. Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. them. Good signior, you shall more command with years Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her; Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense 'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking. Oth. Hold your hands, Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it Bra. To prison; till fit time Of law, and course of direct session, Call thee to answer. Oth. First Off 'Tis true, most worthy signior; The duke's in council, and your noble self, I'm sure, is sent for. Bra. How! the duke in council! In this time of the night!— Bring him away; 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. A council-chamber. The Duke and Senators sitting at a table; Officers attending. Duke. There is no composition in these news That gives them credit. First Sen. My letters say a hundred Indeed, they're disproportion'd; and seven galleys. Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty. Sec. 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 a Sailor. Duke. Now, what's the business? Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; Duke. How say you by this change? By no assay of reason: 'tis a pageant, This cannot be, To keep us in false gaze. When we consider That as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes, But altogether lacks th' abilities That Rhodes is dress'd in :—if we make thought of this, We must not think the Turk is so unskillful To leave that latest which concerns him 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. 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. First Sen. Ay, so I thought.- How many, as you guess? Mess. Of thirty sail: and now they do re-stem Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance With his free duty recommends you thus, Duke. 'Tis certain, then, for Cyprus.- First Sen. He's now in Florence. Duke. Write from us to him; post-post-haste dispatch. First 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. [To Brabantio] I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior; We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night. Bra. So did I yours. Good your grace, pardon me; Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature Duke. Bra. Dead? She is abus'd, stol'n from me, and corrupted Ay, to : By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks; Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense, Duke. Whoe'er he be that, in this foul proceeding, 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 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. Duke and Sen. We're very sorry for❜t. Duke [to Othello] What, in your own part, can you say to this? Bra. Nothing, but this is so. Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, Hath this extent, no more. Rude am in my speech, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what chems, What conjuration, and what mighty magic, For such proceeding I am charg'd withal, I won his daughter. Bra. A maiden never bold; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on! Why this should be. I therefore vouch again, Duke. |