With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars

-Which even now stand in act-that, for their souls,
Another 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 shew out a flag and sign of love,
Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find
him,

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,
Is nought but bitterness.-Now, Roderigo,
Where didst thou see her?-Oh, unhappy girl!-
With the Moor, say'st thou ?-Who would be a
father?-

How didst thou know 'twas she?-Oh, she deceives me Past thought!-What said she to you?-Get moe 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
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.-Oh, 'would 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.

THO

Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants.

Iago.

HOUGH 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 time I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs. Oth. 'Tis better as it is.

Iago.
Nay, but he prated,
And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
Against your honour, that, with the little godliness
I have, I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir,
Are you fast married? for, be sure 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 or grievance
The law with all his might, to 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 honour,
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, Iago,
But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
I would not my unhoused free condition
Put into circumscription and confine

For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come

yonder?

Enter CASSIO, at a Distance, and certain Officers with

Torches.

Iago. These 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?

lago. 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,

Are at the Duke's already. You have been hotly call'd for;

When, being not at your lodging to be found,
The Senate hath sent about three several quests,
To search you out.

Oth.
I will but spend a word here in the house,
And then go with you.

'Tis well I am found by you.

[Exit.

Cas.
Ancient, what makes he here?
Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land-

carrack.

If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.

Cus. I do not understand.

Iago.

Cas.

He's married.

To whom?

Re-enter ОTHELLO.

Iago. Marry, to ... Come, Captain, will you go?
Oth.
Have with you.

Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you.

Enter BRABANTIO, ROVERIGO, and Officers of Night, with Torches and Weapons.

Iago. It is Brabantio.-General, be advis'd; He comes to bad intent.

Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. Oth. Keep up your bright swords; for the dew will rust them.

Good signior, you shall more command with years, Than with your weapons.

Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter?

Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;
For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
If she in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid so tender, fair, and happy,
So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd'
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,
Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou; to fear, not to delight.
Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense,
That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms;
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs or minerals,
That wakens motion.2-I'll have it disputed on;
'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant.-

Lay hold upon him; if he do resist,

Subdue him at his peril.

Oth.

Hold your hands,
Both you of my inclining and the rest;

Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it
Without a prompter.-Where will you that I go
To answer this your charge?

Bra.

To prison; till fit time

What if I do obey!

How may the Duke be therewith satisfied?
Whose messengers are here about

my side, Upon some present business of the State, To bring me to him.

Off

'Tis true, most worthy signior,

How! the Duke in Council!

The Duke's in Council; and your noble self,
I am sure, is sent for.

Bra.
In this time of the night!-Bring him away;
Mine's not an idle cause. The Duke himself
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.

HERE is no composition in these news,
That gives them credit.

THE

1 Sen.

Indeed, they are disproportion'd;

My letters say, a hundred and seven galleys.

Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty.

2 Sen.

And mine, two hundred.