Another Street. |
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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 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? 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 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 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? |
Iago. By Janus, I think no. |
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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; |
When, being not at your lodging to be found, |
The senate hath sent about three several quests |
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. [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. |
Cas. I do not understand. |
Iago. He's married. |
Cas. To who? |
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Re-enter OTHELLO. |
Iago. Marry, to—Come, captain, will you go? |
Oth. Have with you. |
Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. |
Iago. It is Brabantio. General, be advis'd; |
He comes to bad intent. |
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Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers, with torches and weapons. |
Oth. Holla! stand there! |
Rod. Signior, it is the Moor. |
Bra. Down with him, thief! [They draw on both sides. |
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 weaken motion: I'll have 't 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 |
Of law and course of direct session |
Call thee to answer. |
Oth. What if I do obey? |
How may the duke be there with 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; |
The duke's in council, and your noble self, |
I am sure, is sent for. |
Bra. How! the duke in council! |
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. |
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