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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