Stood heir to th' first. Now, Sir, be judge yourself, • If I in any juft term am affin'd To love the Moor. Rod. I would not follow him then." Iago. O Sir, content you; I follow him to ferve my turn upon him. Cannot be truly follow'd. You fhall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That, doting on his own obfequious bondage, "Whip me fuch honeft knaves. Others there are, Do themselves homage. Thefe folks have fome foul, And fuch a one do I profefs myfelf. It is as fure as you are Rodorigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be ago. In following him, I follow but myself, Heav'n is my judge!-Not I, for love and duty, where each Second Stood heir to th' first. I read therefore. Not (as of old) gradation i. e. it does not go by gradation, as it did of old. WARBURTON, Old gradation, is gradation eftablished by ancient practice. Where is the difficulty? If I in any just term am af fin'd] Affned is the reading 8 of the third quarto and the first folio. The fecond quarto and all the modern editions have affign'd. The meaning is, Do I ftand within any fuch terms of propinquity or relation to the Moor, as that it is my duty to love kim? 9-boneft knaves.-] Knave is here for fervant, but with a mixture of fly contempt. For For when my outward action doth demonstrate I * In compliment extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve, For daws to peck at. I'm 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, Roufe him. Make after him, poifon his delight, Rod. Here is her father's house, I'll call aloud. 2 In compliment extern,-] In that which I do only for an outward fhew of civility. 2 As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is SPIED in populous cities.] This is not fenfe, take it which way you will. If night and negligence relate to spied, it is abfurd to fay the fire was spied by negligence. If night and negligence refer only to the time and occafion, it fhould then be by night, and thro' negligence. Otherwise the particle by would be made to fignify time applied to one word, and caufe applied to the other. We should read therefore, Is SPRED, by which all these faults are avoided. But what is of most weight, the fi Y 2 Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! Signior Brabantio! ho. Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! ho! Thieves! thieves! Look to your houfe, your daughter, and your bags. Thieves! thieves ! SCENE Bra. What is the reafon of this terrible fummons ? What is the matter there? Rod. Signior, is all your family within? Bra. Why? Wherefore afk you this? Tago. Sir, you are robb'd. For fhame, put on your Your heart is burft, you have loft half your foul; Bra. What, have you loft your wits? Rod. Most reverend fignior, do you know my voice? Rod. My name is Rodorigo. Bra. The worfer welcome. I've charg'd thee not to haunt about my doors. To start my quiet. Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir Bra. But thou must needs be fure, My fpirit and my place have in their power To To make this bitter to thee." Rod. Patience, good Sir. Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? This is Venice, My houfe is not a grange. Rod. Moft grave Brabantio, In fimple and pure foul, I come to you. Iago. Sir, you are one of those that will not ferve God, if the Devil bid you. Because we come to do you fervice, you think we are ruffians. You'll have your daughter cover'd with a Barbary horse, you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have courfers for coufins, and gennets for germanes. 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 beaft with two backs. Bra. Thou art a villain. lago. You are a fenator. Bra. This thou fhalt answer. I know thee, Rodorigo. Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I befeech you, *If't be your pleasure and most wife confent, + What profane wretch art thou? That is, what wretch of grofs and licentious language? In that fenfe Shakespeare often uses the word profane. The lines printed in Italicks Y 3 are not in the first edition, but But But if you know not this, my manners tell me, Do not believe, That from the fenfe of all civility I thus would play and trifle with your reverence. Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho! Call up Give me a taper. Call all my people. This accident is not unlike my Dream, lago. Farewel; for I must leave you. 4 Against the Moor. For I do know, the State, However this may gall him with + fome check, Cannot with fafety caft him., For he's embark'd With fuch loud reafon to the Cyprus' wars, 5 Which ev'n now ftand in act, that, for their fouls, To lead their bufinefs. In which regard, Yet, for neceffity of present life, I muft fhew out a flag and fign of love: Which is, indeed, but fign. That you may furely find him, I ead to the Sagittary the rais'd fearch; And there will I be with him. 4 Some check,] Some rebuke. 5-caft him.-] That is, dif So, farewel. [Exit. |