Arise, I say. Bra. What, have you lost your wits? Rod. Most reverend signior, do Bra. Not I; What are you? Bra. The worse welcome: you know my voice? I have charg'd thee, not to haunt about my doors: My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, To start my quiet. Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir, Bra. But thou must needs be sure, My spirit, and my place, have in them power To make this bitter to thee. Rod. Patience, good sir. Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice; My house is not a grange. Rod. Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you. Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, you think we are ruffians: You'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse; you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans. 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 beast with two backs. Bra. Thou art a villain. A 2 Iago. You are-a senator. Bra. This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Roderigo. Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech you, If't be your pleasure and most wise consent, (As partly, I find, it is,) that your fair daughter, I thus would play and trifle with your reverence: Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes, Let loose on me the justice of the state Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho! Give me a taper ;--call up all my people:- Belief of it oppresses me already :— [Exit, from above. Iago. Farewell; for I must leave you: Against the Moor: For, I do know, the state,— However this may gall him with some check,— (Which even now stand in act,) that, for their souls, I must show 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. Is nought but bitterness. -Now, Roderigo, How didst thou know 'twas she?-O, thou deceiv'st me 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 Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds Of some such thing? Rod. Yes, sir; I have indeed. Bra. Call up my brother.-O, that you had had her! Some one way, some another.-Do you know Rod. I think, I can discover him; if you please 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. Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants. 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, Or put upon you what restraint and grievance Oth. Let him do his spite; My services, which I have done the signiory, 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? Iago. 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, Oth. What is the matter, think you? |