Imatges de pÓgina

Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
Yet, for necessity of present life,
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 raised search;
And there will I be with him. So, farewell.

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 naught but bitterness. —Now, Roderigo,
Where didst thou see her?-0 unhappy girl! -
With the Moor, say'st thou?-Who would be a father!
How didst thou know 'twas she?-0, she deceives me
Past thought. —What said she to you?-Get more tapers;
Raise all my kindred.-Are they married, think you?

Rod. Truly, I think they are.
Bra. O heaven!-How got she out!0 treason of the

blood !—
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughter's minds
By what you see them act.-Are there not charms
By which the property of youth and maidhood
May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,
Of some such thing?

Yes, sir, I have indeed.
Bra. Call up my brother.—0, would 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. [Esceunt.

SCENE II.–VENICE. Another Street.
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 cóntriv'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.

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 you, sir,
Are you fast married? Be assured of this,
That the magnifico

is much beloved;
And bath, 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.

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


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.

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?

The duke does greet you, general;
And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance
Even on the instant.

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;

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.

'Tis well I am found by you.
I will but spend a word here in the house,
And go with you.

[E.cit. Cas.

Ancient, what makes he here?
Iago. Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack :
If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.

Cas. I do not understand.

He's married.

To who?
Re-enter OTHELLO.
Iago. Marry, to—Come, captain, will you go?

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. Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers with torches and

weapons. Oth.

Holla! stand there!
Rod. Signior, it is the Moor.

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 Good signior, you shall more command with years [them. — 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,
Sůbdue him at his peril.

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?

To prison; till fit time
Of law and course of direct session
Call thee to answer.

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.

'Tis true, most worthy signior;
The duke's in council, and your noble self,
I am sure, is sent for.

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.


VENICE. A Council-chamber. The DUKE and Senators sitting at a table; Officers altending.

Duke. There is no composition in these news That gives them credit. 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 :
But though they jump not on a just account,-
As in these cases, where the aim reports,
'Tis oft with difference, -yet do they all confirm
A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.

Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment:
I do not so secure me in the error,
But the main article I do approve
In fearful sense.

Sailor. [within.] What, ho! what, ho! what, ho!

1 Off. A messenger from the galleys.

Enter a Sailor. Duke.

Now,-what's the business?
Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes;
So was I bid report here to the state
By Signior Angelo
Duke. How say you by this change?
1 Sen.

This cannot be,
By no assay of reason : ’tis a pageant
To keep us in false gaze. When we consider
The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk;
And let ourselves again but understand
That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
So may be with more facile question bear it,
For that it stands not in such warlike brace,
But altogether lacks the abilities
That Rhodes is dress'd in: if we make thought of this,
We must not think the Turk is so unskilful
To leave that latest which concerns him first;
Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain
To wake and wage a danger profitless.

Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes.
1 Off. Here is more news.

Enter a Messenger.
Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,
Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes,
Have there injointed them with an after fleet.

1 Sen. Ay, so I thought.—How many, as you guess ?

Mess. Of thirty sail: and now do they re-stem
Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance
Their purposes toward Cyprus.-Signior Montano,
Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
With his free duty recommends you thus,
And prays you to believe him.

Duke. 'Tis certain, then, for Cyprus. —
Marcus Luccicos, is not be in town?

1 Sen. He's now in Florence.
Duke. Write from us to him; post-post-haste despatch.
1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio and the valiant Moor.

Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you
Against the general enemy Ottoman.-

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