Though I do hate him as I do hell pains, 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. [Exit. Enter below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with torches. With the Moor, say'st thou ?-Who would be a father! Bra. O heaven!-How got she out!-O treason of the blood! Fathers, from hence trust not your daughter's minds Rod. Yes, sir, I have indeed. Bra. Call up my brother.-O, 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; SCENE II.-VENICE. Another Street. [Exeunt. 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 I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs. Iago. Nay, but he prated, And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms That, with the little godliness I have, I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray you, sir, Oth. Let him do his spite: My services which I have done the signiory Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,— I shall promulgate,-I fetch my life and being I would not my unhoused free condition Put into circumscription and confine For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yond? Oth. Not I; I must be found: My parts, my title, and my perfect soul 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? Cas. The duke does greet you, general; And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance 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. And go with you. Cas. "Tis well I am found by you. [Exit. 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. Iago. 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. He comes to bad intent. Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers with torches and Oth. weapons. Holla! stand there! 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. Othou 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.- Oth. Hold your hands, Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it Bra. To prison; till fit time Of law and course of direct session Call thee to answer. What if I do obey? Oth. 1 Of 'Tis true, most worthy signior; The duke's in council, and your noble self, Bra. Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own; SCENE III.-VENICE. [Exeunt. A Council-chamber. The DUKE and Senators sitting at a table; Officers attending. 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. But though they jump not on a just account,— As in these cases, where the aim reports, And mine two hundred : '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. By no assay of reason: 'tis a pageant This cannot be, To keep us in false gaze. When we consider That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes, But altogether lacks the abilities That Rhodes is dress'd in: if we make thought of this, 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, 1 Sen. Ay, so I thought.-How many, as you guess? With his free duty recommends you thus, And prays you to believe him. Duke. 'Tis certain, then, for Cyprus. Marcus Luccicos, is not he 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. Enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you |