TUSH, never tell me, I take it much unkindly, Abhor me. Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy hate. Jago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, My mediators; for, certes,' says he, Forsooth, a great arithmetician, A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife; More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, (1) Saluted. (2) Circumlocution. (3) Certainly. Herald. Desdemona, daughter to Brabantio, and wife to Othello. Emilia, wife to lago. Bianca, a courtezan, mistress to Cassio. Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, Sailors, Attendants, &c. Scene, for the first Act, in Venice; during the rest of the play, at a sea-port in Cyprus. And I, (God bless the mark!) his Moorship's an cient. Rod. By heaven I rather would have been his hangman. Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service; Preferment goes by letter, and affection, I Rod. I would not follow him then. lago. O, sir, content you; follow him to serve my turn upon him: We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, For nought but provender; and, when he's old, cashier'd; Whip me such honest knaves: Others there are, their coats, Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul; And such a one do I profess myself. It is as sure as you are Roderigo, (5) Theory. (6) Rulers of the state. (7) It was anciently the practice to reckon up (4) For wife some read life, supposing it to al-Isums with counters. lude to the denunciation in the Gospel, wo unto you when all men shall speak well of you. (8) Related. (9) Outward show of civility. Rod. What a full fortune does the thick lips owe,' | Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. As when, by night and negligence, the fire Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho! Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! thieves! Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! Brabantio, above, at a window. Jago. Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I be- If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent I thus would play and trifle with your reverence: Bra. What is the reason of this terrible sum- If she be in her chamber, or your house, mons? What is the matter there? Rod. Signior, is all your family within? 2 Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; Bra. What, have you lost your wits? Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice? Bra. Not I; What are you? Rod. My name is—Roderigo. The worse welcome: Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir,- But thou must needs be sure, Patience, good sir. Rod. My house is not a grange.4 Most grave Brabantio, Let loose on me the justice of the state Bra. Strike on the tinder ho! Another of his fathom they have not, I must show out a flag and sign of love, Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search; How didst thou know 'twas she? O, thou deceiv** me tapers; Raise all my kindred,-Are they married think you? Iago. Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that will Past thought!-What said she to you?-Get more 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. Bra. O heaven!-How got she out!-O treason Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds Rod. (6) Midnight. (8) Approbation. Yes, sir; I have indeed. (7) A waterman. (9) Wandering. (10) Dismiss. (11) Old age. Bra. Call up my brother.-O, that you had had her! Some one way, some another.-Do you know Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call; [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, 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, As double as the duke's: he will divorce you; 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;2 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 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, 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, Rod. Signior, it is the Moor. Bra. Iago. You, Roderigo! Down with him, thief! [They draw on both sides. 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: I therefore apprehend and do attach thee, Oth. Hold your hands, Oth. 'Tis true, most worthy signier, Are at the duke's already: You have been hotly The duke's in council; and your noble self, call'd for ; (1) Brabantio: Magnifico is his title as a senator. (2) Seat or throne. (3) Demerits has the same meaning in Shakspeare as merits. VOL. II I am sure, is sent for. |