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Iago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire
yell, As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities.
Rod. What ho ! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho ! Iago. Awake! what ho! Brabantio ! thieves !
thieves ! thieves ! Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags ! Thieves ! thieves !
BRABANTIO, above, at a Window. Bra. What is the reason of this terrible sum
Rod. Signior, is all your family within ?
Why? wherefore ask you this? Iago. Sir, you are robb’d; for shame, put on
your gown; Your heart is burst, you have lost half
your wits? Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my
The worse welcome;
Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir,
sure, My spirit, and my place, have in them power To make this bitter to thee.
Patience, good sir.
Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure
soul I come to you. Iago. Then, sir, because we come to do you service, you think we are ruffians.
Bra. What wretch art thou?
Iago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now together.
Bra. Thou art a villain.
a senator. Bra. This thou shalt answer: I know thee, Ro
derigo. Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I be
If 't be your pleasure, and most wise consent,
allowance, We then have done
bold and saucy wrongs ; But, if you know not this, my manners tell me, We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe, That, from the sense of all civility, I thus would play and trifle with your reverence: I Your daughter, if you have not given her leave, I say again, hath made a gross revolt ; Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes, In an extravagant' and wheeling stranger, Of here and every where : Straight satisfy yourself : If she be in her chamber, or your house, Let loose on me the justice of the state For thus deluding you. 7 A lone farm house. * Midnight.
9 Approbation. v Wandering.
Strike on the tinder, ho ! Give me a taper; — call up all my people : – This accident is not unlike my dream, Belief of it oppresses me already: Light, I say ! light!
[Exit from above. Iago.
Farewell ; for I must leave you: It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shall,) Against the Moor: For, I do know, the state, However this may gall him with some check, Cannot with safety cast him ; for he's embark'd With such loud reason to the Cyprus’ wars, (Which even now stand in act,) that, for their souls, Another of his fathom they have not, To lead their business: in which regard, 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 rais’d 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 despis'd time ?, Is nouglit but bitterness. - Now, Roderigo, Where didst thou see her?, unhappy girl! With the Moor, say'st thou ? - Who would be a
father? How didst thou know 't was she? O, thou deceiv'st
Past thought! What said she to you? -- Get
more tapers ;
- Old age.
Raise all my kindred. - Are they married, think
Rod. Truly, I think, they are.
blood! Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters'
minds By what you see them act. Are there not charms, By which the property of youth and maidhood May be abusid? Have you not read, Roderigo, Of some such thing ? Rod.
Yes, sir ; I have indeed. Bra, Call up my brother. – 0, that
had had her ? Some one way, some another.
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.
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.
Nay, but he prated,
fast married ? for, be sure of this,
Let him do his spite :
Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers
Not I: I must be found;
Iago. By Janus, I think no.
3 Brabantio, magnifico is his title as a senator.
4 Seat or throne. s Demerits has the same meaning in Shakespeare as mcrits.