Rod. Moft grave Brabantio,

In simple and pure foul, I come to you.

Jago. Sir, you are one of those that will not ferve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you fervice, you think we are ruffians; you'll have your daughter cover'd with a barbary horse, you'll have your nephews neigh to you, you'll have courfers for coufins, and gennets for germans.

Bra. What prophane wretch art thou?

Jago. 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.

Jago. You are a fenator.

Bra. This thou fhalt answer. I know thee, Rodorigo.
Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech you,
+ Ift be your pleasure and most wife confent,
(As partly I find it is,) that your fair daughter,
At this odd even and dull watch o'th' night,
Transported with no worse nor better guard,
But with a knave of hire, a Gundalier,
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor:
If this be known to you, and your allowance,
We then have done you bold and fawcy 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.
Your daughter, if you have not giv'n her leave,
I say again, hath made a grofs revolt,

Tying her duty, beauty, wit and fortunes
To an extravagant and wheeling ftranger,

Of here and every where; straight satisfie your self.
If fhe be in her chamber, or your house,

Let

+ The 17 following lines are added fince the first edition, where after the words, I befeech you, immediately follows If the be in her chamber, &c.

It seems not meet, nor wholfome 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 fafety caft him. For he's embark'd
With fuch loud reason to the Cyprus wars,
Which ev'n now stand in act, that for their souls,
Another of his fadom they have none,

To lead their business. In which regard,
Tho' I do hate him as I do hell's pains,

Yet, for neceffity of present life,

I must shew out a flag and fign of love,

(Which is indeed but fign.) That you may surely find him,

Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;

And there will I be with him. So farewel.

[Exit.

Enter Brabantio in his night-gown, and fervants with torches

Bra. It is too true an evil. Gone fhe is,

And what's to come of my defpifed time,
Is nought but bitterness. Now, Rodorigo,

Where didst thou fee her? oh unhappy girl!

With the Moor, faift thou! who would be a father?

How didft thou know 'twas fhe? oh fhe deceives me

Paft

Past thought--- What faid fhe to you? get more tapers
Raise all my kindred ----are they married, think you?
Rod. Truly I think they are.

Bra. Oh heaven! how gat fhe out?

Oh treason of my blood!

Fathers, from hence truft not your daughters minds

By what you see them act.

Are there not charms,

By which the property of youth and maidhood

May be abus'd? have you not read, Rodrigo,
Of fome fuch thing?

Rod. Yes, Sir, I have indeed.

Bra. Call up my brothers; oh would you had had her!
Some one way, fome 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 moft; get weapons, hoa!
And raise some special officers ofa might:
On, good Rodorigo, I'll deferve your pains.

SCENE IV.

The Street.

Enter Othello, Jago, and Attendants with torches.

HO' in the trade of war I have slain men,

Jago. T
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Yet do I hold it very stuff o'th' conscience To do no contriv'd murther: I lack iniquity

Sometimes to do me fervice. ----Nine or ten times

I thought to've jerk'd him here under the ribs.
Oth. It's better as it is.

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Jago. Nay, but he prated,

And spoke fuch fcurvy and provoking terms
Against your honour,

That with the little godliness I have,

I did full hard forbear him. But I pray, Sir,
Are you fast married? for be sure of this,
That the Magnifico is much belov❜d,
And hath in his effect a voice potential
As double as the Duke's: he will divorce you,
Or put upon you what restraint or grievance
The law (with all his might t' enforce it on)
Will give him cable.

Oth. Let him do his fpight:

My services, which I have done the Signory,
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,
(Which, when I know that boasting is an honour,
I shall promulgate) I fetch life and being
From men of royal fiege; and my demerits
May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune
As this that I have reach'd. For know, Jago,
But that I love the gentle Desdemona,

I would not my unhoused free condition

Put into circumfcription and confine,

For the feas worth. But look! what lights come yonder?

Enter Caffio with torches.

Jago. Thofe 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 foul

Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?

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Jago.

Jago. By Janus, I think no.

Oth. The fervants of the duke, and my lieutenant:
The goodness of the night upon you, friends,
What is the news?

Caf. The duke does greet you, General,

And he requires your hafte, post-haste appearance,
Even on the instant.

Oth. What is the matter, think you?

Caf. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine:
It is a business of fome heat. The gallies
Have sent a dozen fequent meffengers
This very night, at one anothers heels:

And many of the confuls, 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 sent above three feveral quefts,

To search you out.

Oth. 'Tis well I am found by you:

I will but spend a word here in the house,

And go with you.

Caf. Ancient, what makes he here?

[Exit Othello.

Jago. Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carrac;

If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.

Caf. I do not understand.

Jago. He's married.

Caf. To whom?

Jago. Marry to----- -Come, captain, will you go?

Enter Othello.

Oth. Have with you.

Caf. Here comes another troop to feek for you.