For when my outward action doth demonstrate If he can carry't thus! Iago. Call up her father, Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kins men, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, Rod. Here is her father's house: I'll call aloud. Iago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire yell, As when, by night and negligence, the fire Rod. What ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio! ho! Iago. Awake! what ho! Brabantio! thieves ! thieves! thieves! Look to your house, your daughter, and your Thieves! thieves! BRABANTIO, above, at a Window. [bags! Bra. What is the reason of this terrible sum mons? What is the matter there? Rod. Signior, is all your family within? Bra. Why? wherefore ask you this? Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are robb'd; for shame, put on your gown: Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; Bra. What, have you lost your wits? Rod. Most reverend signíor, do you know my voice? Bra. Not I; What are you? Bra. The worse welcome : I have charg'd thee, not to haunt about my doors; In honest plainness thou hast heard me say, My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, Being full of supper, and distempering draughts, Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir, Bra. But thou must needs be sure, My spirit, and my place, have in them power To make this bitter to thee. Rod. Patience, good sir. Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice; My house is not a grange. Rod. Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you. Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that will 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. lago. You are a senator. Bra. This thou shalt answer: I know thee, Roderigo. Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But L beseech you, I't be your pleasure, and most wise consent, 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 given her leave, I say again, hath made a gross revolt; If she be in her chamber, or your house, Bra. Against the Moor: For, I do know, the state,- 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; [Exit. 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 nought 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? O, thou deceiv'st 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?—O treason of the 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 abus'd? Have you not read, Roderigo, Of some such thing? Rod. Yes, sir, I have indeed. Bra. Call up my brother.-0, that 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! 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, To do no contriv'd murder; I lack iniquity Sometimes, to do me service: Nine or ten times I had bethought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs, Oth. 'Tis better as it is. Nay, but he prated, Iago. 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, Oth. (Which, when I know that boasting is an honour, I would not my unhoused free condition 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? Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieu- 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, appear ance, 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 |