Enter Barbantio | in his night gowne, and feruants with torches.

Bra. It is too true an euill, gone she is,
And what's to come, of my despised time,
Is nought but bitterneffe now Roderigo,
Where didft thou fee her; O vnhappy girle,

With the Moore faift thou? who would be a father?
How didst thou know twas fhe? O thou deceiueft § me
Paft thought what faid fhe to you? get more tapers,
Raife all my kindred, are they married thinke you?
Rod. Truely I thinke they are.

Bra. O heauen, how got the out? O treafon of the blood;
Fathers from hence, truft not your daughters mindes,
By what you fee them act; is there not charmes,
By which the property of youth and manhood
May be abus'd haue you not read Roderigo,
Of fome fuch thing.

Red. I haue fir*.

Bra. Call vp my brother; O that you had had her,
Some one way, fome another; doe you know
Where we may apprehend her, and the Moore?
Rod. I thinke I can difcouer him, if you please
To get good guard, and goe along with me.
Bra. Pray leade me on t, at every houfe Ile call,
I may command at moft: get weapons ho,
And raise some speciall officers of night ‡:
On good Roderigo, Ile deferue your paines.

Exeunt.

Enter Othello, Iago, and attendants with torches.

Ia. Tho in the trade of warre, I haue flaine men, Yet doe I hold it very fluft of conscience.

Brabantio.

The deceives. † you lead on.

Yes fir, I have indeed, · might. Ruffe c'tb.

+ would.

Το

To doe no contriu'd murther; I lacke iniquity
Sometimes to doe me feruice: nine or ten times,
I had thought to haue ierk'd him here,
Vnder the ribbes.

Oth. Tis better as it is.

Jag. Nay, but he prated,

And spoke fuch fcuruy, and prouoking tearmes
Against your honor, that with the little godlineffe I haue,
I did full hard forbeare him: but I pray fir,
Are you faft married? for be fure of this,
That the magnifico is much beloued,
And hath in his effect, a voyce potentiall,
As double as the dukes, he will diuorce you,
Or put vpon you what reftraint, and greeuance,
That law with all his might to inforce it on,
Weele giue him cable.

*

Oth. Let him doe his spite,

My feruices which I haue done the feigniorie,
Shall out tongue his complaints, tis yet to know, †
That boasting is an honour,

I'fhall provulgate, I fetch my life and being,
From men of royall height, and my demerrits,
May speake vnbonnited to ‡ as proud a fortune
As this that I haue reach'd; for know Iago,
But that I loue the gentle Defdemona,
I would not, my vnhoufed free condition,
Put into circumfcription and confine
For the feas worth,

But looke what lights come yonder.

Enter Caffio with lights, officers, and torches.

Ia. These are the raised father and his friends, You were best

goe in.

• The. † which when I know. + promulgate.

to omitted.

Oth.

Oth. Not I, I must be found,

My parts, my title, and my perfect foule,
Shall manifeft me rightly: it is they.
Ia. By Ianus I thinke no.

Oth. The feruants of the duke, and my lieutenant,
The goodneffe of the night vpon your friends §,
What is the newes.

Caf. The duke does greete you generall,

And he requires your haft, post haft appearance,
Euen on the instant.

Oth. Whats the matter thinke you:

Caf. Something from Cipres, as I may diuine,!

It is a bufineffe of fome heate, the galleyes

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Haue fent a dozen frequent mellengers anothers heeles:

This very night, at one

And many of the confuls rais'd, and met,

Are at the dukes already; you haue bin hotly cald for,
When being not at your lodging to be found,

The fenate fent aboue three feuerall quests

To fearch you out.

Othe. Tis well I am found by you,

Ile + fpend a word here in the houfe, and goe with you.
Caf. Auncient, what makes he here?

Ia. Faith he to night, hath boorded a land carrick ‡;
If it proue lawfull prize, hee's made for euer.

Caf. I doe not vnderstand.

Ia. Hee's married.

Caf. To who § ?

Enters Brabantio, Roderigo, and others with lights and

weapons.

la. Marry to.Come captaine, will you goe?

Caf. Here comes another troupe to feeke for
Ia. It is Brabantio, generall be aduifde,
He comes to bad intent.

Oth. Holla, ftand there.

Rod. Seignior, it is the Moore.

Bra. Downe with him theife.

Ia. You Roderigo, come fir, I am for you..

you.

Oth. Keepe vp your bright fwords, for the dew will ruft

ein,

Good feignior you shall more command with yeares

Then with your weapons.

Bra. O thou foule theefe, where haft thou ftowed my daughter?

Dambd as thou art, thou haft inchanted her,

*

For Ile referre me to all thing of fenfe, +
Whether a maide fo tender, faire, and happy,
So oppofite to marriage, that she shund
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,
Would euer haue (to incurre a general mocke)
Runne from her gardage to the footy bofome
Of fuch a thing as thou? to feare, not to delight, †
Such an abufer of the world, a practiser

Of arts inhibited, and out of warrant ? ·

Lay hold vpon him, if he doe resist,
Subdue him at his perill.

Oth. Hold your hands:

Both you of my inclining, and the reft,

*things.

(If he in chaines of magick were not bound) From the Edit. in 165

Judge me the world, if t'is no groffe in fenfe,

That thou haft practis'd on her with foule charmes,
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs or minerals
That weakens motion: Ile bave't difputed on
Tis portalle and palpable to thinking:
Itherefore apprebend and doe attach thee.
For.

From the Edit, 1630.

Were

Were it my qu. to fight, I fhould haue knowne it,
Without a prompter, where will you that I goe,
And § anfwer this your charge?

Bra. To prifon till fit time

Of law, and courfe of direct feffion,
Call thee to answer.

Oth. What if I doe obey,

How may the duke be therewith fatisfied,
Whofe meffengers are heere about my fide,
Vpon fome prefent bufineffe of the state,
To beare me to him.

Officer. Tis true moft worthy feignior,
The duke's in councell, and your noble felfe,
I am fure is fent for.

Bra. How? the duke in councell?

In this time of the night? bring him away,
Mine's not an idle caufe, the duke himfelfe,
Or any of my brothers of the ftate,

Cannot but feele this wrong, as twere their ownė.
For if fuch actions, may haue paffage free,
Bondflaues, and Pagans, fhal our statefimen be.

Exeunt.

Enter duke and fenators, fet at a table with lights and

attendants.

Duke. There is no compofition in these newes,

That giues them credit.

1 Sena. Indeede they are difproportioned, My letters fay, a hundred and feuen gallies. Du. And mine a hundred and forty.

2 Sena. And mine two hundred :

But though they iumpe not on a iuft account.
As in thefe cafes, where they aym'd* reports,
Tis oft with difference, yet doe they all confirme
A Turkish fleete, and bearing vp to Cipreffe.

I cue. § To.
X 2

ayme.

Du.