you think we are ruffians; you'll have your daughter cover'd with a Barbary horfe, you'll have your nephews neigh to you, you'll have courfers for coufins, and gennets for germans.

Bra. What prophane wretch art thou?

Iago. I am one, Sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beaft with two backs.

Bra. Thou art a villain.

lago. You are a fenator.

Bra. This thou fhalt answer. I know thee, Rodorigo.
Rod. Sir, I will anfwer any thing. But I befeech you,
If't be your pleasure and most wise consent,
(As partly I find it is,) that your fair daughter
Be at this odd even and dull watch o'th' night
Tranfported with no worfe nor better guard,
But with a knave of hire, a Gundalier,
To the grofs clafps of a lafcivious 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 fenfe 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; ftraight fatisfie your felf.
If the be in her chamber, or your house,

Let loose on me the juftice of the state
For thus deluding you.

Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho!

Give me a tapercall up all my people,

This accident is not unlike my dream,

Belief of it oppreffes me already.

Light, I fay, light!

[Exit Bra. from above.

Iago.

Iago. Farewel; for I must leave you.
It seems not meet, nor wholfome to my place,
To be produc'd (as if I ftay, I fhall)

Againft the Moor. For I do know, the ftate,
However this may gall him with fome check,
Cannot with fafety caft him. For he's embark'd
With fuch loud reafon to the Cyprus wars,

Which ev'n now ftand in act, that for their fouls,
Another of his fadom they have none,

To lead their bufinefs. In which regard,
Tho' I do hate him as I do hell's pains,
Yet, for neceffity of prefent life,

I muft fhew out a flag and fign of love,

Which is indeed but fign. That you 7 'may find him,

Lead to the Sagittary the raised fearch;

And there will I be with him. So farewel.

SCENE

[Exit.

III.

Enter Brabantio in his night-gown, and Servants with torches.

Bra. It is too true an evil. Gone fhe is,
And what's to come of my defpifed time,
Is nought but bitternefs. Now, Rodorigo,
Where didft thou fee her? oh unhappy girl!

With the Moor, faid'ft thou! who would be a father?
How didft thou know 'twas fhe? oh fhe deceives me
Paft thought-What faid fhe to you? get more tapers-
Raife all my kindredare they married, think you?
Rod. Truly I think they are.

Bra. Oh heaven! how gat fhe out?
Oh treafon of my blood!

Fathers, from hence truft not your daughters minds
By what you fee them act. Are there not charms,
By which the property of youth and maidhood
May be abus'd? have you not read, Rodorigo,
Of fome fuch thing?

7 may furely find

Rod.

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 houfe I'll call, I may command at moft; get weapons, hoa! And raise fome fpecial officers of might: On, good Rodorigo, I'll deferve your pains.

[Exeunt.

Another Street before the Sagittary.

Enter Othello, Iago, and Attendants with torches. Iago. THO' in the trade of war I have flain men, Yet do I hold it very ftuff o'th' confcience 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.

Iago. Nay, but he prated,

And spoke fuch fcurvy and provoking terms
Against your honour,

That with the little godlinefs I have,

I did full hard forbear him. But I pray, Sir,
Are you faft married? for be fure 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 reftraint or grievance
The law (with all his might t'enforce it on)
Will give him cable.

Oth. Let him do his spight:

My fervices, which I have done the Signory,

Shall

Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know, (Which, when I know that boafting is an honour, I fhall promulgate) I fetch life and being

From men of royal fiege; and my demerits

May speak, 'e'en bonneted, 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 unhoufed free condition

Put into circumfcription and confine,

For the fea's worth. But look! what lights come yonder?

Iago. Those are the raised father, and his friends,

You were best

go in.

Oth. Not 1: I must be found.

My part, my title, and my perfect foul
Shall manifeft me rightly. Is it they?

Iago. 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, poft-haste appearance,
Even on the inftant.

Oth. What is the matter, think you?

Caf. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine:
It is a bufinefs of fome heat. The gallies
Have fent a dozen fequent meffengers

This very night, at one another's heels:

And many of the 'counfel, 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 fenate fent above three feveral quefts,

To fearch you out.

8 unbonnetted, or and bonnetted,

1 confuls, cr couns'lers,

Oth.

parts,

Oth. 'Tis well I am found by you:

I will but fpend a word here in the house,

And go with you.

Caf. Ancient, what makes he here?

[Exit Othello.

Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack; If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.

Caf. I do not uuderstand.

Iago. He's married.

Caf. To whom?

Iago. Marry to — Come, captain, will you go?

Enter Othello.

Oth. Have with you.

Caf. Here comes another troop to feek for you.

Enter Brabantio, Rodorigo, with Officers and torches.

Iago. It is Brabantio; General, be advis❜d,

He comes to bad intent.

Oth. Holla! ftand there.

Rod. Signior, it is the Moor.

Bra. Down with him, thief. [They draw on both fides.
Iago. You, Rodorigo! come, Sir, I am for you

Oth. Keep up your bright fwords, for the dew will ruft 'em.
Good fignior, you fhall more command with years,
Than with your weapons.
[daughter?
Bra. O thou foul thief! where haft thou ftow'd my
Damn'd as thou art, thou haft enchanted her;
For I'll refer me to all things of fenfe,
If the in chains of magick were not bound;
Whether a maid, fo tender, fair, and happy,
So oppofite to marriage, that fhe fhunn'd
The wealthieft 'cull'd darlings of our nation,
Would ever have, t' incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the footy bosom

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