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Even now, very now, an old black ram
wits? Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my
The worse welcome:
Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir,-
But thou must needs be sure,
Patience, good sir.
Most grave Brabantio,
Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that will not serve God, if the devil bid we come to do you service, you think we are ruffans: You'll have your daughter cover'd with a
you. Because 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.
You are—a senator.
derigo. Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I be
If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent,
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; 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.
Strike on the tinder, ho!
[Exit, from above. Farewel; for I must leave you: It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shail,) 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, farewel.
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?-O, 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
Some one way, some another.-Do you know
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, lago, 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
Nay, but he prated,
fast married? for, be sure of this, -
Let him do his spite:
demerits May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune