And raise some special officers of night.On, good Roderigo ;-I'll deserve your pains. [Exeunt RODERIGO, BRABANTIO, and SERVANTS.

SCENE II.

Venice.

Another Street.

Enter OTHELLO and IAGO.

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 ribs. Oth. 'Tis better as it is.

Iago. Nay, but he prated,

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,
Are you fast marry'd? for, be sure of this,-
That the magnifico is much beloved;
And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
As double as the Duke's: he will divorce you;
Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
The law (with all his might, to enforce it on),
Will give him cable.

Oth. Let him do his spite:

My services, which I have done the signiory,
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,

(Which, when I know, that boasting is an honour,
I shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being
From men of royal siege; and my demerits
May speak, unbonneted, 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 unhoused free condition
Put into circumscription and confine

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

Jago. 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?
Iago. By Janus, I think, no.

Enter a SERVANT, with Torch, Cassio, GIOVANNI, and LUCA.

Oth. The servants of the Duke, and my lieute

nant.

The goodness of the night upon you, friends!

What is the news?

Cas. The Duke does greet you, géneral;"
And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance,
Even on the instant.

Oth. What is the matter, think you?

Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine:
You have been hotly call'd for;

When, being not at your lodging to be found,
The senate sent about three several quests,

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.

Cas. Ancient, what makes he here?

[Exit.

Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land

carack;

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

Cas. I do not understand.
Iago. He's married.

Cas. To whom?

Enter OTHELLO.

Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go
Oth. Have with you.

Cus. Here comes another troop to seek for you..
Iago. It is Brabantio :-General, be advis'd;
He comes to bad intent.

Oth. Holla! stand there!

Enter RODERIGO, BRABANTIO, OFFICERS, and SERVANTS with Torches.

Rod. Signior, it is the Moor.

Bra. Down with him, thief!

[They draw on both Sides.

Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

Good signior, you shall more command with years, Than with your weapons.

Bra. O, thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter?

Damn'd as thou art, thou hast inchanted her:
For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
If she in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid-so tender, fair, and happy,
So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,-
Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou; to fear, not to delight.
I therefore apprehend, and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant :-

Lay hold upon him; if he do resist,

Subdue him at his peri!.

Oth. Hold your hands,

[They advance on both Sides.

Both you of my inclining, and the rest :-
Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it
Without a prompter.-Where will you, that I go
And answer this your charge?

Bra. To prison: till fit time
Of law, and course of direct session,
Call thee to answer.

Oth. What, if I do obey?

How may the Duke be therewith satisfied;
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state,
To bring me to him?

Cas. "Tis true, most worthy signior,

The Duke's in council; and your noble self,
I am sure, is sent for.

Bra. How! the Duke in council!

In this time of the night!-Bring him away:
Mine's not an idle cause: the Duke himself,
Or any of my brothers of the state,

Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own;
For, if such actions may have passage free,
Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Venice.

A Council Chamber.

The DUKE, GRATIANO, LODOVICO, Seven other SENATORS, and MARCO, in waiting, discovered.

Duke. There is no composition in these news, That gives them credit.

Gra. Indeed, they are disproportion'd;
My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies.
Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty.
Lod. And mine, two hundred :

But though they jump not on a just account,
Yet do they all confirm

A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.
Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment.

Enter PAULO and a SAILOR.

Paul. A messenger from the gallies.

Duke. Now? the business?

Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes;
So was I bid report here to the state,
By Signior Angelo.

Duke. How say you by this change?
Lod. This cannot be,

By no assay of reason; 'tis a pageant,

To keep us in false gaze.

Paul. Here is more news.

Enter a MESSENGER.

Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,