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Wherein the toged counf’lors can propofer (2)
he had th' ele&tion; !
Rod. By Heav'n, I rather would have been his hangman.
lago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service ; Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to thi first. Now, Sir, be judge yourself, If I in any juft term am asign'd To love the Moor.
Rod. I would not follow him then.
lago. O Sir, content you;
(2) Wherein the tongued Confuls.) So the generality of the Ime presions read; but the oldest Quarto has it roged; (which gave the Hint for my Emendation;) the Senators, that affifted the Duke in Council, in their proper Gowns -- But let me explain why I have rengared to fubfti: ute Counsellors in the Room of Core fuis: and then, I hope, the Alteration will riot appear arbitrary; The Venetian Nobility, it is well known, constitute the great Council of the Senate, and are a part of the Administration; and Cum mrned to assist and counsel the Dage, who is Prince of the Senate; and, in that Regard, has only Precedency before the other Magi!
So that, in this Respect, they may very properly be called Counsellors. Besides, though the Government of Venice was Democratick at first, under Consuls and Tribunes; that Form of Power has bëen totally abrogated, since Doges have been elected: And whatever Consuls of other States may be resident there, yet they have no more a Voice, or Place, in the publick Councils, or in what concerns Peace or War than foreign Ambassadors can have in our Parliament.
Wears out his time, much like his master's afs,
-Others there are,
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe, If he can carry her thus ?
DVOR lago. Call up her father,
9,682 v Roule him, make after him, poison his delight; un Proclaim him in the streets, incense her kinsmen: A And tho' he in a fertile climate dwell, Plague him with flies; tho' that his joy be joy, Yet throw such changes of vexation on't, As it may lose some colour.
Rod. Here is her father's house, I'll call aloud.
lago. Do, with like timorous accent, and dire yell, As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities.
Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! Signior Brabantio ! ho. Jago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio ! ho! thieves !
thieves ! Look to your house, your, daughter, and your bags : Thieves thieves !
Brabantio Brabantio appears above, at a Window.
Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons ? What is the matter there?
Rod. Signior, is all your family within ?
this? Iago. Zounds! Sir, you're robb’d, for same, put on
your gown ;
Bra. What, have you lost your wits?
Bra. The worse welcome;
Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir
Bra. But thou must needs be sure,
Rod. Patience, good Sir.
Rod. Most grave Brabantio,
lago. 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 rufians; you'll have your daughter cover'd with a Barbary horse, you'll bave your nephews neigh to you; you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germanes.
Bra. What prophane wretch art thou?
lago. 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. logo. You are a fenator. Bra. This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Rodorigo.
Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech you, If't be your pleasure and most wile consent, (As partly, I find, it is,) that your fair daughter, At this oud even and dull watch o’th' night! Tranported with no worse nor better guard, But with a knave of hire, a Gondelier, To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor: If this be known to you, and your allowance, We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs. 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 giv'n her leave, I say again, hath made a gross revolt; Tying her duty, beauty, wit and fortunes To an extravagant and wheeling stranger, Of here and every where ; straight fatisfy yourself. If the be in her chamber, or your house, Let loose on me the justice of the State For thus deluding you.
Pra. Strike on the tinder, ho!
my people ;-
Tago. Farewel; for I must leave you.
Cannot with safety cast him. For he's embark'd
Rod. Truly, I think, they are.
Brä. Oh heaven! how gat me out Oh treason of "my 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, Rodorigo, of some such thing?
Rod. Yes, Sir, I have, indeed.
Bru. Call up my brother: oh, 'would you had had her; Some one way, some another-- Do
know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?
Rod. I think, I can discover him, if you please
house I'll call, I may
command at moft; get weapons, hoa ! And raise fome special officers of might: On, good Rodorigo, I'll deserve your pains. [Exeunt.