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Keep yet their hearts attending on themfelves; And, throwing but shows of fervice on their Lords, "Well thrive by them; and when they've lin❜d their

coats,

"Do themfelves homage. These folks have some soul, And fuch a one do I profefs myself.

It is as fure as you are Rodorigo,

Were I the Moor, I would not be lago:
In following him, I follow but myself;
Heav'n is my judge, not I, for love and duty;
But feeming fo, for my peculiar end:

For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart

*

In complement extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my fleeve,
For daws to peck at; I'm not what I feem.
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick lips owe,
If he can carry her thus ?

Iago. Call up her father,

Roufe him, make after him, poifon, his delight;
Proclaim him in the streets, incenfe her kinsmen;
And tho' he in a fertile climate dwell,

Plague him with flies; tho' that his joy be joy,
Yet throw fuch changes of vexation on't,
As it may lofe fome colour.

Rod. Here is her father's houfe, I'll call aloud. Jago. Do with like timorous accent, and dire yell, "As when, by night and negligence, the fire "Is fpred in populous cities."

Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! Signior Brabantio! ho. Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! ho! thieves!

thieves !

Look to your house, your daughter and your bags: Thieves! thieves!

SCE NE II.

Brabantio appears above at a window.

Bra. What is the reafon of this terrible fummons ? What is the matter there?

Rod. Signior, is all your family within?

complement, i. e. fulness.

Iago. Are all doors lock'd?

Bra. Why? wherefore afk you this?

Iago. Zounds! Sir, you're robb'd: for fhame, put. on your gown;

Your heart is burit, you have loft half your foul;
Ev'n now, ev'n very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe. Arife, arife,

Awake the fnorting citizens with the bell,

Or elfe the devil will make a grandfire of you..
Arife, I fay.

Bra What, have you loft your wits?

Red Most Reverend Signior, do you know my voice? Bra Not 1; what are you?

Rod My name is Rodrigo.

Bra. The worfe welcome;

I've charge'd thee not to haunt about my doors:

In honest plainness thou haft heard me fay,

My daughter's not for thee.

And now in madness,

Being full of fupper and diftemp'ring draughts,

Upon malicious bravery doft thou come

To start my quiet.

Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir

Bra. But thou muft needs be fure,

My fpirit and my place have in their power

To make this bitter to thee.

Rod. Patience, good Sir.

Bra What tell it thou me of robbing? this is Ve

My houfe is not a grange.

Rod Moft grave Brabantio,

In fimple and pure foul I come to you.

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Iago. Zounds! Sir, you are one of those that will not ferve God, if the devil bid you.

do you fervice, you'

Because we come to 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 germanes.

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.

Iago. You are a fenator.

R 2:

Bras

Bra. This thou shalt anfwer. I know thee, Rodorigo, Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech you, If't be your pleasure and moft wife confent,

(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 clasps of a lascivious Moor;
If this be known to you, and your allowance,
We then have done you bold and faucy 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 given her leave,
I fay 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 fatisfy yourself.
If the be in her chamber, or your houfe,

Let loofe on me the justice of the state
For thus deluding you.

Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho!

Give me a taper; -call up all my people;-
This accident is not unlike my dream,

Belief of it oppreffes me already.

Light, I fay, light! [Exit Brabantio from above. lago. Farewel; for I must leave you.

It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
To be produce'd (as, if I flay, I fhall)

Against the Moor. For I do know, the state,
However this may gall him with fome check,
Cannot with fafety caft him.

For he's imbark'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 must fhew out a flag and fign of love :

Which is indeed but fign. That you may furely find

him,

Lead

Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;

And there will I be with him. So, farewel.

[Exit

Enter Brabantio, and Servants with torches.

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

With the Moor, faidft thou? who would be a father?
How didst thou know 'twas fhe? oh, the deceives me
Paft thought What faid fhe to you? get more

tapers

Raife all my kindred———are they married, think you? Rod. Truly I think they are.

Bra. O Heaven! how gat fhe out?

Oh treafon of my blood!

Fathers, from hence truft 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 fome fuch thing?

Rod. Yes, Sir, I have indeed.

Bra. Call up my brother: oh, 'would you had had Some one way, fome another-Do you know [her! 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.

SCENE IV.

Changes to another fireet 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

i. e, vexatious.

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. 'Tis better as it is.

Iago. Nay, but he prated,

And fpoke fuch fcurvy 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 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' inforce it on)
Will give him cable.

Oth. Let him do his fpight:

My fervices, which I have done the fignory,
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,
(Which, when I know that boafting is an honour,
I fhall promulgate), I fetch my life and being
From men of royal fiçge,; and my demerits
May speak, unbonnetted. to as proud a fortune
As this that I have reach'd For know, lago,
But that I love the gentle Defdemona,

I would not my unhoufed free condition
Put into circumfcription and confine,

[der?

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

SCENE V. Enter Caffio with torches.

Iago Thofe are the raised father, and his friends: You were beft go in.

Oth. Not I: I must be found.

My parts, my title, and my perfect foul,
Shall manifeft me righly. Is it they?

lago. By Janus, I think, no.

Oth The fervants of the Duke, and my lieutenant. The goodnefs of the night upon you, friends!

What is the news?

Gaf. The Duke does greet you, General;

And he requires your hafte, pòft-hafte, appearance, i. e, as large or extensive,