66 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: For when my outward action doth demonstrate * In complement extern, 'tis not long after Iago. Call up her father, Roufe him, make after him, poifon, his delight; Plague him with flies; tho' that his joy be joy, 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; Awake the fnorting citizens with the bell, Or elfe the devil will make a grandfire of you.. 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. [nice: 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 I thus would play, and trifle with your reverence. Of here and every where; ftraight fatisfy yourself. Let loofe on me the justice of the state Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho! Give me a taper; -call up all my people;- 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, Against the Moor. For I do know, the state, 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, 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; With the Moor, faidft thou? who would be a father? 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 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 Iago. Nay, but he prated, And fpoke fuch fcurvy and provoking terms That, with the little godliness I have, I did full hard forbear him. But I pray, Sir, And hath in his effect a voice potential As double as the Duke's: he will divorce you, Oth. Let him do his fpight: My fervices, which I have done the fignory, I would not my unhoufed free condition [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, 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, |