With the Moor, say'st thou ?-Who would be a father!— Bra. O heaven!-How got she out!-O treason of the blood! Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds Rod. Yes, sir, I have indeed. Bra. Call up my brother.-O, would you had had her!Some one way, some another.-Do you know 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 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. Another street. Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants with torches. Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience To do no cóntriv'd murder: I lack iniquity Sometimes to do me service: nine or ten times I had thought t' have yerk'd him here under the ribs. 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 you, sir, That the magnifico is much belov'd; Oth. Let him do his spite: I would not my unhousèd free condition Put into circumscription and confine For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yond? Iago. Those 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? Enter CASSIO, and certain Officers with torches. Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant.— The goodness of the night upon you, friends! What is the news? Cas. The duke does greet you, general ; And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance Oth. What is the matter, think you? Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine: It is a business of some heat: the galleys Have sent a dozen sequent messengers This very night at one another's heels; And many of the consuls, rais'd and met, Are at the duke's already: 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.(10) Oth. 'Tis well I am found by you. I will but spend a word here in the house, And go with you. 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. Cas. He's married. To who? Re-enter OTHello. Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go? Have with you. Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. He comes to bad intent. Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers with torches and weapons. Oth. Rod. Signior, it is the Moor. Bra. Holla! stand there! 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(11) 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 enchanted her; For I'll refer me to all things of sense, Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense Lay hold upon him: if he do resist, Oth. Hold your hands, Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it Bra. To prison; till fit time. Of law, and course of direct session, Call thee to answer. Oth. How may What if I do obey? the duke be therewith satisfied, Whose messengers are here about my side, To bring me to him? First Off 'Tis true, most worthy signior; The duke's in council, and your noble self, I'm sure, is sent for. Bra. How! the duke in council! In this time of the night!-Bring him away; Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own; SCENE III. The same. A council-chamber. [Exeunt. The Duke and Senators sitting at a table; Officers attending. That gives them credit. First Sen. Indeed, they're disproportion'd; My letters say a hundred and seven galleys. And mine, two hundred : But though they jump not on a just account,As in these cases, where the aim reports, 'Tis oft with difference,-yet do they all confirm A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus. Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment: But the main article I do approve Sailor. [within] What, ho! what, ho! what, ho! Duke. Enter a Sailor. Now,-what's the business? Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; Duke. How say you by this change? This cannot be, By no assay of reason: 'tis a pageant, That as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes, But altogether lacks th' abilities That Rhodes is dress'd in :-if we make thought of this, We must not think the Turk is so unskilful To leave that latest which concerns him first, Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain, To wake and wage a danger profitless. Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes. Enter a Messenger. Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, |