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Duke of Venice.
DESDEMONA, daughter to Brabantio, and wife to
Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, Sailors,
SCENE, for the first Act, in Venice ; during the rest
of the play, at a sea-port in Cyprus.
THE MOOR OF VENICE.
ACT I. SCENE I.
Venice. A Street,
Enter RODERIGo and IAGO.
Rod. Tush, never tell me, I take it much un
kindly, That thou, Iago,- who hast had my purse, As if the strings were thine,-should'st know of this.
Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me:If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me. Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy
hate. Iago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones
of the city,
And, in conclusion, nonsuits
cient. Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his
hangman. Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of ser
vice; Preferment goes by letter, and affection, Not by the old gradation", where each second Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself, Whether I in any just term am affin'd To love the Moor. Rod.
I would not follow him then.
Iago. O, sir, content you; I follow him to serve my turn upon him: We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, For nought but provender; and, when he's old, ca
shier'd; Whip me such honest knaves: Others there are, Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty, Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves; And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, Do well thrive by them, and, when they have lin'd
their coats, Do themselves homage: these fellows have some
and figure of my heart
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe”,
Call up her father,
Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud.
yell, As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities.
Rod. What ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho! Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! thieves!
thieves ! thieves ! Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags ! Thieves ! thieves !
BRABANTIO, 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?
Why? wherefore ask you thi ? Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are robb'd; for shame, put
on your gown; Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;