Iago. Call up her father,

Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight,
Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen,
And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,

Plague him with flies: though 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.
Iago. 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!

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 ?

Iago. Are your doors lock'd?

Bra. Why? wherefore ask you this?

Iago. "Zounds, Sir, you are robb'd; for shame, put on your

gown;

Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;

Even now, very now, an old black ram

Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise;

Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,

Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you:

Arise, I say.

Bra. What, have you lost your wits?

Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice ?
Bra. Not I; What are you?

Rod. My name is-Roderigo.

Bra. The worse welcome:

I have charged thee, not to haunt about my doors:
In honest plainness thou hast heard me say,

My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness,
Being full of supper, and distempering† draughts,
Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come

To start my quiet.

Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir,

Bra. But thou must needs be sure,

My spirit, and my place, have in them power

To make this bitter to thee.

Rod. Patience, good Sir.

Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice;

My house is not a grange.

Rod. Most grave Brabantio,

In simple and pure soul I come to you.

Iago. 'Zounds, Sir, you are one of those, tnat will not serve

God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service,

you think we are ruffians: You'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse; you'll have your nephews* neigh to you: you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans.

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 senator.

Bra. This thou shalt answer: I know thee, Roderigo.
Rod. Sir, I will answer anything. But I beseech you,
If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent

(As partly, I find, it is), that your fair daughter,
At this odd-event and dull watch o' the night,
Transported-with no worse nor better guard,
But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,-
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 given her leave,—
I say again, hath made a gross revolt:

Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,

In an extravagant§ and wheeling stranger,

Of here and everywhere: Straight satisfy yourself:
If she be in her chamber, or your house,

Let loose 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 oppresses me already:-
Light, I say! light!

Iago. Farewell; for I must leave you:
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
To be produced (as, if I stay, I shall)

Against the Moor: For, I do know the state,-
However this may gall him with some check,-

Cannot with safety cast|| him; for he's embark'd
With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars

Exit from above.

(Which even now stand in act), that, for their souls, Another of his fathom they have not,

To lead their business; in which regard,

Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
Yet, for necessity of present life,

I must show out a flag and sign of love,

Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,

Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;

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

*Nepotes, grandsons.
Approbation.

Wandering,

† About midnight.
Dismiss.

[Exit.

Enter below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with Torches.
Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is;

And what's to come of my despised time,*

Is nought but bitterness.-Now, Roderigo,

Where didst thou see her?-O, unhappy girl!

With the Moor, say'st thou ?-Who would be a father

How didst thou know 'twas she? O, thou deceiv'st

Past thought!-What said she to you ?-Get more tapers;
Raise all my kindred.-Are they married, think you?

Rod. Truly, I think, they are.

Bra. O heaven!-How got she out ?-O treason of the 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 abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,

Of some such thing?

Rod. Yes, Sir; I have, indeed.

Bra. Call up my brother. O, that 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.

SCENE II.-The same. Another Street.

Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants.
Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience,

To do no contrived murder; I lack iniquity
Sometimes, to do me service; Nine or ten times

I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.
Oth. "Tis better as it is..

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, Sir,
Are you fast married? for, be sure of this,-
That the magnificot is much beloved;
And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
As double as the duke's; he will divorce you;
Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
The law (with all his might, to enforce it on)
Will give him cable.

Oth. Let him do his spite:

My services, which I have done the signiory,
Shall out-tongue his complaints. "Tis yet to know
(Which, when I know that boasting is an honour,

* Old age.

[Exeunt.

+ Brabantio: magnifico is his title as a senator

I shall promulgate), I fetch my life and being
From men of royal siege ;* and my demeritst
May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune
As this that I have reach'd: For know, Iago,
But that I love the gentle Desdemona,

I would not my unhoused‡ free condition
Put into circumspection and confine

For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yonder? Enter CASSIO, at a distance, and certain Officers with Torches. Iago. These 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?

Iago. By Janus, I think no.

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,
Even on the instant..

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, raised, 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 hath sent about three several quests, ||

To search you out.

Oth. "Tis well I am found by you.

I will but spend a word here in the house,

And go with you.

Cas. Ancient, what makes he here?

Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carrack;¶

If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.

Cas. I do not understand.

Iago. He's married.

Cas. To who?

Re-enter OTHELLO.

Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go?

Oth. Have with you.

Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you.

[Exit.

Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers of night, with torches and weapons.

Iago. It is Brabantio:-general, be advised ;**

He comes to bad intent.

Oth. Hola! stand there!

*Seat or throne.

I Searchers.

↑ Merits.

Large vessel.

Rod. Signior, it is the Moor.

Bra. 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 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,

If she in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid-so tender, fair, and happy;
So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd'
The wealthy curled* darlings of our nation,—
Would ever have to incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou: to fear,t not to delight.
Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense,
That thou hast practised on her with foul charms;
Abused her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals;
That waken motion: I'll have it disputed on;
'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant:-
Lay hold upon him; if he do resist,
Subdue him at his peril.

Oth. Hold your hands,

Both you of my inclining, and the rest:

Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it
Without a prompter.-Where will you that I go
To answer this your charge?

Bra. To prison: till fit time

Of law, and course of direct session,

Call thee to answer.

Oth. What if I do obey?

How may the duke be therewith satisfied;

Whose messengers are here about my side,

Upon some present business of the state,

To bring me to him?

Off "Tis true, most worthy signior,

The duke's in council; and your noble self,

I am sure, is sent for.

Bra. How! the duke in council!

In this time of the night!-Bring him awayo nda'
Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself,

Or any of my brothers of the state,

Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own:
For if such actions may have passage free,

Bond-slaves and pagans, shall our statesmen be.

[Exeunt.