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As this that I have reach'd: For know, Iago,
I would not my unhoused free condition
Put into circumscription 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 lieute
The goodness of the night upon you, friends!
Cas. The duke does greet you, general; And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, Even on the instant.
What is the matter, think you?
Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine; It is a business of some heat: the gallies 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 hath sent about three several quests,
To search you out.
'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? Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land
If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.
Cas. I do not understand.
Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go?
Have with you.
Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you.
Enter Brabantio, Roderigo, and Officers of night, with torches and weapons.
Iago. It is Brabantio:-general, be advis'd; He comes to bad intent.
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:
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.
I am sure, is sent for.
'Tis true, most worthy signior,
Bra. How! the duke in council! In this time of the night!-Bring him away: Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself, Or of any brothers of the state, my 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.
THE SAME. A COUNCIL-CHAMBER.
The Duke, and Senators, sitting at a table; Officers attending.
Duke. There is no composition in these news, That gives them credit.
1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies. Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty. 2 Sen. 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; I do not so secure me in the But the main article I do approve In fearful sense.
Sailor. [Within.] What ho! what ho! what ho!
Enter an Officer with a Sailor.
Off. A messenger from the gallies.
Now? the business?
Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; So was I bid report here to the state,
By signior Angelo.
Duke. How say you by this change? 1 Sen.
This cannot be,
By no assay of reason; 'tis a pageant,
That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
But altogether lacks the abilities
That Rhodes is dress'd in:-if we make thought of
We must not think, the Turk is so unskilful,
To wake, and wage, a danger profitless.
Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes.
Off. Here is more news.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes,
Have there injointed them with an after fleet.