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Even now, very now, an old black ram
Arise, I say.
What, have you lost your wits? Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my
Bra. Not I? What are you?
The worse welcome:
I have charg'd thee, not to haunt about my doors:
Being full of supper, and distempering draughts, Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come
To start my quiet.
Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir,
But thou must needs be sure,
Patience, good sir.
Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is
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, that 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 cover'd 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.
You are a senator.
Bra. This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Ro
Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech you,
If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent,
I thus would play and trifle with your reverence:
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,
In an extravagant and wheeling stranger,
Let loose on me the justice of the state
For thus deluding you.
Strike on the tinder, ho!
[Exit, from above. Farewel; for I must leave you: It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shail,) 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, (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 rais'd search;
And there will I be with him. So, farewel.
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 me
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
Some one way, some another.-Do you know
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.
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 contriv'd murder; I lack iniquity Sometimes, to do me service: Nine or ten times I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the
Oth. "Tis better as it is.
Nay, but he prated,
And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
That, with the little godliness I have,
I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir,