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Even now, very now, an old black ram
Bra. What, have you lost your wits?
The worse welcome:
Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir,-
But thou must needs be sure,
Patience, good sir. Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is
Venice : My house is not a grange 8. kod.
Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you.
logo. 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 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 9.
Bra. Thou art a villain.
You are a senator.
rigo. Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech
you, [If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent, (As partly, I find, it is,) that your fuir daughter, At this odd-even and dull watch o’the night, Transported-with no worse nor better giard, 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 allowauce, 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 every where: Straight satisfy yourself:]
If she be in her chamber, or your house,
Strike on the tinder, ho!
[Exit, from above. Iago.
Farewell; for I must leave you: It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, To be produc'd (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, (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, farewell.
[Exit. Enter, below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with
Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is;
And what's to come of my despised time 10,
ther?How didst thou know 'twas she?-0, 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.
of the blood!
Yes, sir; I have, indeed.
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, LAGO, and Attendants.
Nay, but he prated,
Let him do his spite: