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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.
Enter Roderigo and Iugo. 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:-
Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in
Iago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones
of the city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, Oft capp'd to him;-and, by the faith of man,
I know my price, I am worth no worse a place;
cient. Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his
hangman. Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of
service: 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
I would not follow him then.
cashier'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
Do themselves homage: these fellows have some
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips
owe, If he can carry't thus! Iago.
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
, 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 sum
Rod. Signior, is all your family within?
this? Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are robb’d; for shame,
put on your gown; Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;