Do well thrive by them, and, when they have lin'd their coats, Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: Iago. Call up her father, 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! lago. 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? Red. 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; Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise; Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you: 'Bra. What, have you lost your wits? Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice? Rod. Bra. The worse welcome: My name is Roderigo. I have charg'd thee not to haunt about my doors. 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 Rod. Patience, good sir. Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Ven ice; 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 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, Rode rigo. 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, Let loose on me the justice of the state 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! [Exit, from above. Iago. Farewell; for I must leave you ; To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shall,) (Which even now stand in act,) that, for their souls, Another of his fathom they have not, To lead their business: In which regard, 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 torches. Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is ; And what's to come of my despised time, pers; 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 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? 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. Another Street. Enter Othello, lago, 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 jack 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, 1 did fuli hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir, Oth. |