« PreviousContinue »
SCENE I. -Venice, A Street. Enter RODERIGO and lago.
lago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me :--
Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy hate.
is to salute by taking of the cap. It is still ani academic phrase. (2) Circumstance here signifies circumlocution. REED.
Venice was originally governed by consuls: and consuls seems to have been commonly used for counsellors, as afterwards in this play. By toged perhaps is meant peaceable, in opposition to the warlike qualifications of which he had been speaking. MALONE.
Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election :
Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his hang
lago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service ;
Rod. I would not follow him then.
lago. O, sir, content you ;
Do themselves homage : these fellows have some soul ;
heart (5) It was anciently the practice to reckon up sums with corinters. So in The Winter's Tale, “ Fifteen hundred shorn---What comes the wool to ?.I cannot do't without counters." MALONE.
 By recommendation from powerful friends. JOHNSON to The meaning is, Do I stand within any such terms of propinquity or relation to the Mror, as that it is my duty to love him? JOHNSON.
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe,
lago. Call up her father,
Rod. Here is her father's house ; I'll call aloud.
lago. 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 !
BRABANTIO above, at a window.
Rod. Signior, is all your family within ?
this ? lago. Zounds, sir, you are robb’d; for shame, put on
your gown ;
white ewe. Arise, arise ;
Bra. What, have you lost your wits ?
voice? Bra. Not I; What are you? Rod. My name is Roderigo.
Bra. The worse welcome :
doors. In honest plainness thou hast heard me say, My daughter is not for thee ; and now, in madness,  In that which I do only for an outward show of civility... JOHNSON.
Being full of supper, and distempering draughts,
Rod. Sir, sir, sir,
Bra. But thou must needs be sure,
Rod. Patience, good sir.
Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice ; My house is not a grange.
Rod. Most grave Brabantio,
lago. '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 ?
lago. 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. lago. You are-a senator. Bra. This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Roderigo.
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 fair daughter, Àt this odd-even' and dull watch o’the night, Transported—with no worse nor better guard, But with a knave of common bire, a gondolier,To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,If this be known to you, and your allowance, 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;
 In Lincolnshire, and in other northern counties, they call every lone house, or farm which stands solitary a grange. So in Measure for Measure," -- at the moated grange resides this dejected Mariana."
[i] Nephew, in this instance has the power of the Latin word nepos, and sigpifies a grandson, or any lineal descendant. The alliteration in this passage caused Shakespeare to have recourse to it. A jennet is a Spanish horse.
 This odd-even is the interval between twelve at night, and one in the morning. HENLEY
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,
Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho!
[Exit, from above.
Enter, below, BRABANTIO and Servants with torches.
Rod. Truly, I think, they are.
 Despised time, is, time of no value: time in which
“ There's nothing serious in mortality,