you, Bra. What profane wretch art thou? Iago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs. Bra. Thou art a villain. Bra. This thou shalt answer; I know thee, 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: Your daughter,-if you have not given her leave, I say again, hath made a gross revolt; Of here and every where: Straight satisfy yourself: If she be in her chamber, or your house, Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho! : you: Give me a taper ;-call up all my people :- Another of his fathom they have not, I must show out a flag and sign of love, Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search; [Exit. Enter, below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with torches. Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is ; 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 By what you see them act.-Are there not charms, By which the property of youth and maidhood May be abus'd? Have you not read, Roderigo, Of some such thing? Rod. Yes, sir; I have indeed. Bra. Call up my brother.-O, that you had had her! Oth. 'Tis better as it is. Iago. 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, Oth. Let him do his spite: My services, which I have done the signiory, Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know, (Which, when I know that boasting is an honour, I shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being From men of royal siege; and my demerits May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune As this that I have reach'd: For know, lago, The goodness of the night upon you, friends! What is the news? Cas. The duke does greet you, general; And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, Even on the instant. Oth. What is the matter, think you? Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine; It is a business of some heat: the gallies Have sent a dozen sequent messengers This very night at one another's heels; And many of the consuls, rais'd, and met, Are at the duke's already: You have been hotly call'd for; When, being not at your lodging to be found, The senate hath sent about three several quests, To search you out. Oth. 'Tis well I am found by you. I will but spend a word here in the house, Cas. Ancient, what makes he here? [Exit. Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack: If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever. Iago. He's married. Cas. To who? Re-enter OTHELLO. Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go? Oth. Have with you. Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers of night, with torches and weapons. Iago. It is Brabantio:-General, be advised: He comes to bad intent. Oth. Holla! stand there! [They draw on both sides. Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them. Good signior, you shall more command with years, Than with your weapons. Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd iny daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her: That waken'd motion:-I'll have it disputed on; Oth. Hold your hands, Both you of my inclining, and the rest: Bra. To prison: till fit time Oth. What if I do obey? How may the duke be therewith satisfied, Off. "Tis true, most worthy signior, Bra. How! the duke in council ! In this time of the night !-Bring him away: SCENE III.-The same. A council-chamber. The Duke and Senators, sitting at a table; Officers attending. Duke. There is no composition in these news, That gives them credit. 1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies. Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty. 2 Sen. And mine, two hundred : But though they jump not on a just account, (As in these cases, where the aim reports, 'Tis oft with difference,) yet do they all confirm A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus. Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment; I do not so secure me in the error, 6 But the main article I do approve In fearful sense. Bra. So did I yours: good your grace, pardon me; Sailor. Within.] What ho! what ho! what Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, ho Enter an Officer, with a Sailor. Off: A messenger from the gallies. Duke. Now? the business? Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the general care Take hold on me; for my particular grief Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for And it is still itself. By signior Angelo. Duke. How say you by this change? By no assay of reason; 'tis a pageant, To keep us in false gaze: When we consider That Rhodes is dress'd in:-if we make thought We must not think, the Turk is so unskilful, =To leave that latest, which concerns him first; Neglecting an attempt of ease, and gain, To wake, and wage, a danger profitless. Duke. Why, what's the matter? Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter! Sen. Dead? Bra. Ay, to me; She is abus'd, stolen from me, and corrupted Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense, Duke. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul proceeding, Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herself, Bra. Humbly I thank your grace. Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it seems, Your special mandate, for the state affairs, Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Hath hither brought. Rhodes. Your trusty and most valiant servitor, Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus.- 1 Sen. He's now in Florence. Duke. Write from us; wish him post-posthaste: despatch. 1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant Moor. Enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Officers. Duke & Sen. We are very sorry for it. Bra. Nothing, but this is so. And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace; I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver What conjuration, and what mighty magic, (For such proceeding I am charg'd withal,) I won his daughter with. Bra. A maiden never bold; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight em- Blush'd at herself; and she,-in spite of nature, ploy you Against the general enemy Ottoman. I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior; Of years, of country, credit, every thing,- To find out practices of cunning hell, Duke. To vouch this, is no proof; Oth. I do beseech you, Send for the lady to the Sagittary, And let her speak of me before her father: Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither. Oth. Ancient, conduct them; you best know the place.-[Exeunt Iugo and Attendants. And, till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine. Duke. Say it, Othello. Oth. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; I ran it through, even from my boyish days, Of being taken by the insolent foe, It was my hint to speak, such was the process; Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore,-In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; "Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd, she had not heard it; yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me; And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd; Enter DESDEMONA, IAGO, and Attendants. Duke. I think, this tale would win my daughGood Brabantio, ter too. Take up this mangled matter at the best: Bra. I pray you, hear her speak: Do you perceive, in all this noble company, Des. My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty: And so much duty as my mother show'd Bra. God be with you !—I have done :— I here do give thee that with all my heart, sentence, Which, as a grise, or step, may help these lovers Into your favour. When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone, The robb'd, that smiles, steals something from the thief; He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief. But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, ear. I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of state. Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes for Cyprus:-Othello, the fortitude of the place is best known to you: And though we have there a substitute of most allowed sufficiency, yet opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects, throws a more safer voice on you: you must therefore be content to slubber the gloss of your new fortunes with this more stubborn and boisterous expedition. Oth. The tyrant custom, most grave senators, I find in hardness; and do undertake Duke. If you please, Bra. I'll not have it so. Des. Nor I; I would not there reside, Duke. What would you, Desdemona ? | Have a free way. My downright violence and storm of fortunes Vouch with me, heaven; I therefore beg it not, think I will your serious and great business scant, Duke. Be it as you shall privately determine, Either for her stay, or going: the affair crieshaste, And speed must answer it; you must hence tonight. Des. To-night, my lord? Oth. With all my heart. Duke. At nine i'the morning here we'll meet again. Othello, leave some officer behind, And he shall our commission bring to you; With such things else of quality and respect, As doth import you. Oth. Please your grace, my ancient; A man he is of honesty, and trust; To his conveyance I assign my wife, With what else needful your good grace shall think To be sent after me. Duke. Let it be so. Good night to every one.-And, noble signior, [To Brabantio. If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. 1 Sen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well. Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to see; She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee. [Exeunt Duke, Senators, Officers, &c. Rod. Iago. Rod. I will incontinently drown myself. Iago. Well, if thou dost, I shall never love thee after it. Why, thou silly gentleman! Rod. It is silliness to live, when to live is a |