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As this that I have reach’d: For know, Iago,
Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers with
torches. Iago. These are the raised father, and his friends: You were best go in. Oth.
Not I: I must be found;
Iago. By Janus, I think no.
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.
'Tis well I am found by you.
Ancient, what makes he here? Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land
Cas. I do not understand.
Re-enter Othelio. 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.
Hola! stand there!
Down with him, thief!
[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
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her:
your hands, Both you of my inclining, and the rest: Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it Without a prompter.—Where will you that I go To answer this your charge? Bra.
To prison; till fit time Of law, and course of direct session, Call thee to answer. Oth.
What if I do obey? How may the duke be therewith satisfied; Whose messengers are here about my side, Upon some present business of the state, To bring me to him?
'Tis true, most worthy signior, The duke's in council; and your
noble self, I am sure, is sent for. Bra.
How! the duke in council! In this time of the night!—Bring him away: Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself, Or any of my
brothers of the state, Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own: For if such actions may have passage free, Bond-slaves, and pagans, shall our statesmen be.
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, But the main article I do approve In fearful sense.
Sailor. [Within.] What ho! what ho! what ho!
Enter an Officer with a Sailor. Off. A messenger from the gallies. Duke.
Now? the business? Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; So was I bid report here to the state, By signior Angelo.
Duke. How say you by this change? 1 Sen.
This cannot be, By no assay of reason; ʼtis a pageant, To keep us in false gaze: When we consider The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk; And let ourselves again but understand, That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes, So may he with more facile question bear it, For that it stands not in such warlike brace, But altogether lacks the abilities That Rhodes is dress’d in:-if we make thought of
Enter a Messenger. Mes. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes, Have there injointed them with an after fleet.