Some one way,

fome another-Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor? Rod. I think, I can discover him, if you please To get good guard, and go along with me.

Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every houfe I'll call, may command at moft; get weapons, hoa! And raise some special officers of might:

I

On, good Rodorigo, I'll deferve your pains. [Exeunt.

Changes to another STREET, before the Sagittary. Enter Othello, Iago, and attendants with Torches.

HO' in the trade of war I have flain

Iago. TH

men,

Yet do I hold it very ftuff o'th' confcience

To do no contrived murder: I lack iniquity
Sometimes to do me fervice.-Nine or ten times
I thought to've yerk'd him here under the ribs.
Oth. It's better as it is.

Iago. Nay, but he prated,

And spoke fuch fcurvy and provoking terms
Against your honour;

That, with the little godlinefs I have,

I did full hard forbear him. But I pray, Sir,
Are you faft married? for, be fure of this,
That the Magnifico is much belov'd,

And hath in his effect a voice potential
As double as the Duke's: he will divorce you,
Or put upon you what reftraint or grievance
The law (with all his might t'enforce it on).
Will give him capable.

Oth. Let him do his fpight:

My fervices, which I have done the Signory,

Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know, (Which, when I know that Boafting is an honour, I fhall promulgate) I fetch my Life and Being

Q3

From

From men of royal fiege; and my demerits
May speak, unbonnetting, to as proud a fortune
As this that I have reach'd. For know, Iago,
But that I love the gentle Defdemona,

I would not my unhoused free condition
Put into circumfcription and confine,

For the fea's worth. But look! what lights come yonder?

SCENE V.

Enter Caffio with torches.

Iago.HOSE are the raised father, and his friends: You were beft go in.

Oth. Not I: I must be found.

My parts, my title and my perfect foul
Shall manifeft me rightly. Is it they?
Iago. By Janus, I think, no.

Oth. The fervants of the Duke, and my lieutenant:
The goodness of the night upon you, friends!
What is the news?

Caf. The Duke does greet you, general;

And he requires your hafte, poft-haste, appearance, Ev'n on the inftant.

Oth. What is the matter, think you?

Caf. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine; It is a bufinefs of fome heat. The Gallies

Have fent a dozen fequent messengers

This very night, at one another's heels:

And many of the Confuls 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 fent above three feveral quefts,

To fearch you out.

Oth. 'Tis well I am found by you:

I will but spend a word here in the house,
And go with you..

[Exil Othello.

Caf.

Caf. Ancient, what makes he here?

Iago. Faith,he to-night hath boarded a land-carrack; If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.

Caf. I do not understand.

Iago. He's married.

Caf. To whom?

Iago. Marry to-Come, Captain, will you go?

Enter Othello.

Oth. Have with you.

Caf. Here comes another troop to seek for you.

Enter Brabantio, Rodorigo, with officers and torches,
He comes to bad intent.
T is Brabantio: General, be advis'd;

Iago.

Oth. Holla! ftand there.
Rod. Signior, it is the Moor.

Bra. Down with him, thief! [They draw on both fides.
Iago. You, Rodorigo! come, Sir, I am for you-
Oth. Keep up your bright fwords, for the dew will
ruft 'em.

Good Signior, you shall more command with years, Than with your weapons.

Bra. O thou foul thief! where haft thou ftow'd my daughter?

Damn'd as thou art, thou haft enchanted her ;
For I'll refer me to all things of fenfe,

If the in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid, fo tender, fair, and happy,
So oppofite to marriage, that the fhun'd

The wealthy culled darlings of our nation,
Would ever have, t'incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the footy bofom
Of fuch a thing as thou, to fear, not to delight?
The wealthy curled darlings of this nation.] We should read culled,
i. e. felected, chofen. Shakespear uses this Word very frequently.

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Judge

Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense,
That thou haft practis'd on her with foul charms,
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs or minerals,
That weaken Notion.I'll have't difputed on ;
'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.

I therefore apprehend and do attach thee
For an abufer of the world, a practifer
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant;
Lay hold upon him; If he do refist,
Subdue him at his peril.

Oth. Hold your hands,

Both you of my inclining, and the reft.
Were it my cue to fight, I fhould have known it
Without a prompter. Where will you I go
To answer this your charge?

Bra: To prifon, 'till fit time

Of law, and courfe of direct Seffion
Call thee to answer.

Oth. What if I do obey?

How may the Duke be therewith fatisfied;
Whofe meffengers are here about my fide,
Upon fome prefent business of the State
To bring me to him?

Offi. True, moft worthy fignior,

The Duke's in Council; and your noble self,
I'm fure, is fent for.

Bra. How! the Duke in Council?

In this time of the night? bring him away;
Mine's not an idle caufe. The Duke himself,
Or any of my Brothers of the State,

Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own;
For if fuch actions may have paffage free,
Bond-flayes, and Pagans, fhall our Statesmen be.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

Duke and Senators, fet at a table with lights, and attendants.
Duke. HERE is no compofition in these news,

T That
That gives them credit.

1 Sen. Indeed they are difproportion'd My letters fay, a hundred and feven Gallies. Duke. And mine a hundred and forty.

2 Sen. And mine, two hundred

But though they jump not on a juft account, (As in thefe cafes, where the aim reports, 'Tis oft with diff'rence ;) yet do they all confirm A Turkish Fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.

Duke. Nay, it is poffible enough to judgment; I do not fo fecure me in the error,

But the main article I do approve.

In fearful fenfe.

[Sailors within.] What hoa! what hoa! what hoa! Enter Sailors.

Offi. A meffenger from the Gallies. Duke. Now!-what's the business? Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes, So was I bid report here to the State. Duke. How fay you by this change?

1. Sen. This cannot be,

By no affay of reason.

'Tis a pageant,

To keep us in falfe gaze; when we confider
Th'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 queftion bear it;
For that it ftands not in fuch warlike brace,
But altogether lacks th' abilities

That Rhodes is drefs'd in. If we make thought of this,