In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, Oft capped to him: and, by the faith of man, As masterly as he. Mere prattle, without practice, calmed Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman. Iago. But there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service: Preferment goes by letter and affection, Not by the old gradation, where each second Rod. I would not follow him, then. I follow him to serve my turn upon him: cashiered: Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lipsowe, If he can carry 't thus! Iago. Call up her father; Rouse him. Make after him, poison his delight, Rod. Here is her father's house: I'll call 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! Iago. Awake!_what, ho, Brabantio!-thieves, thieves, thieves! Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! Thieves, thieves! BRABANTIO, above. Bra. What is the reason of this terrible sum mons? What is the matter there? Rod. Signior, is all your family within? lago. Are your doors locked? Bra. Why? wherefore ask you this? Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are robbed :-for shame, put on your gown:- Bra. What, have you lost your wits? voice? 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. Cannot with safety cast him for he's embarked With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars To lead their business. In which regard, I must shew out a flag and sign of love, surely find him, Lead to the Sagittary the raiséd search; Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is; father? Bra. This thou shalt answer: I know thee, Roderigo. How didst thou know 't was she?-O, thou deceivest me Rod. Sir, I will answer anything. But I beseech you, Past thought!- What said she to you? - Get more tapers; Raise all my kindred.-Are they married, think you? If't be your pleasure and most wise consent (As partly I find it is) that your fair daughter, At this odd-even and dull watch o' the night, Transported, with no worse nor better guard But with a knave of common hire, 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; Of here and everywhere. Straight satisfy your 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 abused? 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! Some one way, some another.-Do you know SCENE II. The same. Another Street. Enter OTHELLO, Iago, 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 contrived murder: I lack iniquity Let him do his spite: My services, which I have done the signiory, For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yonder? Enter CASSIO, at a distance, and certain Officers with torches. Iago. These are the raised father and his friends: The goodness of the night upon you, friends: 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, raised and met, Are at the Duke's already. You have been hotly called for; When, being not at your lodging to be found, The senate hath sent about three several quests, To search you out. [They draw on both sides. Rod. Signior, it is the Moor. Bra. 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 stowed my daughter? Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted her: For I'll refer me to all things of sense (If she in chains of magic were not bound), Whether a maid so tender, fair, and happy, So opposite to marriage that she shunned The wealthy curléd darlings of our nation, Would ever have, to incur a general mock, Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom Of such a thing as thou; to fear, not to delight. Judge me the world, if 't is not gross in sense That thou hast practised on her with foul charms; Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals That waken motion. I'll have it disputed on: 'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking. I therefore apprehend and do attach thee For an abuser of the world; a practiser Of arts inhibited and out of warrant.Lay hold upon him: if he do resist, Subdue him at his peril. Oth. Hold 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. |