Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? This is Venice: My house is not a grange. Rod. Most grave Brabantio, 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? 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. Red. Sir, I will answer anything. But I beseech you, If't be your pleasure and most wise consent That, from the sense of all civility, I leave, say again, hath made a gross revolt; Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes, In an extravagant and wheeling stranger, Of here and everywhere. Straight satisfy your self: If she be in her chamber or your house, Let loose on me the justice of the state For thus deluding you. Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho! Give me a taper :-call up all my people.- Belief of it oppresses me already.— Cannot with safety cast him: for he 's embarked I must shew out a flag and sign of love, Lead to the Sagittary the raised search; Enter, below, BRABANTIO, and Servants, with torches. Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is; And what's to come of my despised time Is nought but bitterness.-Now, Roderigo, Where didst thou se her?-O, unhappy girl!— With the Moor, say'st thou?-Who would be a father? How didst thou know 't was she?-O, thou deceivest 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 charins Yes, sir; I have indeed. Bra. Call up my brother.-O, that you had My services, which I have done the signiory, Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers with torches. Iago. These are the raiséd father and his friends: You were best go in. Oth. Not I: I must be found: My parts, my title, and my perfect soul, Oth. The servants of the Duke; and my lieutenant. 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. 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, What is the matter, think you? 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 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: Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes. Offi. Here is more news. Enter a Messenger. Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Steering with due course toward the Isle of Rhodes, Have there injointed them with an after fleet. 1st Sen. Ay, so I thought :-how many, as you guess? Mess. Of thirty sail: and now do they re-stem Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance Their purposes toward Cyprus.-Signior Montano, Duke. 'Tis certain, then, for Cyprus.- Duke. Write from us: wish him post-posthaste: despatch. 1st Sen. Here comes Brabantio and the valiant That Rhodes is dressed in: if we make thought of this, Hath thus beguiled your daughter of herself, 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. And you of her, the bloody book of law You shall yourself read in the bitter letter, After your own sense: yea, though our proper son Stood in your action. Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, And little blessed with the set phrase of peace; Their dearest action in the tented field; I will a round unvarnished tale deliver Of my whole course of love: what drugs, what That will confess perfection so could err Duke. To vouch this is no proof, Oth. Oth. Her father loved me; oft invited me; I ran it through, even from my boyish days, Of hair-breadth scapes i' the imminent deadly breach; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, It was my hint to speak; such was the process: Do Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; That my youth suffered. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore,-In faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange; T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful: She wished she had not heard it; yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man: she I do perceive here a divided duty. To you I am bound for life and education: And so much duty as my mother shewed 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 When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a bootless grief. Bra. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile : We lose it not so long as we can smile. He bears the sentence well that nothing bears But the free comfort which from thence he hears: ན་ |