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In following him, I follow but myself;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
If he can carry 't thus!
Call up her father,
As it may lose some colour.
Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. 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!
Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags!
BRABANTIO appears above, at a window.
Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons? What is the matter there?
Rod. Signior, is all your family within?
Iago. Are your doors lock'd?
Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;
To start my quiet.
Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you:
Arise, I say.
Bra. What, have you lost your wits?
Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice?
Rod. My name is Roderigo.
My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness,
Rod. Sir, sir, sir,-
But thou must needs be sure
Patience, good sir.
Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice; My house is not a grange.
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, and 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.
You are a senator.
Bra. This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Roderigo.
Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But, I beseech you,
If 't be your pleasure and most wise consent,
But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
I thus would play and trifle with your reverence:
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,
In an extravagant and wheeling stranger
Of here and every where. Straight satisfy yourself:
Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state,—
Which even now stand in act, that, for their souls,
I must show out a flag and sign of love,
Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,
Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;
Enter, below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with torches.
Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is;
Is naught but bitterness.-Now, Roderigo,
With the Moor, say'st thou ?-Who would be a father!-
Bra. O heaven!- How got she out!-O treason of the
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds
Yes, sir, I have indeed."
Bra. Call up my brother.-O, would you had had her!— Some one way, some another.-Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?
Rod. I think I can discover him, if you please
Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call;
SCENE II. The same. Another street.
Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants with torches.
Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.
Oth. 'Tis better as it is.
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 you, sir,
And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
As double as the duke's: he will divorce you;
I would not my unhousèd free condition
Put into circumscription and confine
For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yond? Iago. Those are the raised father and his friends:
You were best go in.
Not I; I must be found:
Enter CASSIO, and certain Officers with torches.
Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant.— The goodness of the night upon you, friends!
What is the news?
The duke does greet you, general; And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, Even on the instant.