In following him, I follow but myself; For when my outward action doth demonstrate Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe, Call up her father, Iago. Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, 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! thieves! 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? Bra. Why, wherefore ask you this? Iago. Zounds, sir, you're robb'd; for shame, put on your gown; Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; 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. The worser welcome: Bra. My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, To start my quiet. Rod. Sir, sir, sir, Bra. But thou must needs be sure My spirit and my place have in them power To make this bitter to thee. Rod. Patience, good sir. 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, 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. Iago. 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, As partly I find it is, that your fair daughter, 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: Let loose on me the justice of the state Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho! Give me a taper!-call up all my people!— This accident is not unlike my dream: Belief of it oppresses me already. Light, I say! light! [Exit above. Iago. 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; And there will I be with him. So, farewell. [Exit. 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 naught but bitterness.-Now, Roderigo, With the Moor, say'st thou ?-Who would be a father!— Rod. Truly, I think they are. Bra. O heaven!- How got she out!-O treason of the Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds Rod. 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 To get good guard, and go along with me. Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call; [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. Another street. Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants with torches. Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience To do no contriv'd murder: I lack iniquity Sometimes to do me service: nine or ten times I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs. Oth. 'Tis better as it is. Iago. Nay, but he prated, And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms Against your honour, 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 Oth. Let him do his spite: My services, which I have done the signiory, Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,- 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. Oth. Not I; I must be found: My parts, my title, and my perfect soul, Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they? 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? Cas. The duke does greet you, general; And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, |