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What is the matter, think you?
Are at the duke's already: you have been hotly call'd for;
The senate hath sent about three several quests
To search you out.
Ancient, what makes he here?
Iago. Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack: If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.
Cas. I do not understand.
Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go?
Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you.
Have with you.
Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers with torches and weapons.
Holla! stand there!
Down with him, thief!
Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you.
Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust
Good signior, you shall more command with years
Than with your weapons.
Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter?
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;
Bra. To prison; till fit time Of law, and course of direct session, Call thee to answer. Oth. What if I do obey? How may the duke be therewith satisfied, Whose messengers are here about my side, Upon some present business of the state To bring me to him?
First Off. 'Tis true, most worthy signior; The duke's in council, and your noble self, I am sure, is sent for.
How the duke in council! In this time of the night!—Bring him away: Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself, Or any of my brothers of the state,
Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own;
SCENE III. The same.
The Duke and Senators sitting at a table; Officers attending. Duke. There is no composition in these news
That gives them credit.
First Sen.. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; My letters say a hundred and seven galleys. Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty. Sec. Sen. And mine, two hundred: But though they jump not on a just account,As in these cases, where the aim reports, 'Tis oft with difference,-yet do they all confirm A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.
Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment: I do not so secure me in the error,
But the main article I do approve
In fearful sense.
Sailor [within]. What, ho! what, ho! what, ho!
Enter a Sailor.
Duke. Now, what's the business? Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; So was I bid report here to the state
By Signior Angelo.
Duke. How say you by this change?
By no assay of reason: 'tis a pageant,
This cannot be,
But altogether lacks the abilities
That Rhodes is dress'd in :-if we make thought of this,
Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes.
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.
First Sen. Ay, so I thought.-How many, as you guess? Mess. Of thirty sail: and now they do re-stem Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance Their purposes toward Cyprus.-Signior Montano, Your trusty and most valiant servitor, With his free duty recommends you thus, And prays you to believe (5) him.
Duke. 'Tis certain, then, for Cyprus.
Marcus Luccicos, is not he in town?
Duke. Write from us to him; post-post-haste dispatch.
Enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Officers. Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you Against the general enemy Ottoman.
I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior; [To Brabantio.
Bra. So did I yours. Good your grace, pardon me;
Why, what's the matter?
Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter!
Duke and Sen.
She is abus'd, stol'n from me, and corrupted
Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,
Ay, to me;
Duke. Whoe'er he be that, in this foul proceeding,
After your own sense; yea, though our proper son
Stood in your action.
Duke and Sen. We are very sorry for 't.
Bra. Nothing, but this is so.
Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,
And little of this great world can I speak,
More than pertains to feats of broil and battle;
In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver