Oth. What is the matter, think you? Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine: It is a business of some heat: the galleys And many of the consuls, rais'd and met, Are at the duke's already: you have been hotly call'd for; When, being not at your lodging to be found, The senate hath sent about three several quests To search you out. Oth. I will but spend a word here in the house, And go with you. Cas. 'Tis well I am found by you. [Exit. 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. Iago. Marry, to—Come, captain, will you go? Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. He comes to bad intent. Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers with torches and weapons. 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 stow'd my daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her; Oth. Hold your hands, Both you of my inclining, and the rest: Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it Bra. Of law, and course of direct session, Call thee to answer. Oth. To prison; till fit time What if I do obey? How may the duke be therewith satisfied, 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. Bra. How! the duke in council! In this time of the night!-Bring him away: Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own; [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. A council-chamber. 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; And mine, two hundred: My letters say a hundred and seven galleys. Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment: But the main article I do approve Sailor [within]. What, ho! what, ho! what, ho! Duke. Enter a Sailor. 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, To keep us in false gaze. When we consider And let ourselves again but understand, That as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes, But altogether lacks the abilities That Rhodes is dress'd in :-if we make thought of this, To leave that latest which concerns him first, Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain, To wake and wage a danger profitless. 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? First Sen. He's now in Florence. Duke. Write from us to him; post-post-haste dispatch. Enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Officers. I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior; [To Brabantio. We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night. Bra. So did I yours. Good your grace, pardon me; Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the general care Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature Duke. Why, what's the matter? Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter! Duke and Sen. Bra. Dead? Ay, to me; She is abus'd, stol'n from me, and corrupted By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks; Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense, Sans witchcraft could not.. Duke. Whoe'er he be that, in this foul proceeding, Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herself, 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 Bra. Humbly I thank your grace. Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it seems, Your special mandate, for the state-affairs, Hath hither brought. Duke and Sen. We are very sorry for 't. Duke. What, in your own part, can you say to this? Bra. Nothing, but this is so. [To Othello. Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, |