Enter 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,
Where didst thou see her?-O, unhappy girl!
With the Moor, say'st thou? - Who would be a

father?

How didst thou know 'twas she? - O, she deceives

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. - Is there not charms,

By which the property of youth and maidhood
May be abus'd? Have you not read, Roderigo,
Of some such thing?

Rod.

Yes, sir; I have, indeed.

Bra. Call up my brother. -O, would you had

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; I may command at most. Get weapons, ho!

And raise some special officers of night.

On, good Roderigo; - I'll deserve your pains.

[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' th' conscience

To do no contriv'd murther: I lack iniquity

Sometimes, to do me service. Nine or ten times

I had thought to have yerk'd him here, under the

ribs.

Othello. '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,
Are you fast married? Be assur'd of this,
That the magnifico is much belov'd;

And hath, in his effect, a voice potential

As double as the Duke's: he will divorce you;
Or put upon you what restraint, or grievance,
The law (with all his might to enforce it on)
Will give him cable.

Let him do his spite :

Oth. My services, which I have done the signiory, Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know, (Which, when I know that boasting is an honour, I shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being From men of royal siege; and my demerits May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune As this that I have reach'd: for know, Iago, But that I love the gentle Desdemona,

I would not my unhoused free condition

Put into circumscription and confine

For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yonder?

Iago. These 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?
Iago. By Janus, I think no.

Enter CASSIO, and certain Officers with torches.

Oth. The servants of the Duke, and my lieu

tenant.

The goodness of the night upon you, friends.

What is the news ?

Cassio.

The Duke does greet you, General; And he requires your haste, post-haste, appear

ance,

Even on the instant.

Oth.

What is the matter, think you?

Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine.

It is a business of some heat the galleys
Have sent a dozen sequent messengers
This very night at one another's heels;
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 above 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?

lago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land

carrack :

If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.

Cas. I do not understand.

Iago.

Cas.

He's married.

To who?

Enter ОTHello.

Iago. Marry, to-Come, Captain, will you go?

Oth.

Cas.

Have with you.

Here comes another troop to seek for you. Iago. It is Brabantio. — General, be advis'd: He comes to bad intent.

Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew

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;
For I'll refer me to all things of sense,

If she in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid so tender, fair, and happy,
So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd
The wealthy curled dearlings, of our nation,
Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou; to fear, not to delight.

Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense,
That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms;
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals,
That waken motion. · - I'll have 't disputed on;
'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant.
Lay hold upon him! if he do resist,
Subdue him at his peril.

Oth.

Hold your hands!

Both you of my inclining, and the rest:

Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it
Without a prompter. Where will you that I go
To answer this your charge?

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 there with satisfi'd,
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the State,
To bring me to him?

Officer.

'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!

Bra.
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;
For if such actions may have passage free,
Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.

[Exeunt.