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Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election :
And I,-of whom his eyes had seen the proof
At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other grounds
Christen'd and heathen,-must be be-lee'd and calm'd
By debitor and creditor: this counter-caster,
He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
And I,—bless the mark ! his Moor-ship’s ancient.

Rod. By Heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.

Iago. Why, there's no remedy, 't is the curse of service; Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself, Whether I in any just term am affin'd To love the Moor. Rod.

I would not follow him then.
Iago. O sir, content you ;
I follow him to serve my turn upon him :
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
For nought but provender ; and when he's old, cashier'd ;
Whip me such honest knaves : Others there are
Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves ;
And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
Do well thrive by them, and, when they have lin'd their

Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul;
And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir,
It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor I would not be Iago.
In following him I follow but myself ;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end;
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In complement extern, 't is not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve


For daws to peck at : I am not what I am.

Rod. What a full fortune does the Thicklips owe,
If he can carry 't thus !

Call up her father,
Rouse him : make after him, poison his delight,
Proclaim him in the streets ; incense her kinsmen,
And though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Plague him with flies : though that his joy be joy,
Yet throw such chances of vexation on't,
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, hoa ! Brabantio ! signior Brabantio, hoa !

Lago. Awake; what, hoa ! Brabantio ! thieves ! thieves !
Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags !
Thieves ! thieves !

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 ?

Why? wherefore ask you this?
Lago. Sir, you are robb’d; for shame put on your gown;
Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul ;
Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise ;
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you :
Arise, I say.
BRA. What, have


wits ?
Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice ?
BRA. Not I; what are you ?
Rod. My name is Roderigo.

The worser welcome :
I have charg'd thee not to haunt about my doors :
In honest plainness thou hast heard me say
My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness,

(Being full of supper and distempering draughts)
Upon malicious knavery, dost thou come
To start my quiet.

ROD. Sir, sir, sir,-

But thou must needs be sure,
My spirit and my place have in their power
To make this bitter to thee.

Patience, good sir.
BRA. What tell’st thou me of robbing? this is Venice;
My house is not a grange.

Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you.

Iago. 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 ?

Iago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are 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 anything. But I beseech you,
If 't be your pleasure and most wise consent,
(As partly I find it is,) that your fair daughter,
At this odd-even and dull watch o' the night,
Transported with no worse nor better guard,
But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor:
If this be known to you,

We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs ;
But if you know not this, my manners tell me
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe
That, from the sense of all civility,
I thus would play and trifle with your reverence :
Your daughter,—if you have not given her leave, -
I say again, hath made a gross revolt;
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,

and your


In an extravagant and wheeling stranger,
Of here and every where : Straight satisfy yourself:
If she be in her chamber, or your house,
Let loose on me the justice of the state
For thus deluding you.

Strike on the tinder, hoa !
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 from above. Iago.

Farewell ; for I must leave you : It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shall) Against the Moor: For, I do know, the state (However this may gall him with some check) Cannot with safety cast him. For he's embark'd With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars, (Which even now stand in act,) that, for their souls, Another of his fathom they have none To lead their business : in which regard, Though I do hate him as I do hell pains, Yet, for necessity of present life, 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.


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 nought but bitterness. Now, Roderigo,
Where didst thou see her ?—0, unhappy girl !-
With the Moor, say'st thou ?—Who would be a father ?
How didst thou know ’t was she ?-0, 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 1-0 treason of the

blood !
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds

By what you see them act.-Are there not charms
By which the property of youth and maidhood
May be abus'd ? Have you not read, Roderigo,
Of some such thing?

Yes, sir ; I have indeed.
BRA. Call up my brother.-0, 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; I

may command at most ;-Get weapons, hoa ! And raise some special officers of night.On, good Roderigo. I will deserve your pains.


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 murther: I lack iniquity,
Sometime 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

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 and grievance
The law (with all his might to enforce it on)
Will give him cable.

Let him do his spite :
My services, which I have done the signiory,
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'T is yet to know,
(Which when I know that boasting is an honour

shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being

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