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,

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.

Bra.

Strike on the tinder, ho!

Give me a taper !
This accident is not unlike my dream;

call up all my people!

[Exit from above.

Belief of it oppresses me already.
Light, I say! light!

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 stands in act) that, for their souls, Another of his fadom 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 shew 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 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 ? say'st thou ? - Who would be a father?

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

me

Past thought.

tapers!

What said she to you?

Get more

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?

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 beľov'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.

Oth.
Let him do his spite:
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 OTHELLO.

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

Oth.

Have with you.

Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you.

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;

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.