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.

SCENE II.

The Same. Another Street.

[Exeunt.

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 murder: I lack iniquity

Sometimes, to do me service. Nine or ten times

I had thought to have yerk'd him here, under the ribs. 'Tis better as it is.

Oth.
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, Sir,
Are you fast married? for, be sure of this,
That the magnifico is much beloved;
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

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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.
Iago. These are
You were best go in.

Oth.

But, look! what lights come yonder?
the raised father, and his friends:

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 lieutenant.
The goodness of the night upon you, friends.

What is the news?

Cas.

The duke does greet you, general;

And he requires your haste, post-haste appearance,

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,

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.

[Exit.

Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you.

you go?

Have with you.

lago. It is Brabantio.

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General, be advis'd:

He comes to bad intent.

Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers, with Torches and

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 darlings 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 't is not gross in sense,
That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms;
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals,
That weaken 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

How may the duke be therewith satisfied,
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state,
To bear me to him?

off.

The duke's in council,
I am sure, is sent for.
Bra.

'Tis true, most worthy signior:
and your noble self,

In this time of the night!

How! the duke in council!
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 't were their own;
For if such actions may have passage free,

Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.

SCENE III.

The Same. A Council-Chamber.

[Exeunt.

The DUKE, and Senators, sitting at a Table; Officers attending. Duke. There is no composition in these news,

That gives them credit.

1 Sen.

Indeed, they are disproportion'd:

My letters say, a hundred and seven galleys.
Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty.

2 Sen.

And mine, two hundred:

But though they jump not on a just account,
(As in these cases, where they aim reports,
"T is 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 an Officer, with a Sailor.

Off. A messenger from the galleys.
Duke.

Now, 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?
1 Sen.

By no assay of reason: 't is a pageant,

This cannot be,

To keep us in false gaze. When we consider
The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk;
And let ourselves again but understand,
That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
So may he with more facile question bear it,
For that it stands not in such warlike brace,

But altogether lacks th' abilities

That Rhodes is dress'd in: if we make thought of this,

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We must not think the Turk is so unskilful,

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.
Off. Here is more news.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,