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Rouse' him: make after him, poison his delight,
Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud.
yell, As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities.
Rod. What ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho! Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! thieves !
thieves ! thieves ! Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! Thieves ! thieves !
BRABANTIO, above, at a Window.
Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons? What is the matter there?
Rod. Signior, is all your family within ?
this? Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are robb'd; for shame, put
on your gown;
Bra. What, have you lost your wits?
The worse welcome :
But thou must needs be sure,
Patience, good sir.
Most grave Brabantio,
lago. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, 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
Bra. What profane wretch art thou ?
4 A lone farm house.
daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
Bra. Thou art a villain.
You are-a senator.
Strike on the tinder, ho!
6 Midnight. 7 A waterman.
Approbation. 9 Wandering.
Belief of it oppresses me already :
[Exit from above.
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 not, 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 rais'd search; And there will I be with him. So, farewell. [Exit.
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 'twas she? O, thou deceiv'st
Past thought!-What said she to you?--Get more
Raise all my kindred.--Are they married think you?
Rod. Truly, I think, they are.
of the blood!
Yes, sir; I have indeed. Bra. Call up my brother.O, that 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, ho! And raise some special officers of night.On, good Roderigo ;--- I'll deserve your pains.
The same. Another Street.
Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants. 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.
Oth. 'Tis better as it is.