Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;
And there will I be with him. So, farewell.

[Exit Iago L

[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 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 't was she? - O, she deceives me

Past thought!- What said she to you?

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. - Are there not charms
By which the property of youth and maidhood
May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,
Of some such thing?

Yes, sir, I have indeed.

Rod.

Bra.

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 them, 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.

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

[Exeunt.

Scene Second.

VENICE. THE SAGITTARY.
GROOVES.]

[SECOND

[Enter Othello and Iago.

Iago.

Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience
To do no contrived murder: I lack iniquity
Sometimes to do me service: nine or ten times
I had thought to have yerked him here under the ribs.

Oth.

'T is 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? 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 and 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. 'T is 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 reached: for know, Iago,
But that I love the gentle Desdemona,

I would not my unhousèd free condition

Put into circumscription and confine

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

Iago.

Those are the raised father and his friends:

You were best go in.

Not I; I must be found :

Oth.

My parts, my title, and my perfect soul,

Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?

Iago.

By Janus, I think no.

[Enter Cassio, and 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:

You have been hotly called for;

When, being not at your lodging to be found,
The senate hath sent about three several quests

To search you out.

Oth.

'T is well I am found by you.

I will but spend a word here in the house,

And go with you.

Cas.

Ancient, what makes he here?

Iago.

Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carrack :
If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.

[Exit R.

Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go?

Oth.

Have with you.

Cas.

Here comes another troop to seek for you.

Iago.

It is Brabantio: - general, be advised;
He comes to bad intent.

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 stowed my daughter ?
Damned 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 shunned
The wealthy curlèd 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.
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.

Hold your hands,

Oth.

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?

How may the duke be therewith satisfied,
Whose messengers are here about my side,