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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 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.

And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance,
Even on the instant.

Oth.

The duke does greet you, general;

What is the matter, think you?

I

Cas. Something from Cyprus, as
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 about three several quests

To search you out.

Oth.

"Tis well I am found by you.

I will but spend a word here in the house,

And go with you.

Cas.

[Exit.

Ancient, what makes he here?
Iago. Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack ;6

If it prove lawful prize he's made for ever.

Cas. I do not understand.

Iago.

Cas.

He's married.

To whom?

Re-enter ОTHELLO.

Tago. 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 advis'd;
He comes to bad intent.

Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers, with torches.

Oth.

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Holla! stand there!

Down with him, thief!

[They draw on both sides.

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? 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 'tis 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.

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my inclining, and the rest :

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

Of law, and course of direct session,

Call thee to answer.

What if I do obey?

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

Off.

'Tis true, most worthy signior,

The duke's in council, and your noble self,
I am sure, is sent for.

How! the duke in council!

Bra.
In this time of the night!-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 'twere their own:
For if such actions may have passage free,
Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III-The same. A Council Chamber.

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

That gives them credit.

First Sen.

Indeed, they are disproportion'd;

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

And mine, two hundred:

But though they jump not on a just account→
As in these cases where the aim reports,
'Tis 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!
Off. A messenger from the galleys.

Duke.

Enter Sailor..

Now what's 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?
First Sen.

By no assay of reason; 'tis 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 the abilities

That Rhodes is dress'd in: if we make thought of this,
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,
Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes,
Have there injointed them with an after-fleet.

First Sen. Ay, so I thought: How many, as you guess?
Mess. Of thirty sail: and now they do re-stem

Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance
Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano,
Your trusty and most valiant servitor,

With his free duty, recommends you thus,
And prays you to believe him.

Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus.
Marcus Luccicos, is not he in town?
First Sen. He's now in Florence.

Duke. Write from us to him, post-post-haste, despatch.
First Sen. Here comes Brabantio and the valiant Moor.

Enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Officers. Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you Against the general enemy Ottoman.

I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior.

[TO BRABANTIO.
We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night.
Bra. So did I yours. Good your grace, pardon me;
Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business,
Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the general care
Take hold on me; for my particular grief

Is of so floodgate and o'erbearing nature,
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows,
And it is still itself.

Duke.

Why, what's the matter? Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter!

Sen.

Bra.

Dead?

Ay, to me;

She is abus'd, stol'n from me, and corrupted

By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks:
For nature so preposterously to err,

Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,
Sans witchcraft could not.

Duke. Whoe'er he be, that in this foul proceeding

Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herself,

And you of her, the bloody book of law

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