Othello - The Original Classic Edition. Shakespeare William

In an extrauagant, and wheeling Stranger,

       Of here, and euery where: straight satisfie your selfe.

       If she be in her Chamber, or your house, Let loose on me the Iustice of the State For thus deluding you

       Bra. Strike on the Tinder, hoa:

       Giue me a Taper: call vp all my people, This Accident is not vnlike my dreame, Beleefe of it oppresses me alreadie. Light, I say, light.

       Enter.

       Iag. Farewell: for I must leaue you.

       It seemes not meete, nor wholesome to my place

       To be producted, (as if I stay, I shall,) Against the Moore. For I do know the State,

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       (How euer this may gall him with some checke) Cannot with safetie cast-him. For he's embark'd With such loud reason to the Cyprus Warres,

       (Which euen now stands in Act) that for their soules

       Another of his Fadome, they haue none, To lead their Businesse. In which regard, Though I do hate him as I do hell paines, Yet, for necessitie of present life,

       I must show out a Flag, and signe of Loue,

       (Which is indeed but signe) that you shal surely find him

       Lead to the Sagitary the raised Search: And there will I be with him. So farewell. Enter.

       Enter Brabantio, with Seruants and Torches. Bra. It is too true an euill. Gone she is,

       And what's to come of my despised time,

       Is naught but bitternesse. Now Rodorigo,

       Where didst thou see her? (Oh vnhappie Girle)

       With the Moore saist thou? (Who would be a Father?) How didst thou know 'twas she? (Oh she deceaues me Past thought:) what said she to you? Get moe Tapers. Raise all my Kindred. Are they married thinke you? Rodo. Truely I thinke they are

       Bra. Oh Heauen: how got she out?

       Oh treason of the blood.

       Fathers, from hence trust not your Daughters minds

       By what you see them act. Is there not Charmes, By which the propertie of Youth, and Maidhood May be abus'd? Haue you not read Rodorigo,

       Of some such thing?

       Rod. Yes Sir: I haue indeed

       Bra. Call vp my Brother: oh would you had had her. Some one way, some another. Doe you know

       Where we may apprehend her, and the Moore? Rod. I thinke I can discouer him, if you please To get good Guard, and go along with me

       Bra. Pray you lead on. At euery house Ile call, (I may command at most) get Weapons (hoa) And raise some speciall Officers of might:

       On good Rodorigo, I will deserue your paines. Exeunt.

       Scena Secunda.

       Enter Othello, Iago, Attendants, with Torches.

       Ia. Though in the trade of Warre I haue slaine men, Yet do I hold it very stuffe o'th' conscience

       To do no contriu'd Murder: I lacke Iniquitie

       Sometime to do me seruice. Nine, or ten times

       I had thought t'haue yerk'd him here vnder the Ribbes

       Othello. 'Tis better as it is

       Iago. Nay but he prated,

       And spoke such scuruy, and prouoking termes

       Against your Honor, that with the little godlinesse I haue

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       I did full hard forbeare him. But I pray you Sir,

       Are you fast married? Be assur'd of this, That the Magnifico is much belou'd,

       And hath in his effect a voice potentiall

       As double as the Dukes: He will diuorce you. Or put vpon you, what restraint or greeuance, The Law (with all his might, to enforce it on) Will giue him Cable

       Othel. Let him do his spight;

       My Seruices, which I haue done the Signorie

       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 Royall Seige. And my demerites May speake (vnbonnetted) to as proud a Fortune As this that I haue reach'd. For know Iago,

       But that I loue the gentle Desdemona,

       I would not my vnhoused free condition

       Put into Circumscription, and Confine,

       For the Seas worth. But looke, what Lights come yond?

       Enter Cassio, with Torches.

       Iago. Those are the raised Father, and his Friends: You were best go in

       Othel. Not I: I must be found.

       My Parts, my Title, and my perfect Soule

       Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?

       Iago. By Ianus, I thinke no

       Othel. The Seruants of the Dukes? And my Lieutenant?

       The goodnesse of the Night vpon you (Friends)

       What is the Newes?

       Cassio. The Duke do's greet you (Generall)

       And he requires your haste, Post-haste appearance, Euen on the instant

       Othello. What is the matter, thinke you?

       Cassio. Something from Cyprus, as I may diuine: It is a businesse of some heate. The Gallies

       Haue sent a dozen sequent Messengers This very night, at one anothers heeles: And many of the Consuls, rais'd and met,

       Are at the Dukes already. You haue bin hotly call'd for, When being not at your Lodging to be found,

       The Senate hath sent about three seuerall Quests, To search you out

       Othel. 'Tis well I am found by you:

       I will but spend a word here in the house, And goe with you

       Cassio. Aunciant, what makes he heere?

       Iago. Faith, he to night hath boarded a Land Carract, If it proue lawfull prize, he's made for euer

       Cassio. I do not vnderstand

       Iago. He's married

       Cassio. To who?

       Iago. Marry to-Come Captaine, will you go?

       Othel. Haue with you

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       Cassio. Here comes another Troope to seeke for you.

       Enter Brabantio, Rodorigo, with Officers, and Torches.

       Iago. It is Brabantio: Generall be aduis'd, He comes to bad intent

       Othello. Holla, stand there Rodo. Signior, it is the Moore Bra. Downe with him, Theefe

       Iago. You, Rodorigo? Come Sir, I am for you

       Othe. Keepe vp your bright Swords, for the dew will rust them. Good Signior, you shall more command with yeares, then with your

       Weapons

       Bra. Oh thou foule Theefe,

       Where hast thou stow'd my Daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchaunted her For Ile referre me to all things of sense,

       (If she in Chaines of Magick were not bound) Whether a Maid, so tender, Faire, and Happie, So opposite to Marriage, that she shun'd

       The wealthy curled Deareling of our Nation, Would euer haue (t' encurre a generall mocke) Run from her Guardage to the sootie bosome, Of such a thing as thou: to feare, not to delight? Iudge me the world, if 'tis not grosse in sense,

       That thou hast practis'd on her with foule Charmes, Abus'd her delicate Youth, with Drugs or Minerals, That weakens Motion. Ile haue't disputed on,

       'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking;

       I therefore apprehend