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Act 1, Scene 2

Another street.

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 contrived murder: I lack iniquity

Sometime to do me service: nine or ten times

I had thought to have yerked him here under the ribs.

Othello

'Tis 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? Be assured 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.

Othello

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 provulgate — 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 unhoused free condition

Put into circumscription and confine

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

Iago

Those are the raised father and his friends:

You were best go in.

Othello

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.

Othello

The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant.

The goodness of the night upon you, friends!

What is the news?

Cassio

The duke does greet you, general,

And he requires your haste-posthaste appearance,

Even on the instant.

Othello

What is the matter, think you?

Cassio

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 raised and met,

Are at the duke's already: 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.

Othello

'Tis well I am found by you.

I will but spend a word here in the house,

And go with you. Exit.

Cassio

Ancient, what makes he here?

Iago

'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack:

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

Cassio

I do not understand.

Iago

He's married.

Cassio

To who? Re-enter OTHELLO.

Iago

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

Othello

Have with you.

Cassio

Here comes another troop to seek for you.

Iago

It is Brabantio. General, be advised;

He comes to bad intent. Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers with torches and weapons.

Othello

Holla! stand there!

Roderigo

Signior, it is the Moor.

Brabantio

Down with him, thief! They draw on both sides.

Iago

You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you.

Othello

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

Good signior, you shall more command with years

Than with your weapons.

Brabantio

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 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 practised on her with foul charms,

Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals

That weakens 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.

Othello

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. Whither will you that I go

To answer this your charge?

Brabantio

To prison, till fit time

Of law and course of direct session

Call thee to answer.

Othello

What if I do obey?

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?

First Officer

'Tis true, most worthy signior;

The duke's in council, and your noble self,

I am sure, is sent for.

Brabantio

How! the duke in council!

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.