Even now, very now, an old black ram Bra. What, have you lost your wits? Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice? Bra. Not I; What are you? Rod. My name is-Roderigo. Bra. The worse welcome: I have charg'd thee, not to haunt about my doors: My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, To start my quiet. Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir, Bra. But thou must needs be sure, My spirit, and my place, have in them power To make this bitter to thee. Rod. Patience, good sir. Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice: My house is not a grange. Rod. Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you. 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 germans. Bra. What profane wretch art thou? Iago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs 9. Bra. Thou art a villain. Iago. You are a senator. Bru. This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Rode rigo, Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech you, [If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent, I thus would play and trifle with your reverence: Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes, Of here and every where: Straight satisfy yourself:] If she be in her chamber, or your house, Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho! Give me a taper;-call up all my people:- Belief of it oppresses me already: Light, I say! light! [Exit, from above. Iago. Against the Moor: For, I do know, the state,- 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; -10 And what's to come of my despised time 1o, Is nought but bitterness.-Now, Roderigo, ther? How didst thou know 'twas she?-O, thou deceiv'st me Past thought!-What said she to you?-Get more Raise all tapers; my kindred.-Are they married think you? Rod. Truly, I think, they are. Bra. O heaven!-How got she out!-O treason Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds Rod. Yes, sir; I have, indeed. Bra. Call up my brother.-O, that you had had her! you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor? Some one way, some another.—Do 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II. 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. Nay, but he prated, Iago. That, with the little godliness I have, I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir, Oth. 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, |