Othello Page #2

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provoking terms against your honor...

...that with the little godliness

I have, I did full hard forbear him.

But I pray, sir, are you fast married?

But be sure of this:

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 that law...

...with all his might to enforce

it on, will give him cable.

Let him do his spite.

My services which I have done the

signory shall out-tongue his complaints.

'Tis yet to know...

Which when I know that boasting

is an honor, 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, lago...

...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?

Those are the raised father and his friends.

- You were best go in.

- 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.

OTHELLo:
The servants of

the duke and my lieutenant.

The goodness of the night upon you.

- What is the news?

- The duke does greet you.

He requires your haste-post-haste

appearance on the instant.

- What is the matter, think you?

- Something from Cyprus, as I may divine.

It is a business of some heat.

Galleys 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 sent about three

several quests to search you out.

Well, I'm found by you.

I will but spend a word here

in the house and go with you.

Ancient, what makes he here?

Faith, he tonight hath

boarded a land carrack.

If it prove lawful prize, he's made forever.

I do not understand.

He's married.

To who?

Marry, to...

- Come, captain, will you

go? OTHELLo:
Have with you.

- Here comes another troop to

seek for you. RoDERIGo: Stop!

Brabantio. General, be

advised, he comes to bad intent.

OTHELLo:
Holla! Stand there.

RoDERIGo:
Signor, it is the Moor.

- Down with him, thief.

- Roderigo! Come, I am for you.

Keep up your bright swords

for the dew will rust them.

Good signor...

...you shall more command with

years than with your weapons.

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...

...whether a maid so

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