Enter Brabantio, Rodorigo, with officers and torches. Jago. It is Brabantio; General be advis'd, He comes to bad intent. Oth. Holla! ftand there. Rod Signior, it is the Moor. Bra. Down with him, thief. [They draw on both fides. Jago. You Rodorigo! come, Sir, I am for you Oth. Keep up your bright fwords, for the dew will ruft 'em. Good fignior, you shall more command with years, Than with your weapons. Bra. O thou foul thief! where haft thou stow'd my daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou haft enchanted her; For I'll refer me to all things of fense, If she in chains of magick were not bound, The five following lines are not in the first edition. Oth. Oth. Hold your hands, Both you of my inclining, and the reft. Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it Bra. To prifon, 'till fit time Of law, and course of direct feffion Oth. What if I obey? How may the duke be therewith satisfied, Offi. True, moft worthy fignior, The duke's in council, and your noble self Bra. How! the duke in council? In this time of the night? bring him away; Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own; SCENE VII. The Senate house. [Exeunt. Duke and Senators, fet at a table with lights and attendants. Duke. TH HERE is no composition in these news, 1 Sen. Indeed, they're difproportion'd; My My letters fay, a hundred and feven gallies. But though they jump not on a just account, But the main article I do approve, Saylor within.] What hoa! what hoa! what hoa! Offi. A meffenger from the gallies. Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes, So was I bid report here to the state. By no assay of reafon. 'Tis a pageant But altogether lacks th' abilities That Rhodes is dress'd in. If we make thought of this, To leave that latest, which concerns him first, The 7 following lines are added fince the first edition. Duke. Duke. Nay, in all confidence he's not for Rhodes. Enter a Messenger. Mef. The Ottomites, (reverend and gracious,) 1 Sen. Ay, fo I thought; how many, as you guess? With his free duty, recommends you thus, Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus: Post-hafte, dispatch. 1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant Moor. SCENE VIII. To them, enter Brabantio, Othello, Caffio, Jago, Rodorigo, and Officers. Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you, Against the general enemy Ottoman. I did not see you; welcome, gentle fignior, We lackt your counsel, and your help to-night. Is She is abus'd, ftollen from me, and corrupted (Being not deficient, blind, or lame of fenfe,) Duke. Who-e'er he be, that in this foul proceeding And you of her, the bloody book of law You fhall your felf read in the bitter letter, Stood in your action. Bra. Humbly I thank your grace, Here is the man; this Moor, whom now it feems Hath hither brought. All. We're very forry for't. Duke. What in your own part can you fay to this? Bra. Nothing, but this is so. Oth. Moft potent, grave and reverend figniors, Hath this extent; no more. Rude am I in my speech, For fince these arms of mine had feven years pith, |