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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].

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SCENE III. Enter Brabantio, and servants with torches.

Bra.
It is too true an evil. Gone she is;
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And what's to come of my despited time,
Is nought but bitterness. Now, Rodorigo,
Where didst thou see her? oh unhappy girl!
With the Moor, saidst thou? who would be a father?
How didst thou know 'twas she? oh, she deceives me
Past thought—What said she to you? get more tapers—
Raise all my kindred—are they married, think you?

Rod.
Truly, I think, they are.

Bra.
O heaven! how gat she out?
Oh treason of my blood!
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds
By what you see them act. Are there not charms,
By which the property of youth and maidhood
May be abus'd? have you not read, Rodorigo,
Of some such thing?

Rod.
Yes, Sir, I have, indeed.

Bra.
Call up my brother: oh, 'would you had had her;
Some one way, some another—Do you know
Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?

Rod.
I think, I can discover him, if you please
To get good guard, and go along with me.

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Bra.
Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call,
I may command at most; get weapons, hoa!
And raise some special officers of might:
On, good Rodorigo, I'll deserve your pains. [Exeunt.
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