Iago.
Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience ^note
To do no contrived murder: I lack ^note iniquity
Sometimes ^note to do me service: nine or ten times
I had ^note thought to have ^note yerk'd ^note him here under the ribs ^note. ^note

Oth.
'Tis ^note better as it is.

Iago.
Nay, but he prated
And spoke ^note such scurvy and provoking ^note terms
Against your honour,
That, with the little godliness I have, ^note
I did full hard forbear him. But I pray you ^note, sir,
Are you fast married? Be assured ^note of this,
That the magnifico is much beloved,
And hath in his effect a voice potential
As double ^note as the duke's ^note: he will divorce you,
Or put upon you what restraint and ^note grievance ^note
The ^note law, with all his might to enforce it on,
Will ^note give him cable.

Oth.
Let him do his spite:
My services ^note, which I have done the signiory,
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know—
Which, when I know ^note that boasting is an honour,
I shall promulgate ^note—I fetch my ^note life and being
From men of royal siege ^note, and my demerits
May speak unbonneted ^{note note} to ^note as proud a fortune
As this that I have reach'd: 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 ^note worth. But, look! what lights come ^note yond ^note? ^{note note}

Iago.
Those ^note are the raised father and his friends:
You were best go in.

Oth.
Not I; I must be found:
My parts ^note, my title and my perfect soul,
Shall manifest ^note me rightly ^note. Is it they? ^note

Iago.
By Janus, I think no. Enter ^note Cassio, and certain Officers with torches.

Oth.
The servants of the duke, ^note and my lieutenant. ^{note note}
The goodness of the night upon you, ^note friends!
What is the news? ^note

Cas.
The duke does greet you, general,
And he requires your haste-post-haste ^note appearance,
Even on the instant.

Oth.
What is ^note the matter, think you?

Cas.
Something from Cyprus, as I may divine:
It is a business of some heat: the galleys
Have sent a dozen sequent ^note messengers
This very night at one ^note another's heels;
And many of the consuls ^note, raised and met,
Are at the duke's already: you have ^note been hotly call'd for;

When, being not at your lodging to be found,
The senate hath ^note sent about ^note three several quests
To search you out.

Oth.
'Tis well I am found by you.
I will but spend ^note a word here in the house,
And go ^note with you. ^note [Exit. ^note

Cas.
Ancient, what makes he here?

Iago.
Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack ^note:
If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.

Cas.
I do not understand.

Iago.
He's married.

Cas.
To who? ^note Re-enter Othello. ^note

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

Oth.
Have with you. ^note

Cas.
Here comes another troop to seek for you. ^note

Iago.
It is Brabantio: general, be advised;
He comes to bad intent. Enter ^note Brabantio, Roderigo, and Officers with torches and weapons.

Oth.
Holla ^note! stand there!

Rod.
Signior, it is the Moor.

Bra.
Down with him, thief! [They ^note draw on both sides.

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

Oth.
Keep up your bright swords, for ^note the dew will rust them ^note.
Good signior, you shall more command with years
Than with your weapons. ^note

Bra.
O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd ^note my daughter? ^note
Damn'd ^note as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;
For I'll refer me to all things ^note of sense,
If she in chains of magic were not bound, ^note
Whether a maid so tender, fair and happy,
So opposite to marriage that she shunn'd
The wealthy curled ^note darlings ^note of our nation,
Would ever have, to incur ^note a general mock,
Run from her guardage ^note to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou ^note, to fear, not to delight.
Judge me the world, if 'tis not ^note gross in sense
That thou hast practised on her with foul charms,
Abused her delicate ^note youth with drugs or minerals
That weaken motion ^note: I'll have 't disputed on;
'Tis probable ^note, and palpable to thinking.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee ^note
For ^note an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant. ^note
Lay hold upon him: if he do resist,

Subdue him at his peril.

Oth.
Hold your hands ^note,
Both you of my inclining and the rest:
Were it my cue ^note to fight, I should have known it
Without a prompter. Where ^note will you that ^note I go
To answer ^note this your charge?

Bra.
To prison, till fit time
Of law and course of direct session ^note
Call thee to answer.

Oth.
What if I do ^note obey?
How may the duke be therewith satisfied,
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state
To bring ^note me to him?

First Off. ^note
'Tis ^note true, most worthy signior;
The duke's in council, and your noble self,
I am ^note sure, is sent for.

Bra.
How! the duke in council!
In this time of the night ^note! 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 ^note shall our statesmen be. [Exeunt.

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