Iag.
Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience ^note,

To do no contriv'd murther; I lack iniquity
Sometimes ^note, to do me service: Nine or ten times
I had thought to have yerk'd him here14Q1490 under the ribs.

Oth.
'Tis better as it is.

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

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 ^note that boasting is an honour,
I shall promulgate ^note) I fetch my life and being
From men of royal siege; ^note and my demerits
May speak, and bonnetted ^{note note}, to 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 worth. But, look! what lights come yond' ^note? Enter, at a Distance, Cassio, and certain Officers, with Torches.

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

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

Iag.
By Janus, I think no.

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

Cas.
The duke does greet you, general;
And he requires your haste, post-haste 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 gallies
Have sent a dozen sequent ^note messengers
This very night, at one ^note another's heels;
And many of the consuls ^note, rais'd, and met,
Are at the duke's already: You have been hotly call'd for;
When being not at your lodging to be found,
The senate hath 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 with you. [Exit.

Cas.
Ancient, what makes he here?

Iag.
'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land-carrack;
If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.

Cas.
I do not understand.

Iag.
He's marry'd.

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

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

Oth.
Have with you. ^note

Cas.
Here comes another troop to seek for you. Enter Brabantio, Roderigo, and Others, with Lights, and Weapons.

Iag.
It is Brabantio:—general, be advis'd;
He comes to bad intent.

Oth.
Hola! stand there!

Rod.
Signior, it is the Moor.

Bra.
Down with him, thief. [Brabantio, and his Party, set upon the Others.

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

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

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

Lay hold upon him; if he do resist,
Subdue him at his peril.

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

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

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

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

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

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