Jago.
Those 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 me rightly. Is it they?

Jago.
By Janus, I think no.

Oth.
The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant:
The goodness of the night upon you, 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 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 messengers
This very night, at one anothers heels:
And many of the consuls, 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 sent above three several quests,
To search you out.

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

Cas.
Ancient, what makes he here?

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

Cas.
I do not understand.

Jago.
He's married.

Cas.
To whom?

Jago.
Marry to—Come, captain, will you go? Enter Othello.

Oth.
Have with you.

Cas.
Here comes another troop to seek for you.

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