［Another
  street
  Enter
  OTHELLO，
  IAGO，
  and
  Attendant
  with
  torches］
  IAGO
  Though
  in
  the
  trade
  of
  warI
  have
  slain
  men，
  Yet
  do
  Ihold
  it
  very
  stuff
  o’the
  conscience
  Todo
  no
  contrivedmurder：Ilack
  iniquity
  Sometimes
  to
  do
  me
  service：nine
  or
  ten
  times
  I
  had
  thought
  to
  have
  yerk’
  d
  him
  here
  under
  the
  ribs
  OTHELLO
  ‘Tis
  better
  as
  it
  is．
  IAGO
  Nay，
  but
  he
  prated，
  And
  spoke
  such
  scurvy
  and
  provoking
  terms
  Against
  your
  honour
  That，
  with
  the
  little
  godlinessI
  have，
  I
  did
  full
  hard
  for
  bearhim．
  But，
  Ipray
  you，
  sir,
  Are
  you
  fast
  married？
  Be
  assured
  of
  this，
  That
  the
  magnificois
  much
  beloved，
  And
  hath
  inhiseffect
  a
  voicepotential
  As
  double
  as
  the
  duke’s：
  he
  will
  divorce
  you；
  Or
  put
  upon
  youwhat
  restraint
  and
  grievance
  The
  law，
  with
  all
  his
  might
  to
  enforce
  it
  on，
  Will
  give
  him
  cable
  OTHELLO
  Let
  him
  do
  his
  spite：
  My
  services
  whichI
  havedone
  the
  signiory
  Shall
  out-tongue
  his
  complaints.
  ‘Tis
  yet
  to
  know，——
  Which，
  whenI
  know
  that
  boasting
  is
  an
  honour，
  I
  shall
  promulgate——I
  fetch
  my
  life
  and
  being
  From
  men
  of
  royal
  siege，
  and
  my
  demerits
  May
  speak
  unbonneted
  to
  as
  proud
  afortune
  As
  this
  thatI
  have
  reach’d：
  for
  know，
  Iago，
  But
  thatI
  love
  the
  gentle
  Desdemona，
  I
  would
  not
  my
  unhoused
  free
  condition
  Put
  into
  circumscriptionand
  confine
  For
  thesea’s
  worth．
  But，
  look！what
  lights
  come
  yond？
  IAGO
  Those
  are
  the
  raised
  father
  and
  his
  friends：
  You
  were
  best
  go
  in．
  OTHELLO
  Not
  I
  Imustbefound：
  My
  parts，
  my
  title
  and
  my
  perfect
  soul
  Shall
  manifestme
  rightly．
  Is
  it
  they？
  IAGO
  By
  Janus，
  Ithink
  no．
  ［Enter
  CASSIO，
  and
  certain
  Officerswith
  torches］
  OTHELLO
  The
  servants
  of
  the
  duke，
  and
  my
  lieutenant．
  The
  goodness
  of
  the
  night
  upon
  you，
  friends！
  What
  is
  the
  news？
  CASSIO
  The
  duke
  does
  greet
  you，
  general，
  And
  he
  requires
  your
  haste-post-
  hasteappearance，
  Even
  on
  the
  instant.
  OTHELLO
  What
  is
  the
  matter，
  thinkyou？
  CASSIO
  Something
  from
  Cyprus
  as
  I
  may
  divine：
  It
  is
  a
  business
  of
  some
  heat：
  the
  galleys
  Have
  sent
  a
  dozen
  sequent
  messengers
  This
  very
  night
  at
  one
  another’
  s
  heels，
  And
  many
  of
  the
  consuls，raised
  and
  met，
  Are
  at
  the
  duke’s
  already：you
  have
  been
  hotly
  call’d
  for；
  When，being
  not
  at
  yourlodgingto
  be
  found，
  The
  senatehath
  sent
  about
  three
  several
  guests
  To
  search
  you
  out.
  OTHELLO
  ‘Tis
  well
  Iam
  foundvy
  you.
  I
  will
  butspend
  a
  word
  here
  in
  the
  house，
  Andgowithyou．
  〔Exit〕
  CASSIO
  Ancient，
  what
  makes
  he
  here？
  IAGO
  Faith，
  he
  to-night
  hath
  boardeda
  land
  carack：
  If
  it
  prove
  lawful
  prize，
  he’s
  made
  for
  ever．
  CASSIO
  I
  do
  not
  understand．
  IAGO
  He’s
  married
  CASSIO
  To
  who？
  ［Re－enterOTHELLO］
  IAGO
  Marry，
  to——Come，
  captain，
  will
  you
  go？
  OTHELLO
  Have
  with
  you．
  CASSIO
  Here
  comes
  another
  troop
  to
  seek
  for
  you．
  IAGO
  It
  is
  Brabantio
  General，
  be
  advised；
  He
  comes
  to
  bad
  intent
  ［Enter
  BRABANTIO，
  RODERIGO，
  and
  Officers
  with
  torches
  and
  weapons］
  OTHELLO
  Holla！stand
  there！
  RODERIGO
  Signior，
  it
  is
  the
  Moor．
  BRABANTIO
  Down
  with
  him，
  thief！
  ［They
  draw
  on
  both
  sides］
  IAGO
  You，Roderigo！come，sir，Iam
  for
  you．
  OTHELLO
  Keep
  up
  your
  bright
  swords，
  for
  the
  dewwill
  rust
  them，
  Good
  signior，you
  shall
  more
  command
  with
  years
  Than
  with
  your
  weapons.
  BRABANTIO
  O
  thou
  foul
  thief，where
  hast
  thou
  stow’dmy
  daughter?
  Damn’dasthouart，thouhastenchantedher；
  For
  I’ll
  refer
  me
  to
  all
  things
  of
  sense，
  If
  she
  in
  chains
  of
  magic
  were
  not
  bound，
  Whether
  a
  maid
  so
  tender，
  fair
  and
  happy，
  So
  opposite
  to
  marriage
  that
  she
  shunned
  The
  wealthy
  curled
  darlings
  of
  our
  nation，
  Would
  everhave，
  to
  incur
  ageneral
  mock，
  Run
  from
  herguardageto
  thesootybosom
  Of
  such
  a
  thingas
  thou，
  to
  fear，not
  to
  delight．
  Judge
  me
  theworld，
  if’tisnotgrossin
  sense
  That
  thou
  hast
  practised
  on
  her
  with
  foul
  charms，
  Abused
  her
  delicate
  youthwith
  drugsor
  minerals
  That
  weaken
  motion：I’ll
  have’t
  disputedon；
  ‘Tis
  probable
  and
  palpable
  I
  therefore
  apprehend
  and
  do
  attach
  thee
  For
  an
  abuserof
  the
  world，
  a
  practiser
  Of
  arts
  inhibited
  and
  out
  of
  warrant．
  Lay
  holduponhim：ifhedoresist，
  Subdue
  him
  at
  his
  peril．
  OTHELLO
  Hold
  your
  hands，
  Both
  you
  of
  my
  inclining，and
  the
  rest：
  Wereitmycuetofight，Ishouldhaveknownit
  Without
  a
  prompter．
  Where
  will
  youthatI
  go
  To
  answer
  this
  your
  charge？
  BRABANTIO
  Toprison，tillfittime
  Oflawandcourse
  ofdirectsession
  Call
  thee
  to
  answer
  OTHELLO
  What
  ifI
  do
  obey？
  How
  may
  the
  duke
  be
  therewithsatisfied，
  Whose
  messengers
  are
  here
  about
  my
  side，
  Upon
  some
  present
  business
  of
  the
  state
  Tobring
  me
  to
  him？
  First
  Officer
  ‘Tis
  true，most
  worthy
  signior；
  The
  duke’s
  in
  council
  and
  your
  noble
  self，
  I
  am
  sure，issentfor．
  BRABANTIO
  How！
  the
  duke
  in
  council！
  In
  this
  time
  of
  the
  night！Bring
  him
  away：
  Mine’s
  not
  an
  idlecause：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
  havepassage
  free，
  Bond-slavesand
  pagansshall
  our
  statesmenbe
  ［Exeunt］