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Stood heir to th' first. Now, Sir, be judge yourself, s If I in any just term am affin'd To love the Moor.

Rod. I would not follow him then.

Iage. O Sir, content you ; I follow him to ferve my turn upon him. We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his matter's ass, For nought but provender; and when he's old, ca

shier'd; Whip me such' honeft knaves. Others there are, Who, trimm'd in forms and vifages of duty, Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves; And, throwing but shows of service on their Lords, Weil thrive by them; and when they've lind their

coats, Do themselves homage. These folks have some soul, And such a one do I profess myself. It is as sure as you are Rodorigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be iuga. In following him, I follow but myself, Heav'n is my judge !--Not I, for love and duty, But seeming so, for my peculiar end.

where each fecond of the third quarto and the fut S100d heir to th' first.

folio. The second quarto and all I read therefore.

the modern editions have afza'd. Not (as of ola) gradation - The meaning is, Do Island withi. e. is does not go by gradation, in any fuch terms of propinquity of as it did of old. WARBURTON. relation to the Moor, as that it is

Old gradation, is gradation my duty to love him? etablished by ancient practice, 9 honeft knaves, -] Knara Where is the difficulty ?

is here for fervunt, but with 3 If I in any juft term am af. mixcure of By contempr. fin'd] si ned is the reading

For

For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
• In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck at.

I'm not what I am.
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe,
If he can carry't thus ?

Iago. Call up her father, Roule him. Make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incenfe her kinímen; And though he in a fertile climate dwell, Plague him with flies; though that his joy be joy, Yet throw such changes of vexation on't, As it may lose some colour.

Rod. Here is her father's house, I'll call aloud.

fago. Do, with like timorous accent, and dire yell, 2 As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities.

* In compliment extern,–) In.militude, thus emended, agrees that which I do only for an out beit with the fact it is applied to. award shew of civility.

Had this notice been given to ? As when, by night and nig- Brabantio before his daughterran ligence, the fire

away and married, it might thea Is spied in popu'ous cities.] indeed have been well enough This is not sense, take it which compared to the alarm given of way you will. If night and ne a fire juft Spied, afioon as it was gligence relate to spied, it is ab- begun. But being given after surd to say the fire was spied by the parties were bedoed, it was negligence. If night and negl.- more firly compared to a fire gence refer only to the time and spred by night and negli ence, so occasion, it should then be by as not to be extinguished, night, and thro' negligence. 0

WARSURTON. therwise the particle by would be The particle is vicd equivamade to signify time applied to cally ; the same liderty is taken one word, and cause applied to by writers more correct. the other. We thould read there The wonderful creature ! vo. fore, Is SPRED, by which all man of reason! these faults are avoided. But Never grave out of pride, never what is of most weight, the fi gay out of Jeasin. Y 2

Rod.

Rod. What, ho! Brabantio ! Signior Brabantio ! ho.
Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio ! ho! Thieves !

thieves !
Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags.
Thieves ! thieves !

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Brabantio appears above, at a Window.

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Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons ?
What is the matter there?

Rod. Signior, is all your family within ?
Iago. Are all doors lock’d?
Bra. Why? Wherefore ask you this?
lago. Sir, you are robb’d. For shame, put on your

Gown.
Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;
Ev'n now, ev'n very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise,
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
Or else the Devil will make a grandfire of you.
Arise, I say.

Bra. What, have you lost your wits ?
Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice?
Bra. Not I. What are you

?
Rod. My name is Rodorigo.

Bra. The worser welcome.
I've charg’ thee not to haunt about my doors.
In honest plainness thou hast heard me say,
My daughter's not for thee; and now in madness,
Being full of supper and distemp’ring draughts,
Upon malicious bravery dost thou come
To start my quiet.

Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir

Bra. But thou must needs be sure,
My spirit and my place have in their power

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To make this bitter to thee.

Rod. Patience, good Sir.
Bra. What tellst thou me of robbing ? This is Ve-

nice,
My house is not a grange.

Rod. Most grave Brabantio,
In simple and pure soul, I come to you.

Iago. Sir, you are one of those that will not serve God, if the Devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, you think we are ruffians. You'll have your daughter cover'd with a Barbary horse, you'll have your

nephews neigh to you ; you'll have coursers for cousins, and genners for germanes.

Bra. + What profane wretch art thou ?

lago. I am one, Sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

Bra. Thou art a villain.
lago. You are a senator.
Bra. This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Rodo-

rigo.
Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech

you,
If't be your pleasure and most wise consent,
As partly, I find, it is, that your fair daughter,
At this odd even and dull watch oth' night,
Transported with no worse nor better guard,
But with a knave of hire, a Gondelier,
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor :
If this be known to you, and your allowance,
We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs.

+ What profane wretch art are not in the first edition, but

shou ? ] That is, what in the folio of 162 3. wretch of gross and licentious lan 3—this old av -] The guage? In that sense Shakespeare even of night is midnight, the Often uses the word profane. time when night is divided into * The lines printed in Italicks even parts,

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But if you know not this, my manners tell me,
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe,
That from the sense of all civility
I thus would play and trifle with your reverence.
Your daughter, if you have not giv’n ber leave,
I say again, batb made a gross revolt;
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes
To an extravagant and wheeling stranger,
Of here and every where. Straight satisfy yourself.
If she be in her chamber, or your house,
Let loose on me the justice of the State
For thus deluding you.

Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho!
Give me a taper.

Call
up
all

my people.
This accident is not unlike my Dream,
Belief of it oppresses me already.
Light! I say, light !

lago. Farewel; for I must leave you.
It seems not meet, nor wholefome to my place,
To be produc'd, as, if I stay, I shall,
Against the Moor. For I do know, the State,
However this may gall him with some check,
Cannot with safety s cast him. For he's embark'd
With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars,
Which ev'n now stand in act, that, for their souls,
Another of his fadom they have none,
To lead their business. In which regard,
Tho' I do hate him as I do hell's pains,
Yet, for necessity of present life,
I must shew out a flag and sign of love :
Which is, indeed, but sign. That you may furely

find him,
Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search;
And there will I be with him. So, farewel.

[Exit.

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