14 I shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yonder? Enter CASSIO, at a distance, and certain Officers with torches. Iago. These 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? Iago. 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. And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, The duke does greet you, general; What is the matter, think you? Oth. And many of the consuls 15, 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 three several quests, To search you out. Oth. I will but spend a word here in the house, And go with you. 'Tis well I am found by you. [Exit. Ancient, what makes he here? Cas. Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land ca rack 16; If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever. Cas. I do not understand. Iago. Cas. He's married. To who? Re-enter OTHELLO. Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go? Oth. Have with you. Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers of night, with torches and weapons. Iago. It is Brabantio:-general, be advis'd; He comes to bad intent. Iago. 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: Lay hold upon him; if he do resist, 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 will you that I go To answer this your charge? How may the duke be therewith satisfied; Off. '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: Or any of my brothers of the state, Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own: [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Same. A Council-Chamber. The Duke, and Senators, sitting at a table; Officers attending. Duke. There is no composition in these news, That gives them credit. 1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies. And mine, two hundred: Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgement; But the main article I do approve Sailor. [Within.] What ho! what ho! what ho! Enter an Officer with a Sailor. Off. A messenger from the gallies. Duke. Now? the business? Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; So was I bid report here to the state, By signior Angelo. Duke. How say you by this change? 1 Sen. This cannot be, By no assay of reason; 'tis a pageant, And let ourselves again but understand, That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes, |