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I would not my unhoused free condition
Put into circumscription and confine

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.

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 galleys Have sent a dozen sequent† messengers This very night at one another's 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 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.

Cas.

'Tis well I am found by you.

[Exit.

Ancient, what makes he here?

Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land ca

rack; §

If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.

Unsettled.

* Searchers.

+ Following.

A rich vessel.

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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.

Oth.

Hola! stand there!

Rod. Signior, it is the Moor.

Bra.

Down with him, thief! [They draw on both sides.

lago. 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 of sense,

If she in chains of magick were not bound,
Whether a maid-so tender, fair, and happy;
So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'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,
That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms;
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals,

To terrify, not delight.

That waken motion :-I'll have it disputed on;
'f'is probable, and palpable to thinking.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an 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 will you that I go
To answer 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 satisfied;
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state,
To bring me to him?

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:
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.

The pagans and bond-slaves of Africa.

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 galleys.
Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty.

2 Sen. And mine, two hundred: But though they jump not on a just account (As in these cases, where the aim + reports, 'Tis oft with difference), yet do they all confirm A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.

Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgement; I do not so secure me in the error,

But the main article I do approve

In fearful sense.

Sailor. [Within.] What ho! what ho! what ho!

Enter an Officer, with a Sailor.

Off. A messenger from the galleys.

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,
To keep us in false gaze: When we consider
The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk;

• Consistency.

+ Conjecture.

And let ourselves again but understand,

That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
So may he with more facile question bear it,
For that it stands not in such warlike bracet,
But altogether lacks the abilities

That Rhodes is dress'd in:-if we make thought of this,

We must not think, the Turk is so unskilful,
To leave that latest which concerns him first;
Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,

To wake, and waget, a danger profitless.

Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes. Off. Here is more news.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes, Have there injointed them with an after-fleet.

1 Sen. Ay, so I thought:-How many, as you guess?

Mess. Of thirty sail: and now do they re-stem Their backward course, bearing with frank appear.

ance

Their purposes towards Cyprus.-Signior Montano, Your trusty and most valiant servitor,

With his free duty recommends you thus,

And prays you to believe him.

Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus,

Marcus Lucchesé, is he not in town?

1 Sen. He's now in Florence.

Duke. Write from us; wish him post-post-haste: despatch.

1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant Moor.

Easy dispute.
Combat.

+ State of defence,

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