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Enter RODERIGO and IAGO	RODERIGO and IAGO enter.
RODERIGO Tush! Never tell me. I take it much unkindly That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.	RODERIGO Come on, don’t tell me that. I don’t like it that you knew about this, Iago. All this time I’ve thought you were such a good friend that I’ve let you spend my money as if it was yours.
IAGO 'Sblood, but you’ll not hear me! If ever I did dream of such a matter, abhor me.	IAGO Damn it, you’re not listening to me! I never dreamed this was happening—if you find out I did, you can go ahead and hate me.
RODERIGO Thou told’st me Thou didst hold him in thy hate.	RODERIGO You told me you hated him.
IAGO Despise me If I do not. Three great ones of the city 10 (In personal suit to make me his lieutenant) Off-capped to him, and by the faith of man I know my price, I am worth no worse a place. But he (as loving his own pride and purposes) Evades them with a bombast circumstance 15 Horribly stuffed with epithets of war, And in conclusion Nonsuits my mediators. For “Certes,” says he, “I have already chose my officer.” And what was he? 20 Forsooth, a great arithmetician, One Michael Cassio, a Florentine (A fellow almost damned in a fair wife) That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows 25 More than a spinster—unless the bookish theoric,	IAGO I do hate him They’re talking about Othello, though they never mention his name. him, I swear. Three of Venice’s most important noblemen took their hats off to him and asked him humbly to make me his lieutenant, the second in command. And I know my own worth well enough to know I deserve that position. But he wants to have things his own way, so he sidesteps the issue with a lot of military talk and refuses their request. “I’ve already chosen my lieutenant,” he says. And who does he choose? A guy who knows more about numbers than fighting! This guy from Florence named Michael Cassio. He has a pretty wife but he can’t even control her. And he’s definitely never commanded men in battle. He’s got no more hands-on knowledge of warfare than an old woman—unless you count what he’s read in books,
Wherein the toged consuls can propose As masterly as he. Mere prattle without practice Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had th' election And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof 30 At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other grounds Christian and heathen, must be belee’d and calmed By debitor and creditor. This counter-caster He (in good time) must his lieutenant be And I, bless the mark, his Moorship’s ancient.	which any peace-lover can do. His military understanding is all theory, no practice. But Cassio’s been chosen over me. My career is cut short by some bookkeeper, even though the general saw my fighting skills first-hand in Rhodes and Cyprus. This accountant is now lieutenant, while I end up as the Moor’s Moor = North African Moor’s flag-bearer.
RODERIGO 35 By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.	RODERIGO By God, I’d rather be his executioner.
IAGO Why, there’s no remedy. 'Tis the curse of service. Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to th' first. Now sir, be judge yourself, 40 Whether I in any just term am affined To love the Moor.	IAGO And there’s nothing I can do about it. That’s the curse of military service. You get promoted when someone likes you, not because you’re next in line. Now, you tell me: should I feel loyal to the Moor?
RODERIGO I would not follow him then.	RODERIGO If you don’t like him you should quit.
IAGO O sir, content you. I follow him to serve my turn upon him. 45 We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed. You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave That (doting on his own obsequious bondage) Wears out his time much like his master’s ass 50 For naught but provender, and when he’s old, cashiered. Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are Who, trimmed in forms and visages of duty, Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, 55 Do well thrive by them. And when they have lined their coats, Do themselves homage. These fellows have some soul,	IAGO No, calm down. I’m serving under him to take advantage of him. We can’t all be masters, and not all masters should be followed. Look at all the devoted servants who work for their masters their whole lives for nothing but their food, and then when they get old they’re terminated. They ought to be whipped for being so stupid. But then there’s another kind of servant who looks dutiful and devoted, but who’s really looking out for himself. By pretending to serve their lords, these men get rich, and when they’ve saved up enough they can be their own masters. Guys like that have soul,
And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago. 60 In following him, I follow but myself. Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so, for my peculiar end. For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart 65 In compliment extern, ’tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. I am not what I am.	and that’s the kind of guy I am. Let me tell you, as sure as your name’s Roderigo, if I were the Moor I wouldn’t want to be Iago. I may seem to love and obey him, but in fact, I’m just serving him to get what I want. If my outward appearance started reflecting what I really felt, soon enough I’d be wearing my heart on my sleeve for birds to peck at. No, it’s better to hide it. I’m not who I appear to be.
RODERIGO What a full fortune does the Thick-lips owe If he can carry’t thus!	RODERIGO Thick-lips “Thick-lips” is a racial slur toward the Moor, Othello. Thick-lips sure is lucky if he can pull this off!
IAGO Call up her father. 70 Rouse him. Make after him, Poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets. Incense her kinsmen, 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, 75 As it may lose some color.	IAGO Let’s shout up to Desdemona’s father, wake him, pester him, spoil his happiness, spread rumors about him in the streets, enrage his relatives, and irritate him endlessly. However real his happiness is, it will vanish in light of this.
RODERIGO Here is her father’s house, I’ll call aloud.	RODERIGO Here’s her father’s house. I’ll call out.
IAGO Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities.	IAGO Do it, and shout like the city’s on fire.
RODERIGO 80 What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!	RODERIGO Hey, Brabantio! Signor Brabantio, hey!
IAGO Awake! What, ho, Brabantio! Thieves! Thieves! Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! Thieves! thieves!	IAGO Wake up, Brabantio! Wake up! Thieves! Thieves! Check on your daughter, your house, your money! Thieves! Thieves!
Enter BRABANTIO , above	BRABANTIO enters, above.
BRABANTIO What is the reason of this terrible summons? 85 What is the matter there?	BRABANTIO What’s the reason for this horrible shouting? What’s the matter?
RODERIGO Signior, is all your family within?	RODERIGO Sir, is everyone in your family at home?
IAGO Are your doors locked?	IAGO Are your doors locked?
BRABANTIO Why, wherefore ask you this?	BRABANTIO Why are you asking me that?
IAGO Zounds, sir, you’re robbed! For shame, put on your gown. Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul. 90 Even now, now, 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 grandsire of you. Arise, I say!	IAGO For God’s sake, sir, you’ve been robbed. Get dressed. Your heart’s going to break. It’s like half your soul’s been ripped out. At this very minute an old black ram is having sex with your little white lamb. Wake up, wake up, ring a bell and wake up all the snoring citizens. If you wait too long you’ll have black grandchildren. Get up, I tell you!
BRABANTIO What, have you lost your wits?	BRABANTIO Are you crazy?
RODERIGO 95 Most reverend signior, do you know my voice?	RODERIGO Do you recognize my voice, noble lord?
BRABANTIO Not I. What are you?	BRABANTIO Not me. Who are you?
RODERIGO My name is Roderigo.	RODERIGO My name’s Roderigo.
BRABANTIO The worser welcome. I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors. 100 In honest plainness thou hast heard me say My daughter is not for thee. And now in madness, Being full of supper and distempering drafts, Upon malicious knavery dost thou come To start my quiet?	BRABANTIO I told you not to hang around my house. I’ve already told you quite plainly that my daughter will never marry you. Now you come here drunk to make trouble and startle me out of a sound sleep?
RODERIGO 105 Sir, sir, sir—	RODERIGO Sir, sir, sir—
BRABANTIO But thou must needs be sure My spirits and my place have in their power To make this bitter to thee.	BRABANTIO You know I’m powerful enough to make you pay for this.
RODERIGO Patience, good sir.	RODERIGO Please wait, sir.
BRABANTIO What tell’st thou me of robbing? This is Venice, 110 My house is not a grange.	BRABANTIO Why are you talking about robbery? This is Venice. My house isn’t in some remote countryside.
RODERIGO Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you—	RODERIGO Brabantio, with all due respect, I’m here out of courtesy and good will. I’ve come to tell you—
IAGO Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service and you think we are ruffians, you’ll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse. You’ll have your nephews neigh to you. You’ll have coursers for cousins and gennets for germans.	IAGO My God, sir, you’re stubborn and suspicious. We come here to help you and you treat us like thugs, but you let an African horse climb all over your daughter. Your grandsons will neigh to you like horses. Your whole family will be ruined.
BRABANTIO What profane wretch art thou?	BRABANTIO What kind of crude jerk are you?
IAGO I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.	IAGO The kind that tells you that the Moor is having sex with your daughter right now.
BRABANTIO Thou art a villain!	BRABANTIO You’re a villain!
IAGO You are a senator!	IAGO You’re a senator!
BRABANTIO This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Roderigo.	BRABANTIO You’re going to pay for this, Roderigo. I know who you are.
RODERIGO Sir, I will answer any thing. But, I beseech you, If’t be your pleasure and most wise consent 120 (As partly I find it is) that your fair daughter At this odd-even and dull watch o' th' night	RODERIGO I’ll answer for everything. I don’t know if you know or approve of this, but in the wee hours of the morning your daughter left your house, with no better escort than a hired gondolier, to go into the rough embrace of a lustful Moor. If all of this happened with your
Transported with no worse nor better guard But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier, To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor, 125 If this be known to you and your allowance, We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs. 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, 130 I thus would play and trifle with your reverence. Your daughter (if you have not given her leave) I say again, hath made a gross revolt, Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes In an extravagant and wheeling stranger 135 Of here and everywhere. 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.	approval, then we’ve been very rude to bother you like this. But if you didn’t know about it, then you were wrong to get mad at us. I’d never play pranks on you. If you didn’t allow your daughter to do what she’s doing, then she’s rebelling against you. She’s throwing her life away on some stranger. Go ahead, see for yourself if she’s in her bedroom. If she is, you can sue me for lying to you.
BRABANTIO Strike on the tinder, ho! Give me a taper, call up all my people! 140 This accident is not unlike my dream, Belief of it oppresses me already. Light, I say, light!	BRABANTIO Light the candles! Wake up my whole household! I dreamt about this. I’m starting to worry it’s true. Give me some light!
Exit above	BRABANTIO exits.
IAGO (to RODERIGO) Farewell, for I must leave you. It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, 145 To be producted (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 cast him, for he’s embarked With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars 150 (Which even now stand in act) that, for their souls, Another of his fathom they have none To lead their business. In which regard,	IAGO (to RODERIGO) It’s time for me to say goodbye to you. It would be inappropriate—dangerous, even—for me to be seen working against the Moor, as I would if I stayed. The Venetian government might reprimand him for this, but it can’t safely get rid of him, since it needs him urgently for the imminent Cyprus wars. They couldn’t find another man with his abilities to lead their armed forces—not if their souls depended on it. I hate him, but I’ve got to show him signs of loyalty
Though I do hate him as I do hell pains, Yet for necessity of present life 155 I must show out a flag and sign of love, (Which is indeed but sign). That you shall surely find him, Lead to the Sagittary the raisèd search, And there will I be with him. So farewell.	and affection, even if it’s just an act. If you want to find him, send the search party to the Sagittarius Inn. He and I will be there.
Exit	IAGO exits.
Enter BRABANTIO , with servants and torches	BRABANTIO enters with servants and torches.
BRABANTIO It is too true an evil. Gone she is. 160 And what’s to come of my despisèd time Is naught but bitterness. Now, Roderigo, Where didst thou see her?—Oh, unhappy girl!— With the Moor, say’st thou?—Who would be a father?— How didst thou know ’twas she?—Oh, she deceives me Past thought!—What said she to you?—Get more tapers, Raise all my kindred. Are they married, think you?	BRABANTIO It’s true. She’s gone. The rest of my life will be nothing but bitterness. Now, Roderigo, where did you see her?—Oh, that miserable wretch!—You say you saw her with the Moor?—Oh, who would want to be a father?—How did you know it was her?—To think she tricked me so easily!—What did she say to you?—Get me more candles, and wake up all my relatives. Do you think they’re married?
RODERIGO Truly, I think they are.	RODERIGO Yes, I really think so.
BRABANTIO Oh, heaven, how got she out? Oh, treason of the blood! Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds 170 By what you see them act. Is there not charms By which the property of youth and maidhood May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo, Of some such thing?	BRABANTIO Oh, heaven, how did she get out? My own flesh and blood rebels against me! Fathers, never trust your daughters just because they act obedient and innocent. Are there magic spells that can lead young virgins astray? Have you ever heard of anything like that, Roderigo?
RODERIGO Yes, sir, I have indeed.	RODERIGO Yes, sir, I have.
BRABANTIO Call up my brother—Oh, would you had had her! 175 Some one way, some another. Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?	BRABANTIO Call my brother.—Now I wish you’d married her!—Some of you go one way, some the other way.—Do you know where we can find her and the Moor?
RODERIGO I think I can discover him, if you please To get good guard and go along with me.	RODERIGO I think I can find him. Get together a group of armed men and follow me.
BRABANTIO Pray you lead on. At every house I’ll call. 180 I may command at most.—Get weapons, ho! And raise some special officers of might.— On, good Roderigo. I will deserve your pains.	BRABANTIO Lead the way. I’ll stop at every house. I’m respected enough that most of them will do what I say.—Get your weapons! And get the officers who guard the city at night.—Let’s go, Roderigo. I’ll reward you for your troubles.
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Enter RODERIGO and IAGO	RODERIGO and IAGO enter.
RODERIGO Tush! Never tell me. I take it much unkindly That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.	RODERIGO Come on, don’t tell me that. I don’t like it that you knew about this, Iago. All this time I’ve thought you were such a good friend that I’ve let you spend my money as if it was yours.
IAGO 'Sblood, but you’ll not hear me! If ever I did dream of such a matter, abhor me.	IAGO Damn it, you’re not listening to me! I never dreamed this was happening—if you find out I did, you can go ahead and hate me.
RODERIGO Thou told’st me Thou didst hold him in thy hate.	RODERIGO You told me you hated him.
IAGO Despise me If I do not. Three great ones of the city 10 (In personal suit to make me his lieutenant) Off-capped to him, and by the faith of man I know my price, I am worth no worse a place. But he (as loving his own pride and purposes) Evades them with a bombast circumstance 15 Horribly stuffed with epithets of war, And in conclusion Nonsuits my mediators. For “Certes,” says he, “I have already chose my officer.” And what was he? 20 Forsooth, a great arithmetician, One Michael Cassio, a Florentine (A fellow almost damned in a fair wife) That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows 25 More than a spinster—unless the bookish theoric,	IAGO I do hate him They’re talking about Othello, though they never mention his name. him, I swear. Three of Venice’s most important noblemen took their hats off to him and asked him humbly to make me his lieutenant, the second in command. And I know my own worth well enough to know I deserve that position. But he wants to have things his own way, so he sidesteps the issue with a lot of military talk and refuses their request. “I’ve already chosen my lieutenant,” he says. And who does he choose? A guy who knows more about numbers than fighting! This guy from Florence named Michael Cassio. He has a pretty wife but he can’t even control her. And he’s definitely never commanded men in battle. He’s got no more hands-on knowledge of warfare than an old woman—unless you count what he’s read in books,
Wherein the toged consuls can propose As masterly as he. Mere prattle without practice Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had th' election And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof 30 At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other grounds Christian and heathen, must be belee’d and calmed By debitor and creditor. This counter-caster He (in good time) must his lieutenant be And I, bless the mark, his Moorship’s ancient.	which any peace-lover can do. His military understanding is all theory, no practice. But Cassio’s been chosen over me. My career is cut short by some bookkeeper, even though the general saw my fighting skills first-hand in Rhodes and Cyprus. This accountant is now lieutenant, while I end up as the Moor’s Moor = North African Moor’s flag-bearer.
RODERIGO 35 By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.	RODERIGO By God, I’d rather be his executioner.
IAGO Why, there’s no remedy. 'Tis the curse of service. Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to th' first. Now sir, be judge yourself, 40 Whether I in any just term am affined To love the Moor.	IAGO And there’s nothing I can do about it. That’s the curse of military service. You get promoted when someone likes you, not because you’re next in line. Now, you tell me: should I feel loyal to the Moor?
RODERIGO I would not follow him then.	RODERIGO If you don’t like him you should quit.
IAGO O sir, content you. I follow him to serve my turn upon him. 45 We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed. You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave That (doting on his own obsequious bondage) Wears out his time much like his master’s ass 50 For naught but provender, and when he’s old, cashiered. Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are Who, trimmed in forms and visages of duty, Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, 55 Do well thrive by them. And when they have lined their coats, Do themselves homage. These fellows have some soul,	IAGO No, calm down. I’m serving under him to take advantage of him. We can’t all be masters, and not all masters should be followed. Look at all the devoted servants who work for their masters their whole lives for nothing but their food, and then when they get old they’re terminated. They ought to be whipped for being so stupid. But then there’s another kind of servant who looks dutiful and devoted, but who’s really looking out for himself. By pretending to serve their lords, these men get rich, and when they’ve saved up enough they can be their own masters. Guys like that have soul,
And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago. 60 In following him, I follow but myself. Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so, for my peculiar end. For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart 65 In compliment extern, ’tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. I am not what I am.	and that’s the kind of guy I am. Let me tell you, as sure as your name’s Roderigo, if I were the Moor I wouldn’t want to be Iago. I may seem to love and obey him, but in fact, I’m just serving him to get what I want. If my outward appearance started reflecting what I really felt, soon enough I’d be wearing my heart on my sleeve for birds to peck at. No, it’s better to hide it. I’m not who I appear to be.
RODERIGO What a full fortune does the Thick-lips owe If he can carry’t thus!	RODERIGO Thick-lips “Thick-lips” is a racial slur toward the Moor, Othello. Thick-lips sure is lucky if he can pull this off!
IAGO Call up her father. 70 Rouse him. Make after him, Poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets. Incense her kinsmen, 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, 75 As it may lose some color.	IAGO Let’s shout up to Desdemona’s father, wake him, pester him, spoil his happiness, spread rumors about him in the streets, enrage his relatives, and irritate him endlessly. However real his happiness is, it will vanish in light of this.
RODERIGO Here is her father’s house, I’ll call aloud.	RODERIGO Here’s her father’s house. I’ll call out.
IAGO Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities.	IAGO Do it, and shout like the city’s on fire.
RODERIGO 80 What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!	RODERIGO Hey, Brabantio! Signor Brabantio, hey!
IAGO Awake! What, ho, Brabantio! Thieves! Thieves! Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! Thieves! thieves!	IAGO Wake up, Brabantio! Wake up! Thieves! Thieves! Check on your daughter, your house, your money! Thieves! Thieves!
Enter BRABANTIO , above	BRABANTIO enters, above.
BRABANTIO What is the reason of this terrible summons? 85 What is the matter there?	BRABANTIO What’s the reason for this horrible shouting? What’s the matter?
RODERIGO Signior, is all your family within?	RODERIGO Sir, is everyone in your family at home?
IAGO Are your doors locked?	IAGO Are your doors locked?
BRABANTIO Why, wherefore ask you this?	BRABANTIO Why are you asking me that?
IAGO Zounds, sir, you’re robbed! For shame, put on your gown. Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul. 90 Even now, now, 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 grandsire of you. Arise, I say!	IAGO For God’s sake, sir, you’ve been robbed. Get dressed. Your heart’s going to break. It’s like half your soul’s been ripped out. At this very minute an old black ram is having sex with your little white lamb. Wake up, wake up, ring a bell and wake up all the snoring citizens. If you wait too long you’ll have black grandchildren. Get up, I tell you!
BRABANTIO What, have you lost your wits?	BRABANTIO Are you crazy?
RODERIGO 95 Most reverend signior, do you know my voice?	RODERIGO Do you recognize my voice, noble lord?
BRABANTIO Not I. What are you?	BRABANTIO Not me. Who are you?
RODERIGO My name is Roderigo.	RODERIGO My name’s Roderigo.
BRABANTIO The worser welcome. I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors. 100 In honest plainness thou hast heard me say My daughter is not for thee. And now in madness, Being full of supper and distempering drafts, Upon malicious knavery dost thou come To start my quiet?	BRABANTIO I told you not to hang around my house. I’ve already told you quite plainly that my daughter will never marry you. Now you come here drunk to make trouble and startle me out of a sound sleep?
RODERIGO 105 Sir, sir, sir—	RODERIGO Sir, sir, sir—
BRABANTIO But thou must needs be sure My spirits and my place have in their power To make this bitter to thee.	BRABANTIO You know I’m powerful enough to make you pay for this.
RODERIGO Patience, good sir.	RODERIGO Please wait, sir.
BRABANTIO What tell’st thou me of robbing? This is Venice, 110 My house is not a grange.	BRABANTIO Why are you talking about robbery? This is Venice. My house isn’t in some remote countryside.
RODERIGO Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you—	RODERIGO Brabantio, with all due respect, I’m here out of courtesy and good will. I’ve come to tell you—
IAGO Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service and you think we are ruffians, you’ll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse. You’ll have your nephews neigh to you. You’ll have coursers for cousins and gennets for germans.	IAGO My God, sir, you’re stubborn and suspicious. We come here to help you and you treat us like thugs, but you let an African horse climb all over your daughter. Your grandsons will neigh to you like horses. Your whole family will be ruined.
BRABANTIO What profane wretch art thou?	BRABANTIO What kind of crude jerk are you?
IAGO I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.	IAGO The kind that tells you that the Moor is having sex with your daughter right now.
BRABANTIO Thou art a villain!	BRABANTIO You’re a villain!
IAGO You are a senator!	IAGO You’re a senator!
BRABANTIO This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Roderigo.	BRABANTIO You’re going to pay for this, Roderigo. I know who you are.
RODERIGO Sir, I will answer any thing. But, I beseech you, If’t be your pleasure and most wise consent 120 (As partly I find it is) that your fair daughter At this odd-even and dull watch o' th' night	RODERIGO I’ll answer for everything. I don’t know if you know or approve of this, but in the wee hours of the morning your daughter left your house, with no better escort than a hired gondolier, to go into the rough embrace of a lustful Moor. If all of this happened with your
Transported with no worse nor better guard But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier, To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor, 125 If this be known to you and your allowance, We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs. 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, 130 I thus would play and trifle with your reverence. Your daughter (if you have not given her leave) I say again, hath made a gross revolt, Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes In an extravagant and wheeling stranger 135 Of here and everywhere. 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.	approval, then we’ve been very rude to bother you like this. But if you didn’t know about it, then you were wrong to get mad at us. I’d never play pranks on you. If you didn’t allow your daughter to do what she’s doing, then she’s rebelling against you. She’s throwing her life away on some stranger. Go ahead, see for yourself if she’s in her bedroom. If she is, you can sue me for lying to you.
BRABANTIO Strike on the tinder, ho! Give me a taper, call up all my people! 140 This accident is not unlike my dream, Belief of it oppresses me already. Light, I say, light!	BRABANTIO Light the candles! Wake up my whole household! I dreamt about this. I’m starting to worry it’s true. Give me some light!
Exit above	BRABANTIO exits.
IAGO (to RODERIGO) Farewell, for I must leave you. It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, 145 To be producted (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 cast him, for he’s embarked With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars 150 (Which even now stand in act) that, for their souls, Another of his fathom they have none To lead their business. In which regard,	IAGO (to RODERIGO) It’s time for me to say goodbye to you. It would be inappropriate—dangerous, even—for me to be seen working against the Moor, as I would if I stayed. The Venetian government might reprimand him for this, but it can’t safely get rid of him, since it needs him urgently for the imminent Cyprus wars. They couldn’t find another man with his abilities to lead their armed forces—not if their souls depended on it. I hate him, but I’ve got to show him signs of loyalty
Though I do hate him as I do hell pains, Yet for necessity of present life 155 I must show out a flag and sign of love, (Which is indeed but sign). That you shall surely find him, Lead to the Sagittary the raisèd search, And there will I be with him. So farewell.	and affection, even if it’s just an act. If you want to find him, send the search party to the Sagittarius Inn. He and I will be there.
Exit	IAGO exits.
Enter BRABANTIO , with servants and torches	BRABANTIO enters with servants and torches.
BRABANTIO It is too true an evil. Gone she is. 160 And what’s to come of my despisèd time Is naught but bitterness. Now, Roderigo, Where didst thou see her?—Oh, unhappy girl!— With the Moor, say’st thou?—Who would be a father?— How didst thou know ’twas she?—Oh, she deceives me Past thought!—What said she to you?—Get more tapers, Raise all my kindred. Are they married, think you?	BRABANTIO It’s true. She’s gone. The rest of my life will be nothing but bitterness. Now, Roderigo, where did you see her?—Oh, that miserable wretch!—You say you saw her with the Moor?—Oh, who would want to be a father?—How did you know it was her?—To think she tricked me so easily!—What did she say to you?—Get me more candles, and wake up all my relatives. Do you think they’re married?
RODERIGO Truly, I think they are.	RODERIGO Yes, I really think so.
BRABANTIO Oh, heaven, how got she out? Oh, treason of the blood! Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds 170 By what you see them act. Is there not charms By which the property of youth and maidhood May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo, Of some such thing?	BRABANTIO Oh, heaven, how did she get out? My own flesh and blood rebels against me! Fathers, never trust your daughters just because they act obedient and innocent. Are there magic spells that can lead young virgins astray? Have you ever heard of anything like that, Roderigo?
RODERIGO Yes, sir, I have indeed.	RODERIGO Yes, sir, I have.
BRABANTIO Call up my brother—Oh, would you had had her! 175 Some one way, some another. Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?	BRABANTIO Call my brother.—Now I wish you’d married her!—Some of you go one way, some the other way.—Do you know where we can find her and the Moor?
RODERIGO I think I can discover him, if you please To get good guard and go along with me.	RODERIGO I think I can find him. Get together a group of armed men and follow me.
BRABANTIO Pray you lead on. At every house I’ll call. 180 I may command at most.—Get weapons, ho! And raise some special officers of might.— On, good Roderigo. I will deserve your pains.	BRABANTIO Lead the way. I’ll stop at every house. I’m respected enough that most of them will do what I say.—Get your weapons! And get the officers who guard the city at night.—Let’s go, Roderigo. I’ll reward you for your troubles.
Exeunt	They exit