Enter RODERIGO and IAGO.
1 Tush! never tell me; I take it much unkindly
2 That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse
3 As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
4 'Sblood, but you will not hear me:
5 If ever I did dream of such a matter,
6 Abhor me.
7 Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.
8 Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city,
9 In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
10 Off-capp'd to him: and, by the faith of man,
11 I know my price, I am worth no worse a place.
12 But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,
13 Evades them, with a bombast circumstance
14 Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war;
15 And, in conclusion,
16 Nonsuits my mediators; for, "Certes," says he,
17 "I have already chose my officer."
18 And what was he?
19 Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
20 One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
21 A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife,
22 That never set a squadron in the field,
23 Nor the division of a battle knows
24 More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric,
25 Wherein the toged consuls can propose
26 As masterly as he. Mere prattle, without practise,
27 Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election:
28 And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof
29 At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds
30 Christian and heathen, must be be-lee'd and calm'd
31 By debitor and creditor this counter-caster,
32 He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
33 And I God bless the mark! his Moorship's ancient.
34 By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.
35 Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service,
36 Preferment goes by letter and affection,
37 And not by old gradation, where each second
38 Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself,
39 Whether I in any just term am affined
40 To love the Moor.
40 I would not follow him then.
41 O, sir, content you;
42 I follow him to serve my turn upon him.
43 We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
44 Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark
45 Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
46 That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
47 Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
48 For nought but provender, and when he's old, cashier'd:
49 Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are
50 Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
51 Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves,
52 And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
53 Do well thrive by them and when they have lin'd their coats
54 Do themselves homage. These fellows have some soul;
55 And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir,
56 It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
57 Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago.
58 In following him, I follow but myself;
59 Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
60 But seeming so, for my peculiar end:
61 For when my outward action doth demonstrate
62 The native act and figure of my heart
63 In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
64 But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
65 For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
66 What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe
67 If he can carry't thus!
67 Call up her father,
68 Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight,
69 Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen,
70 And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
71 Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy,
72 Yet throw such changes of vexation on't,
73 As it may lose some color.
74 Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud.
75 Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell
76 As when, by night and negligence, the fire
77 Is spied in populous cities.
78 What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!
79 Awake! what, ho, Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves!
80 Look to your house, your daughter and your bags!
81 Thieves! thieves!
[Enter BRABANTIO] above [at a window].
82 What is the reason of this terrible summons?
83 What is the matter there?
84 Signior, is all your family within?
85 Are your doors lock'd?
85 Why, wherefore ask you this?
86 'Zounds, sir, you're robb'd; for shame, put on your gown;
87 Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;
88 Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
89 Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise;
90 Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
91 Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you:
92 Arise, I say.
92 What, have you lost your wits?
93 Most reverend signior, do you know my voice?
94 Not I; what are you?
95 My name is Roderigo.
95 The worser welcome:
96 I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors:
97 In honest plainness thou hast heard me say
98 My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness,
99 Being full of supper and distempering draughts,
100 Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come
101 To start my quiet.
102 Sir, sir, sir,
102 But thou must needs be sure
103 My spirit and my place have in them power
104 To make this bitter to thee.
104 Patience, good sir.
105 What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice;
106 My house is not a grange.
106 Most grave Brabantio,
107 In simple and pure soul I come to you.
108 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not
109 serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to
110 do you service and you think we are ruffians, you'll
111 have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse;
112 you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have
113 coursers for cousins and gennets for germans.
114 What profane wretch art thou?
115 I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter
116 and the Moor are now making the beast with two
118 Thou art a villain.
118 You are a senator.
119 This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Roderigo.
120 Sir, I will answer any thing. But, I beseech you,
121 If't be your pleasure and most wise consent,
122 As partly I find it is, that your fair daughter,
123 At this odd-even and dull watch o' the night,
124 Transported, with no worse nor better guard
125 But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
126 To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor
127 If this be known to you and your allowance,
128 We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs;
129 But if you know not this, my manners tell me
130 We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe
131 That, from the sense of all civility,
132 I thus would play and trifle with your reverence:
133 Your daughter, if you have not given her leave,
134 I say again, hath made a gross revolt;
135 Tying her duty, beauty, wit and fortunes
136 In an extravagant and wheeling stranger
137 Of here and every where. Straight satisfy yourself:
138 If she be in her chamber or your house,
139 Let loose on me the justice of the state
140 For thus deluding you.
140 Strike on the tinder, ho!
141 Give me a taper! call up all my people!
142 This accident is not unlike my dream:
143 Belief of it oppresses me already.
144 Light, I say! light!
144 Farewell; for I must leave you:
145 It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
146 To be produced as, if I stay, I shall
147 Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state,
148 How ever this may gall him with some check,
149 Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embark'd
150 With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars,
151 Which even now stand in act, that, for their souls,
152 Another of his fathom they have none,
153 To lead their business; in which regard,
154 Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains,
155 Yet, for necessity of present life,
156 I must show out a flag and sign of love,
157 Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,
158 Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;
159 And there will I be with him. So, farewell.
Enter [below] BRABANTIO,
with SERVANTS and torches.
160 It is too true an evil: gone she is;
161 And what's to come of my despised time
162 Is nought but bitterness. Now, Roderigo,
163 Where didst thou see her? O unhappy girl!
164 With the Moor, say'st thou? Who would be a father!
165 How didst thou know 'twas she? O she deceives me
166 Past thought! What said she to you? Get moe tapers:
167 Raise all my kindred. Are they married, think you?
168 Truly, I think they are.
169 O heaven! How got she out? O treason of the blood!
170 Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds
171 By what you see them act. Is there not charms
172 By which the property of youth and maidhood
173 May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,
174 Of some such thing?
174 Yes, sir, I have indeed.
175 Call up my brother. O, would you had had her!
176 Some one way, some another. Do you know
177 Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?
178 I think I can discover him, if you please,
179 To get good guard and go along with me.
180 Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call;
181 I may command at most. Get weapons, ho!
182 And raise some special officers of night.
183 On, good Roderigo: I'll deserve your pains.