¶Bra. This thou
shalt an
swer, I know thee
Roderigo.
¶Rod. Sir, I will an
swer any thing: But I be
seech you,
¶If
she be in her chamber, or your hou
se,
¶Let loo
se on me the Iu
stice of the
state,
¶Bra. Strike on the tinder, Ho:
155Giue me a taper, call vp all my people:
¶This accident is not vnlike my dreame,
¶Beleefe of it oppre
sses me already:
¶Iag. Farewell, for I mu
st leaue you,
160It
seemes not meete, nor whole
some to my pate,
¶To be produc'd, as if I
stay I
shall
¶Again
st the Moore, for I doe know the
state,
¶How euer this may gaule him with
some checke,
¶Cannot with
safety ca
st him, for hee's imbark'd,
165With
such loud rea
son, to the Cipres warres,
¶Which euen now
stands in act, that for their
soules,
¶Another of his fathome, they haue not
¶To leade their bu
sine
sse, in which regard,
¶Tho I doe hate him, as I doe hells paines,
170Yet for nece
ssity of pre
sent life,
¶I mu
st
shew out a flag, and
signe of loue,
¶Which is indeed but
signe, that you
shall
surely
Finde him: lead to the Sagittar, the raised search,
¶And there will I be with him. So farewell.
175Enter Barbantio in his night gowne, and seruants
¶Bra. It is too true an euill, gone
she is,
¶And what's to come, of my de
spi
sed time,
¶Is nought but bitterne
sse now
Roderigo,
¶Where did
st thou
see her; O vnhappy girle,
180With the Moore
sai
st thou? who would be a father?
¶How did
st thou know twas
she? O thou deceiue
st me
¶Pa
st thought: what
said
she to you? get more tapers,
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