1.2.0.1203Enter Othello, Iago, [and] attendants, with torches. Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
1.2.2205Yet do I hold it very stuff o'th'conscience
1.2.3206To do no contrived murder; I lack iniquity
1.2.4207Sometime to do me service. Nine or ten times
1.2.5208I had thought t'have yerked him here under the ribs.
'Tis better as it is.
'Tis better as it is. Nay, but he prated,
1.2.7211And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
1.2.10213I did full hard forbear him. But I pray you, sir,
1.2.11214Are you fast married? Be assured of this,
1.2.13216And hath in his effect a voice potential
1.2.14217As double as the duke's. He will divorce you,
1.2.15218Or put upon you what restraint or grievance
1.2.16219The law, with all his might to enforce it on,
Will give him cable. Let him do his spite;
1.2.18222My services, which I have done the signory,
1.2.19223Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know--
1.2.20224Which, when I know that boasting is an honor,
1.2.21225I shall promulgate--I fetch my life and being
1.2.22226From men of royal siege; and my demerits
1.2.23227May speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune
1.2.24228As this that I have reached. For know, Iago,
1.2.25229But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
1.2.26230I would not my unhousèd free condition
1.2.27231Put into circumscription and confine
1.2.28232For the sea's worth. But look, what lights come yond?
1.2.29233Enter Cassio [and officers] with torches. Those are the raisèd father and his friends;
You were best go in. Not I. I must be found.
1.2.32237My parts, my title, and my perfect soul
1.2.33238Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?
By Janus, I think no.
The servants of the duke?
241And my lieutenant?
1.2.36242The goodness of the night upon you, friends.
What is the news? The duke does greet you, general,
1.2.38245And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance,
Even on the instant. What is the matter, think you?
Something from Cyprus, as I may divine.
1.2.41249It is a business of some heat. The galleys
1.2.42250Have sent a dozen sequent messengers
1.2.43251This very night at one another's heels,
1.2.44252And many of the consuls, raised and met,
1.2.45253Are at the duke's already. You have been hotly called for,
1.2.46254When, being not at your lodging to be found,
1.2.47255The Senate hath sent about three several quests
To search you out. 'Tis well I am found by you.
1.2.49258I will but spend a word here in the house
And go with you. Ancient, what makes he here?
Faith, he tonight hath boarded a land carrack.
1.2.52262If it prove lawful prize, he's made forever.
I do not understand.
I do not understand. He's married.
I do not understand. He's married. To who?
Marry to--
Marry to-- Come captain, will you go?
Marry to-- Come captain, will you go? Have with you.
Here comes another troop to seek for you.
1.2.56269Enter Brabantio, Roderigo, [and] officers [with] torches [and weapons]. It is Brabantio. General, be advised;
He comes to bad intent. Holla, stand there.
Signor, it is the Moor.
Signor, it is the Moor. Down with him, thief.
You, Roderigo? Come, sir, I am for you.
Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will
277rust them. Good signor, you shall more command with years than with your weapons.
O thou foul thief,
280where hast thou stowed my daughter?
1.2.63281Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;
1.2.64282For I'll refer me to all things of sense
1.2.65283If she in chains of magic were not bound,
1.2.66284Whether a maid so tender, fair, and happy,
1.2.67285So opposite to marriage that she shunned
1.2.68286The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,
1.2.69287Would ever have, t'incur a general mock,
1.2.70288Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
1.2.71289Of such a thing as thou--to fear, not to delight.
1.2.72290Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense
1.2.73291That thou hast practiced on her with foul charms,
1.2.74292Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals
1.2.75293That weaken motion. I'll have't disputed on--
1.2.76294'Tis probable and palpable to thinking.
1.2.77295I therefore apprehend and do attach thee
1.2.78296For an abuser of the world, a practiser
1.2.79297Of arts inhibited and out of warrant.
Subdue him at his peril. Hold your hands,
1.2.82301Both you of my inclining and the rest.
1.2.83302Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it
1.2.84303Without a prompter. Whither will you that I go
To answer this your charge? To prison, till fit time
Call thee to answer. What if I do obey?
1.2.88309How may the duke be therewith satisfied,
1.2.89310Whose messengers are here about my side
1.2.90311Upon some present business of the state
To bring me to him? 'Tis true, most worthy signor.
1.2.92314The duke's in council, and your noble self
I am sure is sent for. How? The duke in council?
1.2.94317In this time of the night? Bring him away!
1.2.95318Mine's not an idle cause. The duke himself,
1.2.97320Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own;
1.2.98321For if such actions may have passage free,
1.2.99322Bondslaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.