6161And
such a one doe I profe
sse my
selfe, ---- for
sir,
6262It is as
sure as you are
Roderigo,
6363Were I the Moore, I would not be
Iago:
6464In following him, I follow but my
selfe.
6565Heauen is my iudge, not I,
66For loue and duty, but
seeming
so,
6768For when my outward a
ction does demon
strate
6869The natiue a
ct, and
figure of my heart,
6970In complement externe, tis not long after,
7071But I will weare my heart vpon my
sleeue,
7172For Doues to pecke at,
7274Rod. What a full fortune does the thicklips owe,
7375If he can carry'et thus?
7476Ia. Call vp her father,
7577Row
se him, make after him, poy
son his delight,
7678Proclaime him in the
streete, incen
se her Kin
smen,
7779And tho he in a fertile climate dwell,
7880Plague him with
flyes
: tho that his ioy be ioy,
7981Yet throw
such changes of vexation out,
8082As it may loo
se
some colour.
8183Rod Here is her fathers hou
se, Ile call aloud.
8284Ia. Doe with like timerous accent, and dire yell,
8385As when by night and negligence, the
fire
8486Is
spied in populous Citties.
8587Rod. What ho,
Brabantio; Seignior
Brabantio, ho,
8688Ia. Awake, what ho,
Brabantio,
89Theeues, theeues, theeues
: 8790Looke to your hou
se, you Daughter, and your bags.
8992Brabantio at a window. 93Brab. What is the rea
son of this terrible
summons?
9094What is the matter there?
9195Rod. Seignior, is all your family within?
9296Ia. Are all doore lockts?
Brab.
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