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Roderigo
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.
Iago 'Sblood, but you will not hear me: If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me.
Roderigo
Roderigo. Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.
Iago But he, sir, had the election: And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds Christian and heathen, must be be-lee'd and calm'd By debitor and creditor: this counter-caster, He, in good time, must his lieutenant be, And I--God bless the mark!--his Moorship's ancient.
Roderigo
Roderigo. By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.
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 the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself, Whether I in any just term am affined To love the Moor.
Roderigo
Roderigo. I would not follow him then.
Iago For, sir, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: 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 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.
Roderigo
Roderigo. What a full fortune does the thicklips owe If he can carry't thus!
Iago Call up her father, 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, As it may lose some colour.
Roderigo
Roderigo. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud.
Iago Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities.
Roderigo
Roderigo. What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!
Brabantio What is the reason of this terrible summons? What is the matter there?
Roderigo
Roderigo. Signior, is all your family within?
Brabantio What, have you lost your wits?
Roderigo
Roderigo. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice?
Brabantio Not I what are you?
Roderigo
Roderigo. My name is Roderigo.
Brabantio The worser welcome: I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors: In honest plainness thou hast heard me say My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, Being full of supper and distempering draughts, Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come To start my quiet.
Roderigo
Roderigo. Sir, sir, sir,--
Brabantio But thou must needs be sure My spirit and my place have in them power To make this bitter to thee.
Roderigo
Roderigo. Patience, good sir.
Brabantio What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice; My house is not a grange.
Roderigo
Roderigo. Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you.
Brabantio This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Roderigo.
Roderigo
Roderigo. Sir, I will answer any thing.
But, I beseech you, If't be your pleasure and most wise consent, As partly I find it is, that your fair daughter, At this odd-even and dull watch o' the night, Transported, with no worse nor better guard But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier, To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor-- 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, 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 Of here and every where.
Straight satisfy yourself: If she be in her chamber or your house, Let loose on me the justice of the state For thus deludying you.
Brabantio It is too true an evil: gone she is; And what's to come of my despised time Is nought but bitterness. Now, Roderigo, Where didst thou see her? O unhappy girl! With the Moor, say'st thou? Who would be a father! How didst thou know 'twas she? O she deceives me Past thought! What said she to you? Get more tapers: Raise all my kindred. Are they married, think you?
Roderigo
Roderigo. Truly, I think they are.
Brabantio O heaven! How got she out? O treason of the blood! Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds 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?
Roderigo
Roderigo. Yes, sir, I have indeed.
Brabantio Call up my brother. O, would you had had her! Some one way, some another. Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?
Roderigo
Roderigo. I think I can discover him, if you please, To get good guard and go along with me.