Is nought but bitterness. Now, Roderigo,
Where didst thou see her? O unhappy girl!
With the Moor, sayst thou? Who would be a father!
How didst thou know 'twas she? Oh, she deceives me
Past thought. What said she to you? Get more tapers!
Raise all my kindred! Are they married, think you?
RODERIGO. Truly, I think they are.
BRABANTIO. O Heaven! How got she out? Oh, trea-son 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. Yes, sir, I have indeed.
BRABANTIO. Call up my brother. Oh, would you had
Some one way, some another! Do you know
Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?
RODERIGO. I think I can discover him, if you please To get good guard and go along with me.
BRABANTIO. Pray, lead me on. At every house I'll call,
I may command at most. Get weapons, ho!
And raise some special officers of night.
On, good Roderigo. I'll deserve your pains.
[Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and ATTENDANTS with torches.]
IAGO. Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' th' conscience
To do no contrived murder. I lack iniquity
Sometimes to do me service. Nine or ten times
I had thought t' have yerked him here under the ribs.
OTHELLO. 'Tis better as it is.
IAGO. Nay, but he prated,
And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
Against your Honor
That with the little godliness I have
I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir,
Are you fast married? Be assured of this,
That the magnifico is much beloved,
And hath in his effect a voice potential
As double as the Duke's. He will divorce you,