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RODERIGOTush! 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:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 5If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me.
RODERIGOThou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.
IAGODespise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city,
In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
Off-capp'd to him: and, by the faith of man,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 10I know my price, I am worth no worse a place:
But he; as loving his own pride and purposes,
Evades them, with a bombast circumstance
Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war;
And, in conclusion,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 15Nonsuits my mediators; for, 'Certes,' says he,
'I have already chose my officer.'
And what was he?
Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 20A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife;
That never set a squadron in the field,
Nor the division of a battle knows
More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric,
Wherein the toged consuls can propose
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 25As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practise,
Is all his soldiership. 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30By debitor and creditor: this counter-caster,
He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
And I — God bless the mark! — his Moorship's ancient.
RODERIGOBy heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.
IAGOWhy, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35Preferment 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.
RODERIGOAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 40I would not follow him then.
IAGOO, sir, content you;
I follow him to serve my turn upon him:
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 45Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
For nought but provender, and when he's old, cashier'd:
Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 50Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves,
And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
Do well thrive by them and when they have lined
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 55Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul;
And such a one do I profess myself. 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;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 60Heaven 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
RODERIGOWhat a full fortune does the thicklips owe
If he can carry't thus!
IAGOCall up her father,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 70Rouse 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 75As it may lose some colour.
RODERIGOHere is her father's house; I'll call aloud.
IAGODo, with like timorous accent and dire yell
As when, by night and negligence, the fire
Is spied in populous cities.
RODERIGOAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 80What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!
IAGOAwake! what, ho, Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves!
Look to your house, your daughter and your bags!
BRABANTIOWhat is the reason of this terrible summons?
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 85What is the matter there?
RODERIGOSignior, is all your family within?
IAGOAre your doors lock'd?
BRABANTIOWhy, wherefore ask you this?
IAGO'Zounds, sir, you're robb'd; for shame, put on
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 90your gown;
Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;
Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
Is topping your white ewe. Arise, arise;
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 95Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you:
Arise, I say.
BRABANTIOWhat, have you lost your wits?
RODERIGOMost reverend signior, do you know my voice?
BRABANTIONot I what are you?
RODERIGOAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 100My name is Roderigo.
BRABANTIOThe 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 105Being full of supper and distempering draughts,
Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come
To start my quiet.
RODERIGOSir, sir, sir, —
BRABANTIOBut thou must needs be sure
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 110My spirit and my place have in them power
To make this bitter to thee.
RODERIGOPatience, good sir.
BRABANTIOWhat tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice;
My house is not a grange.
RODERIGOAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 115Most grave Brabantio,
In simple and pure soul I come to you.
IAGO'Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not
serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to
do you service and you think we are ruffians, you'll
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 120have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse;
you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have
coursers for cousins and gennets for germans.
BRABANTIOWhat profane wretch art thou?
IAGOI am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 125and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
BRABANTIOThou art a villain.
IAGOYou are — a senator.
BRABANTIOThis thou shalt answer; I know thee, Roderigo.
RODERIGOSir, I will answer any thing. But, I beseech you,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 130If'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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 135To 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 140That, 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 145In 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 deluding you.
BRABANTIOAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 150Strike on the tinder, ho!
Give me a taper! call up all my people!
This accident is not unlike my dream:
Belief of it oppresses me already.
Light, I say! light!
IAGOAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 155Farewell; for I must leave you:
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
To be produced — as, if I stay, I shall —
Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state,
However this may gall him with some cheque,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 160Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embark'd
With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars,
Which even now stand in act, that, for their souls,
Another of his fathom they have none,
To lead their business: in which regard,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 165Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains.
Yet, for necessity of present life,
I must show out a flag and sign of love,
Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,
Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 170And there will I be with him. So, farewell.
BRABANTIOIt 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!
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 175With 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?
RODERIGOTruly, I think they are.
BRABANTIOAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 180O 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 185Of some such thing?
RODERIGOYes, sir, I have indeed.
BRABANTIOCall 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?
RODERIGOAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 190I think I can discover him, if you please,
To get good guard and go along with me.
BRABANTIOPray you, lead on. At every house I'll call;
I may command at most. Get weapons, ho!
And raise some special officers of night.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 195On, good Roderigo: I'll deserve your pains.