Othello | Page 6

William Shakespeare
is sent for.

BRABANTIO.
How! the duke in council!
In this time of the
night!--Bring him away:
Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself,

Or any of my brothers of the state,
Cannot but feel this wrong as
'twere their own;
For if such actions may have passage free,
Bond
slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. Venice. A council chamber.
[The Duke and Senators sitting at a table; Officers attending.]
DUKE.
There is no composition in these news
That gives them
credit.
FIRST SENATOR.
Indeed, they are disproportion'd;
My letters
say a hundred and seven galleys.
DUKE.
And mine a hundred and forty.
SECOND SENATOR.
And mine two hundred:
But though they
jump not on a just account,--
As in these cases, where the aim reports,

'Tis oft with difference,--yet do they all confirm
A Turkish fleet,
and bearing up to Cyprus.
DUKE.
Nay, it is possible enough to judgement:
I do not so secure
me in the error,
But the main article I do approve
In fearful sense.
SAILOR.
[Within.] What, ho! what, ho! what, ho!
FIRST OFFICER.
A messenger from the galleys.
[Enter a Sailor.]
DUKE.
Now,--what's the business?
SAILOR.
The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes;
So was I bid

report here to the state
By Signior Angelo.
DUKE.
How say you by this change?
FIRST SENATOR.
This cannot be,
By no assay of reason: 'tis a
pageant
To keep us in false gaze. When we consider
The
importancy of Cyprus to the Turk;
And let ourselves again but
understand
That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
So may
he with more facile question bear it,
For that it stands not in such
warlike brace,
But altogether lacks the abilities
That Rhodes is
dress'd in. If we make thought of this,
We must not think the Turk is
so unskilful
To leave that latest which concerns him first;

Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,
To wake and wage a danger
profitless.
DUKE.
Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes.
FIRST OFFICER.
Here is more news.
[Enter a Messenger.]
MESSENGER.
The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,
Steering
with due course toward the isle of Rhodes,
Have there injointed them
with an after fleet.
FIRST SENATOR.
Ay, so I thought.--How many, as you guess?
MESSENGER.
Of thirty sail: and now they do re-stem
Their
backward course, bearing with frank appearance
Their purposes
toward Cyprus.--Signior Montano,
Your trusty and most valiant
servitor,
With his free duty recommends you thus,
And prays you to
believe him.
DUKE.
'Tis certain, then, for Cyprus.--
Marcus Luccicos, is not he
in town?

FIRST SENATOR.
He's now in Florence.
DUKE.
Write from us to him; post-post-haste despatch.
FIRST SENATOR.
Here comes Brabantio and the valiant Moor.
[Enter Brabantio, Othello, Iago, Roderigo, and Officers.]
DUKE.
Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you
Against the
general enemy Ottoman.--
[To Brabantio.] I did not see you; welcome,
gentle signior; We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night.
BRABANTIO.
So did I yours. Good your grace, pardon me;

Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business
Hath rais'd me from
my bed; nor doth the general care
Take hold on me; for my particular
grief
Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature
That it engluts and
swallows other sorrows,
And it is still itself.
DUKE.
Why, what's the matter?
BRABANTIO.
My daughter! O, my daughter!
DUKE and SENATORS.
Dead?
BRABANTIO.
Ay, to me;
She is abused, stol'n from me, and
corrupted
By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks;
For
nature so preposterously to err,
Being not deficient, blind, or lame of
sense,
Sans witchcraft could not.
DUKE.
Whoe'er he be that, in this foul proceeding,
Hath thus
beguiled your daughter of herself,
And you of her, the bloody book of
law
You shall yourself read in the bitter letter
After your own sense;
yea, though our proper son
Stood in your action.
BRABANTIO.
Humbly I thank your grace.
Here is the man, this
Moor; whom now, it seems,
Your special mandate for the state affairs


Hath hither brought.
DUKE and SENATORS.
We are very sorry for't.
DUKE.
[To Othello.] What, in your own part, can you say to this?
BRABANTIO.
Nothing, but this is so.
OTHELLO.
Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,
My very
noble and approv'd good masters,--
That I have ta'en away this old
man's daughter,
It is most true; true, I have married her:
The very
head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I
in my speech,
And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace;
For
since these arms of mine had seven years' pith,
Till now some nine
moons wasted, they have us'd
Their dearest action in the tented field;

And little of this great world can I speak,
More than pertains to
feats of broil and battle;
And therefore little shall I grace my cause

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,
I will a round
unvarnish'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love: what drugs,
what charms,
What conjuration, and what mighty magic,--
For such
proceeding I am charged withal,--
I won his daughter.
BRABANTIO.
A maiden never bold:
Of spirit so still and quiet
that her motion
Blush'd at herself; and she,--in spite of nature,
Of
years, of country, credit, everything,--
To fall in love with what she
fear'd to look on!
It is judgement maim'd and most imperfect
That
will confess perfection so could err
Against all rules of nature; and
must be driven
To
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