Act 1 - Scene 2
Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants with torches
Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience
To do no contrived
murder: I lack iniquity
Sometimes to do me service: nine or ten times
I had thought to have yerk'd him
here under the ribs.
'Tis better as it is.
Nay, but he prated,
And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
Against your honour
That, with the little
godliness I have,
I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray you, sir,
Are you fast married? Be assured of
That the magnifico is much beloved,
And hath in his effect a voice potential
As double as the duke's: he
will divorce you;
Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
The law, with all his might to enforce it
Will give him cable.
Let him do his spite:
My services which I have done the signiory
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet
Which, when I know that boasting is an honour,
I shall promulgateI fetch my life and being
men of royal siege, and my demerits
May speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune
As this that I have
reach'd: for know, Iago,
But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
I would not my unhoused free condition
into circumscription and confine
For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yond?
Those are the raised father and his friends:
You were best go in.
OTHELLO Not I
I must be found:
My parts, my title and my perfect soul
Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?
By Janus, I think no.
Enter CASSIO, and certain Officers with torches
The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant.
The goodness of the night upon you, friends!
What is the
The duke does greet you, general,
And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance,
Even on the instant.
What is the matter, think you?
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