Othello Page #2

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and met, are at the duke's already.

You have been hotly called for when,

being not at your lodging to be found...

...the senate sent about three

several quests to search you out.

Well, I'm found by you.

I will but spend a word here

in the house and go with you.

Ancient, what makes he here?

Faith, he tonight hath

boarded a land carrack.

If it prove lawful prize, he's made forever.

I do not understand.

He's married.

To who?

Marry, to...

- Come, captain, will you

go? OTHELLo:
Have with you.

- Here comes another troop to

seek for you. RoDERIGo: Stop!

Brabantio. General, be

advised, he comes to bad intent.

OTHELLo:
Holla! Stand there.

RoDERIGo:
Signor, it is the Moor.

- Down with him, thief.

- Roderigo! Come, I am for you.

Keep up your bright swords

for the dew will rust them.

Good signor...

...you shall more command with

years than with your weapons.

O, thou foul thief...

...where hast thou stowed my daughter?

Damned as thou art, thou

hast enchanted her...

...for I'll refer me to

all things of sense...

...whether a maid so

tender, fair and happy...

...could ever have t'incur a general mock...

...run from her guardage to the

sooty bosom of such a thing as thou?

To fear, not to delight.

I therefore apprehend and do attach

thee for an abuser of the world.

A practicer of arts

inhibited and out of warrant.

- Lay hold upon him.

- Halt!

Hold your hands, both you

of my inclining and the rest.

Were it my cue to fight, I should

have known it without a prompter.

Where will you that I go

to answer this your charge?

To prison.

Till fit time of law and direct

session call thee to answer.

How may the duke be therewith satisfied...

...whose messengers are here about my side...

...upon some present business

of the state to bring me to him?

'Tis true, most worthy

signor, the duke's in council.

- And your noble self, I am sure, is sent for.

- 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

shall have passage free...

...bond slaves and pagans

shall our statesmen be.

Valiant othello, we must

straight employ you...

...against the general enemy ottoman.

I did not see you. Welcome, gentle signor.

We lacked your counsel and your help tonight.

So did I yours.

Good your grace, pardon me.

Neither my place, nor

aught I heard of business...

...hath raised me from my bed...

...nor doth the general

care take any hold on me.

For my particular grief is of so

floodgate and o'erbearing nature...

...that it engluts and

swallows other sorrows.

And it is still itself.

- Why, what's the matter?

- My daughter.

O, my daughter.

- Dead?

- Ay, to me.

She is abused, stolen from me...

...and corrupted by spells and

medicines bought of mountebanks.

For nature so preposterously to err...

...being not deficient,

blind nor lame of sense...

...sans witchcraft could not.

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 its own sense

though our proper son stood in your action.

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.

We are very sorry for't.

What, in your own part, can you say to this?

Nothing, but this is so.

Most potent, grave and reverend signors...

...my very noble and approved 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 blessed with

the soft phrase of peace...

...for since these arms of

mine had seven years' pith...

...till now some nine moons wasted...

...they have used 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.

Therefore, little shall I grace

my cause in speaking for myself.

Yet by your gracious patience...

...I will a round unvarnished tale

deliver of my whole course of love.

What drugs, what charms...

...what conjurations or what mighty magic...

...for such proceedings am I charged withal.

I won his daughter.

A maiden never bold...

...of spirit so still and quiet

that her motion blushed at itself.

And she, in spite of nature of years,

of country, credit, everything...

...to fall in love with

what she feared to look on.

It is a judgment maimed and most imperfect...

...that will confess perfection so

could err against all rules of nature.

I therefore vouch again that with

some mixture powerful o'er the blood...

...or with some dram

conjured to that effect...

...he wrought upon her.

To vouch this is no proof without

more certain and more overt test.

These are thin habits and poor likelihoods

of modern seeming you prefer against him.

But, othello, speak.

Did you by indirect and forced courses...

...subdue and poison this

young maid's affections?

Or came it by request and such fair

question as soul to soul affordeth?

I do beseech you.

Send for the lady to the Sagittary and

let her speak of me before her father.

If you do find me foul in her report...

...the trust the office I do

hold of you not only take away...

...but let your sentence

even fall upon my life.

Fetch Desdemona hither.

Ancient, conduct them.

You best know the place.

And till she come...

...as truly as to heaven, I do

confess the vices of my blood...

...so justly to your

grave ears I'll present...

...how I did thrive in

this fair lady's love...

...and she in mine.

Say it, othello.

Her father loved me.

Oft invited me.

Still questioned me the story

of my life from year to year:

The battles, sieges,

fortunes that I have passed.

I ran it through even from my boyish days...

...to th'very moment

that he bade me tell it...

...wherein I spake of

most disastrous chances...

...of moving accidents by flood and field...

...of hairbreadth scapes

i'th'imminent deadly breach...

...of being taken by the insolent

foe and sold to slavery...

...of my redemption thence...

...and portance in my travels' history.

Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle...

...rough quarries, rocks and

hills whose heads touch heaven...

...it was my hint to speak.

Such was the process and of the

cannibals that each other eat...

...the anthropophagi...

...and men whose heads do

grow beneath their shoulders.

This to hear would

Desdemona seriously incline.

But still the house affairs

would draw her thence...

...which ever as she could

with haste dispatch...

...she'd come again...

...and with a greedy ear,

devour up my discourse.

Which, I observing, took

once a pliant hour...

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