As masterly as he; meer prattle, without practice, And I, (God blefs the mark!) his Moor-fhip's Ancient. And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to th' firft. Now, Sir, be judge your felf, To love the Moor. Rod. I would not follow him then. But now let me proceed to explain, why I have ventured to fubftitute Counsellors in the Room of Confuls: and then, I hope, the Alteration will not appear arbitrary. The Venetian Nobility, 'tis well known, conftitute the great Council of the Senate, and are a Part of the Administration; and fummon'd to affift and counsel the Doge, who is Prince of the Senate; and, in that Regard, has only Precedency before the other Magiftrates. So that, in this Refpect, they may very properly be call'd Counsellors. Again, when the Officer comes from the Duke to Brabantio, in a fubfequent Scene of this Act, he says, The Duke's in Council, and your Noble felf I'm fure, is fent for. And when Brabantio comes into the Senate, the Duke fays to him; We lack'd your Counsel, and your Help to Night. Now Brabantia was a Senator, but no Conful. Befides, tho' the Government of Venice was Democratic at firft, under Confuls and Tribunes; that Form of Power has been totally abrogated, fince Doges have been elected: And whatever Confuls of other States may be refident there, yet they have no more a Voice, or Place, in the publick Councils, or in what concerns Peace or War than foreign Ambaffadors can have in our Parliament. (5) Must be led and calm'd.] There is no Confonance of Metaphor in these two Terms. I have chofe to read with the first Folio, and feveral other of the old Editions. Belee'd is a Sea-Term as well as calm'd; and a Ship is faid to be belee'd, when the lies clofe under the Wind, on the LeeShore; makes no Sail, I follow him to ferve my turn upon him. It is as fure as you are Rodorigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Jago: In following him, I follow but my felf. Heav'n is my judge, not I, for love and duty; For when my outward action doth demonftrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, 'tis not long after Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe, Iago. Call up her father A *!fGv】, Plague him with flies: tho that his joy be joy, Rod. Here is her father's houfe, I'll call aloud. Tago. Do, with like timorous accent, and dire yell, As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is fpied in populous cities. 1 Rad. What, ho! Brabantio! Signior Brabantio! ho. Iago, Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! ho thieves! thieves Look Look to your houfe, your daughter, and your bags: Brabantio appears above, at a window. Bra, What is the reafon of this terrible fummons ? Rod. Signior, is all your family within? ་་ you this? Bra. Why? wherefore ask for fhame, put Your heart is burst, you have loft half you. Bra. What, have you loft your wits? Rod. My name is Rodorigo. Bra. The worfe welcome; I've charg'd thee not to haunt about my doors: voice? My daughter's not for thee. And now in madness, To start my quiet. Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir Bra. But thou must needs be sure, My fpirit and my place have in their power Rod. Patience, good Sir. Bra. What tell'ft thou me of robbing? this is Venice: My house is not a grange. Rod. Moft grave Brabantio, In fimple and pure foul, I come to you. Iago. Zounds! Sir, you are one of those that will not ferve God, if the Devil bid you. Because we come to do you fervice, you think we are ruffians; you'll have your daughter daughter cover'd with a Barbary hoffe, you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have courfers for coufins," and gennets for germans. Bra. What prophane wretch art thou? Iago. I am one, Sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beaft with two backs. Bra. Thou art a villain. Iago. You are a fenator. Bra. This thou fhalt anfwer. I know thee, Rodorigo. Rod, Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech you, If't be your pleasure and moft wife confent, (As partly, I find, it is,) that your fair daughter, I thus would play, and trifle with your reverence, Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho! your Give me a taper;-call up all my people; Iago. Farewel; for I must leave you. 2 felf. However However this may gall him with fome check, Cannot with fafety caft him. For he's embark'd ge With fuch loud reafon to the Cyprus' wars, Which ev'n now ftand in act, that, for their fouls, I must fhew out a flag and fign of love: Enter Brabantio, and fervants with torches. Bra. It is too true an evil. Gone fhe is [him, [Exit. With the Moor, faift thou? who would be a father? How didft thou know 'twas fhe; oh, fhe deceives me Paft thought-What faid fhe to you? get more tapers→→→→ Raife all my kindredare they married, think you ? Rod. Truly, I think, they are. Bra. Oh heaven! how gat fhe out? Oh treafon of my blood! Fathers, from hence truft not your daughters minds By what you see them act. Are there not charms, Rod. Yes, Sir, I have, indeed. Bra. Call up my brother: oh, would you had had her; Some one way, fome another-Do -Do you know Where we may apprehend her, and the Moor? Rod. I think, I can discover him, if you please [Exeunt. SCENE |