BRABANTIO.
Strike 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!
[Exit from above.]
IAGO.
Farewell; for I must leave you:
It seems not meet nor wholesome to my place
To be produc'd, — as if I stay I shall, —
Against the Moor: for I do know the state, —
However this may gall him with some check, —
Cannot 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,
Though 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;
And there will I be with him. So, farewell.
[Exit.]
[Enter, below, Brabantio, and Servants with torches.]
BRABANTIO.
It is too true an evil: gone she is;
And what's to come of my despised time
Is naught but bitterness. — Now, Roderigo,
Where didst thou see her? — O unhappy girl! —
With 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?
