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Автор: William Shakespeare
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       IAGO

       Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, and you think we are ruffians, you’ll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse; you’ll have your nephews neigh to you; you’ll have coursers for cousins and gennets for germans.

       BRABANTIO

       What profane wretch art thou?

       IAGO

       I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

       BRABANTIO

       Thou art a villain.

       IAGO

       You are—a senator.

       BRABANTIO

       This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Roderigo.

       RODERIGO

       Sir, I will answer anything. But, I beseech you,

       If ‘t be your pleasure and most wise consent,—

       As partly I find it is,—that your fair daughter,

       At this odd-even and dull watch o’ the night,

       Transported with no worse nor better guard

       But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,

       To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,—

       If this be known to you, and your allowance,

       We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs;

       But if you know not this, my manners tell me

       We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe

       That, from the sense of all civility,

       I thus would play and trifle with your reverence:

       Your daughter,—if you have not given her leave,—

       I say again, hath made a gross revolt;

       Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes

       In an extravagant and wheeling stranger

       Of here and everywhere. Straight satisfy yourself:

       If she be in her chamber or your house

       Let loose on me the justice of the state

       For thus deluding you.

       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 raisèd 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 despisèd 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?

       RODERIGO

       Truly, I think they are.

       BRABANTIO

       O heaven!—How got she out?—O treason of the blood!—

       Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters’ minds

       By what you see them act.—Are there not charms

       By which the property of youth and maidhood

       May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,

       Of some such thing?

       RODERIGO

       Yes, sir, I have indeed.

       BRABANTIO

       Call up my brother.—O, would you had had her!—

       Some one way, some another.—Do you know

       Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?

       RODERIGO

       I think I can discover him, if you please

       To get good guard, and go along with me.

       BRABANTIO

       Pray you, lead on. At every house I’ll call;

       I may command at most.—Get weapons, ho!

       And raise some special officers of night.—

       On, good Roderigo:—I’ll deserve your pains.

       [Exeunt.]

       SCENE II. Venice. Another street.

       [Enter Othello, Iago, and Attendants with torches.]

       IAGO

       Though in the trade of war I have slain men,

       Yet do I hold it very stuff o’ the conscience

       To do no contrivèd 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.

       OTHELLO

       ‘Tis better as it is.

       IAGO

       Nay, but he prated,

       And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms

       Against your honor,

       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 this,

       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 on,—

       Will give him cable.

       OTHELLO

       Let him do his spite:

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