Othello, Act I, scene 1
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Brabantio. What is the reason of this terrible summons?
What is the matter there?
Roderigo: Signior, is all your family within?
Iago: Are your doors lock’d?
Brabantio. Why? wherefore ask you this?
Iago. ’Zounds! sir, you’re robb’d; forshame, put on your gown
Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;
Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise!
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you. Arise, I say.
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Roderigo: Sir, I will answer any thing. 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 every where.