2. SCENE II. Venice. Another street.
What is the matter, think you?
Something from Cyprus, as I may divine:
It is a business of some heat: the galleys
Have sent a dozen sequent messengers
This very night at one another's heels;
And many of the consuls, rais'd and met,
Are at the duke's already: you have been hotly call'd for;
When, being not at your lodging to be found,
The senate hath sent about three several quests
To search you out.
'Tis well I am found by you.
I will but spend a word here in the house,
And go with you.
Ancient, what makes he here?
Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack:
If it prove lawful prize, he's made forever.
I do not understand.
Marry, to--Come, captain, will you go?
Have with you.
Here comes another troop to seek for you.
It is Brabantio.--General, be advis'd;
He comes to bad intent.
[Enter Brabantio, Roderigo, and Officers with torches and
Holla! stand there!
Signior, it is the Moor.
Down with him, thief!
[They draw on both sides.]
You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you.
Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.--
Good signior, you shall more command with years
Than with your weapons.