2. SCENE II. Venice. Another street.
[Enter Othello, Iago, and Attendants with torches.]
Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience
To do no contriv'd 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.
'Tis better as it is.
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.
Let him do his spite:
My services which I have done the signiory
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,--
Which, when I know that boasting is an honor,
I shall promulgate,--I fetch my life and being
From men of royal siege; and my demerits
May speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune
As this that I have reach'd: for know, Iago,
But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
I would not my unhoused free condition
Put into circumscription and confine
For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yond?
Those are the raised father and his friends:
You were best go in.
Not I; I must be found;
My parts, my title, and my perfect soul
Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?
By Janus, I think no.
[Enter Cassio and certain Officers with torches.]
The servants of the duke and my lieutenant.--
The goodness of the night upon you, friends!
What is the news?
The duke does greet you, general;
And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance
Even on the instant.