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the Moore of Venice. Your heart is burst, you haue lost halfe your soule Euen now, now, very now, an old blacke Ram Is tupping your white Ewe. Arise, arise,
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Awake the snorting Cittizens with the Bell, Or else the deuill will make a Grand‑sire of you. Arise I say.
Bra. What, haue you lost your wits ? Rod. Most reuerend Signior, do you know my voice? Bra.
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Not I: what are you?
Rod. My name is Rodorigo. Bra. The worsser welcome: I haue charg'd thee not to haunt about my doores: In honest plainenesse thou hast heard me say,
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My Daughter is not for thee. And now in madnesse (Being full of Supper, and distempring draughtes) Vpon malitious knauerie, dost thou come To start my quiet.
Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir. Bra.
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But thou must needs be sure, My spirits and my place haue in their power To make this bitter to thee.
Rodo. Patience good Sir. Bra. What tell'st thou me of Robbing?
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This is Venice: my house is not a Grange.
Rodo. Most graue Brabantio, In simple and pure soule, I come to you. Ia.

Sir: you are one of those that will not serue God,

if the deuill bid you. Because we come to do you seruice,

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and you thinke we are Ruffians, you'le haue your Daugh­

ter couer'd with a Barbary horse, you'le haue your Ne­

phewes neigh to you, you'le haue Coursers for Cozens:

and Gennets for Germaines.

Bra.

What prophane wretch art thou?

Ia.
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I am one Sir, that comes to tell you, your Daugh­

ter and the Moore, are making the Beast with two backs.

Bra. Thou art a Villaine. Iago. You are a Senator. Bra. This thou shalt answere. I know thee Rodorigo. Rod.
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Sir, I will answere any thing. But I beseech you If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent, (As partly I find it is) that your faire Daughter, At this odde Euen and dull watch o'th'night Transported with no worse nor better guard,
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But with a knaue of common hire, a Gundelier, To the grosse claspes of a Lasciuious Moore: If this be knowne to you, and your Allowance, We then haue done you bold, and saucie wrongs. But if you know not this, my Manners tell me,
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We haue your wrong rebuke. Do not beleeue That from the sence of all Ciuilitie, I thus would play and trifle with your Reuerence. Your Daughter (if you haue not giuen her leaue) I say againe, hath made a grosse reuolt,
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Tying her Dutie, Beautie, Wit, and Fortunes In an extrauagant, and wheeling Stranger, Of here, and euery where: straight sat sfie your selfe. If she be in her Chamber, or your house, Let loose on me the Iustice of the State
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For thus deluding you.
Bra. Strike on the Tinder, hoa: Giue me a Taper: call vp all my people, This Accident is not vnlike my dreame, Beleefe of it oppresses me alreadie.
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Light, I say, light.
Exit. Iag. Farewell: for I must leaue you. It seemes not meete, nor wholesome to my place

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To be producted, (as if I stay, I shall,) Against the Moore. For I do know the State,
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(How euer this may gall him with some checke) Cannot with safetie cast him. For he's embark'd With such loud reason to the Cyprus Warres, (Which euen now stands in Act) that for their soules Another of his Fadome, they haue none,
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To lead their Businesse. In which regard, Though I do hate him as I do hell apines, Yet, for necessitie of present life, I must show out a Flag, and signe of Loue, (Which is indeed but signe) that you shal surely find him
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Lead to the Sagitary the raised Search: And there will I be with him. So farewell.
Exit. Enter Brabantio, with Seruants and Torches. Bra. It is too true an euill. Gone she is, And what's to come of my despised time, Is naught but bitternesse. Now Rodorigo,
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Where didst thou see her? (Oh vnhappie Girle) With the Moore saist thou? (Who would be a Father?) How didst thou know 'twas she? (Oh she deceaues me Past thought:) what said she to you? Get moe Tapers: Raise all my Kindred. Are they married thinke you?
Rodo.
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Truely I thinke they are.
Bra. Oh Heauen: how got she out? Oh treason of the blood. Fathers, from hence trust not your Daughters minds By what you see them act. Is there not Charmes,
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By which the propertie of Youth, and Maidhood May be abus'd? Haue you not read Rodorigo, Of some such thing?
Rod. Yes Sir: I haue indeed. Bra. Call vp my Brother: oh would you had had her.
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Some one way, some another. Doe you know Where we may apprehend her, and the Moore?
Rod. I thinke I can discouer him, if you please To get good Guard, and go along with me. Bra. Pray you lead on. At euery house Ile call,
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(I may command at most) get Weapons (hoa) And raise some speciall Officers of might: On good Rodorigo, I will deserue your paines.
Exeunt.
Scena Secunda. [Act 1, Scene 2] Enter Othello, Iago, Attendants, with Torches. Ia. Though in the trade of Warre I haue slaine men, Yet do I hold it very stuffe o'th'conscience
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To do no contriu'd Murder: I lacke Iniquitie Sometime to do me seruice. Nine, or ten times I had thought t'haue yerk'd him here vnder the Ribbes.
Othello. 'Tis better as it is. Iago. Nay but he prated,
[205]
And spoke such scuruy, and prouoking termes Against your Honor, that with the little godlinesse I haue I did full hard forbeare him. But I pray you Sir, Are you fast married? Be assur'd of this, That the Magnifico is much belou'd,
[210]
And hath in his effect a voice potentiall As double as the Dukes: He will diuorce you. Or put vpon you, what restraint or greeuance, The

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Scena Secunda. [Act 1, Scene 2] Enter Othello, Iago, Attendants, with Torches. Ia. Though in the trade of Warre I haue slaine men, Yet do I hold it very stuffe o'th'conscience
[200]
To do no contriu'd Murder: I lacke Iniquitie Sometime to do me seruice. Nine, or ten times I had thought t'haue yerk'd him here vnder the Ribbes.
Othello. 'Tis better as it is. Iago. Nay but he prated,
[205]
And spoke such scuruy, and prouoking termes Against your Honor, that with the little godlinesse I haue I did full hard forbeare him. But I pray you Sir, Are you fast married? Be assur'd of this, That the Magnifico is much belou'd,
[210]
And hath in his effect a voice potentiall As double as the Dukes: He will diuorce you. Or put vpon you, what restraint or greeuance, The Law (with all his might, to enforce it on) Will giue him Cable.
Othel.
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Let him do his spight; My Seruices, which I haue done the Signorie Shall out‑tongue his Complaints. 'Tis yet to know, Which when I know, that boasting is an Honour, I shall promulgate. I fetch my life and being,
[220]
From Men of Royall Seige. And my demerites May speake (vnbonnetted) to as proud a Fortune As this that I haue reach'd. For know Iago, But that I loue the gentle Desdemona, I would not my vnhoused free condition
[225]
Put into Circumscription, and Confine, For the Seas worth. But looke, what Lights come yond?
Enter Cassio, with Torches. Iago. Those are the raised Father, and his Friends: You were best go in. Othel. Not I: I must be found.
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My Parts, my Title, and my perfect Soule Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?
Iago. By Ianus, I thinke no. Othel. The Seruants of the Dukes? And my Lieutenant?
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The goodnesse of the Night vpon you (Friends) What is the Newes?
Cassio. The Duke do's greet you (Generall) And he requires your haste, Post‑haste appearance, E uen on the instant. Othello.
[240]
What is the matter, thinke you?
Cassio. Something from Cyprus, as I may diuine: It is a businesse of some heate. The Gallies Haue sent a dozen sequent Messengers This very night, at one anothers heeles:
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And many of the Consuls, rais'd and met, Are at the Dukes already. You haue bin hotly call'd for, When being not at your Lodging to be found, The Senate hath sent about three seuerall Quests, To search you out.
Othel.
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'Tis well I am found by you: I will but spend a word here in the house, And goe with you.
Cassio. Aunciant, what makes he heere? Iago. Faith, he to night hath boarded a Land Carract,
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If it proue lawfull prize, he' made for euer.
Cassio. I do not vnderstand. Iago. He's married. Cassio. To who? Iago. Marry to⸺Come Captaine, will you go? Othel.
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Haue with you.
Cassio. Here comes another Troope to seeke for you. Enter Brabantio, Rodorigo, with Officers, and Torches. Iago. It is Brabantio: Generall be aduis'd, He comes to bad intent. Othello. Holla, stand there. Rodo.
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Signior, it is the Moore.
Bra. Downe with him, Theefe. Iago. You, Rodorigoc? Come Sir, I am for you. Othe.

Keepe vp your bright Swords, for the dew will

rust them. Good Signior, you shall more command with

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yeares, then with your Weapons.

Bra. Oh thou foule Theefe, Where hast thou stow'd my Daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchaunted her For Ile referre me to all things of sense,
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(If she in Chaines of Magick were not bound) Whether a Maid, so tender, Faire, and Happie, So opposite to Marriage, that she shun'd The wealthy curled Deareling of our Nation, Would euer haue (t'encurre a generall mocke)
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Run from her Guardage to the sootie bosome, Of such a thing as thou: to feare, not to delight? Iudge me the world, if 'tis not grosse in sense, That thou hast practis'd on her with foule Charmes, Abus'd her delicate Youth, with Drugs or Minerals,
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That weakens Motion. Ile haue't disputed on, 'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking; I therefore apprehend and do attach thee, For an abuser of the World, a practiser Of Arts inhibited, and out of warrant;
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Lay hold vpon him, if he do resist Subdue him, at his perill.
Othe. Hold your hands Both you of my inclining, and the rest. Were it my Cue to fight, I should haue knowne it
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Without a Prompter. Whether will you that I goe To answere this your charge?
Bra. To Prison, till fit time Of Law, and course of direct Session Call thee to answer. Othe.
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What if I do obey? How may the Duke be therewith satisfi'd, Whose Messengers are heere about my side, Vpon some present businesse of the State, To bring me to him.
Officer.
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'Tis true most worthy Signior, The Dukes in Counsell, and your Noble selfe, I am sure is sent for.
Bra. How? The Duke in Counsell? In this time of the night? Bring him away;
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Mine's not an idle Cause. The Duke himselfe, Or any of my Brothers of the State, Cannot but feele this wrong, as 'twere their owne: For if such Actions may haue passage free, Bond‑slaues, and Pagans shall our Statesmen be.
Exeunt.
 

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   <head type="supplied">[Act 1, Scene 2]</head>
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      <l n="198">Though in the trade of Warre I haue slaine men,</l>
      <l n="199">Yet do I hold it very stuffe o'th'conscience</l>
      <l n="200">To do no contriu'd Murder: I lacke Iniquitie</l>
      <l n="201">Sometime to do me seruice. Nine, or ten times</l>
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      <l n="204">Nay but he prated,</l>
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      <l n="206">Against your Honor, that with the little godlinesse I haue</l>
      <l n="207">I did full hard forbeare him. But I pray you Sir,</l>
      <l n="208">Are you fast married? Be assur'd of this,</l>
      <l n="209">That the Magnifico is much belou'd,</l>
      <l n="210">And hath in his effect a voice potentiall</l>
      <l n="211">As double as the Dukes: He will diuorce you.</l>
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      <l n="213">The Law (with all his might, to enforce it on)</l>
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      <l n="215">Let him do his spight;</l>
      <l n="216">My Seruices, which I haue done the Signorie</l>
      <l n="217">Shall out‑tongue his Complaints. 'Tis yet to know,</l>
      <l n="218">Which when I know, that boasting is an Honour,</l>
      <l n="219">I shall promulgate. I fetch my life and being,</l>
      <l n="220">From Men of Royall Seige. And my demerites</l>
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      <l n="224">I would not my vnhoused free condition</l>
      <l n="225">Put into Circumscription, and Confine,</l>
      <l n="226">For the Seas worth. But looke, what Lights come yond?</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Cassio, with Torches.</stage>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="227">Those are the raised Father, and his Friends:</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Othel.</speaker>
      <l n="229">Not I: I must be found.</l>
      <l n="230">My Parts, my Title, and my perfect Soule</l>
      <l n="231">Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="232">By<hi rend="italic">Ianus</hi>, I thinke no.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othel.</speaker>
      <l n="233">The Seruants of the Dukes?</l>
      <l n="234">And my Lieutenant?</l>
      <l n="235">The goodnesse of the Night vpon you (Friends)</l>
      <l n="236">What is the Newes?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="237">The Duke do's greet you (Generall)</l>
      <l n="238">And he requires your haste, Post‑haste appearance,</l>
      <l n="239">E<c rend="inverted">u</c>en on the instant.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othello.</speaker>
      <l n="240">What is the matter, thinke you?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="241">Something from Cyprus, as I may diuine:</l>
      <l n="242">It is a businesse of some heate. The Gallies</l>
      <l n="243">Haue sent a dozen sequent Messengers</l>
      <l n="244">This very night, at one anothers heeles:</l>
      <l n="245">And many of the Consuls, rais'd and met,</l>
      <l n="246">Are at the Dukes already. You haue bin hotly call'd for,</l>
      <l n="247">When being not at your Lodging to be found,</l>
      <l n="248">The Senate hath sent about three seuerall Quests,</l>
      <l n="249">To search you out.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othel.</speaker>
      <l n="250">'Tis well I am found by you:</l>
      <l n="251">I will but spend a word here in the house,</l>
      <l n="252">And goe with you.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="253">Aunciant, what makes he heere?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="254">Faith, he to night hath boarded a Land Carract,</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="256">I do not vnderstand.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="257">He's married.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="258">To who?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="259">Marry to⸺Come Captaine, will you go?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othel.</speaker>
      <l n="260">Haue with you.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="261">Here comes another Troope to seeke for you.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Brabantio, Rodorigo, with Officers, and Torches.</stage>
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      <l n="263">He comes to bad intent.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othello.</speaker>
      <l n="264">Holla, stand there.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rodo.</speaker>
      <l n="265">Signior, it is the Moore.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="266">Downe with him, Theefe.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="267">You,<hi rend="italic">Rodorigoc?</hi>Come Sir, I am for you.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othe.</speaker>
      <p n="268">Keepe vp your bright Swords, for the dew will
      <lb n="269"/>rust them. Good Signior, you shall more command with
      <lb n="270"/>yeares, then with your Weapons.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="271">Oh thou foule Theefe,</l>
      <l n="272">Where hast thou stow'd my Daughter?</l>
      <l n="273">Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchaunted her</l>
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      <l n="274">For Ile referre me to all things of sense,</l>
      <l n="275">(If she in Chaines of Magick were not bound)</l>
      <l n="276">Whether a Maid, so tender, Faire, and Happie,</l>
      <l n="277">So opposite to Marriage, that she shun'd</l>
      <l n="278">The wealthy curled Deareling of our Nation,</l>
      <l n="279">Would euer haue (t'encurre a generall mocke)</l>
      <l n="280">Run from her Guardage to the sootie bosome,</l>
      <l n="281">Of such a thing as thou: to feare, not to delight?</l>
      <l n="282">Iudge me the world, if 'tis not grosse in sense,</l>
      <l n="283">That thou hast practis'd on her with foule Charmes,</l>
      <l n="284">Abus'd her delicate Youth, with Drugs or Minerals,</l>
      <l n="285">That weakens Motion. Ile haue't disputed on,</l>
      <l n="286">'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking;</l>
      <l n="287">I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,</l>
      <l n="288">For an abuser of the World, a practiser</l>
      <l n="289">Of Arts inhibited, and out of warrant;</l>
      <l n="290">Lay hold vpon him, if he do resist</l>
      <l n="291">Subdue him, at his perill.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othe.</speaker>
      <l n="292">Hold your hands</l>
      <l n="293">Both you of my inclining, and the rest.</l>
      <l n="294">Were it my Cue to fight, I should haue knowne it</l>
      <l n="295">Without a Prompter. Whether will you that I goe</l>
      <l n="296">To answere this your charge?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="297">To Prison, till fit time</l>
      <l n="298">Of Law, and course of direct Session</l>
      <l n="299">Call thee to answer.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othe.</speaker>
      <l n="300">What if I do obey?</l>
      <l n="301">How may the Duke be therewith satisfi'd,</l>
      <l n="302">Whose Messengers are heere about my side,</l>
      <l n="303">Vpon some present businesse of the State,</l>
      <l n="304">To bring me to him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-off">
      <speaker rend="italic">Officer.</speaker>
      <l n="305">'Tis true most worthy Signior,</l>
      <l n="306">The Dukes in Counsell, and your Noble selfe,</l>
      <l n="307">I am sure is sent for.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="308">How? The Duke in Counsell?</l>
      <l n="309">In this time of the night? Bring him away;</l>
      <l n="310">Mine's not an idle Cause. The Duke himselfe,</l>
      <l n="311">Or any of my Brothers of the State,</l>
      <l n="312">Cannot but feele this wrong, as 'twere their owne:</l>
      <l n="313">For if such Actions may haue passage free,</l>
      <l n="314">Bond‑slaues, and Pagans shall our Statesmen be.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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