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.
What tell’st thou me of robbing? This is Venice,My house is not a grange.
Most grave Brabantio,In simple and pure soul I come to you—
Good signior, you shall more command with yearsThan with your weapons.
O thou foul thief, where hast thou stowed my daughter?Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted her!
You, Roderigo! Come, sir, I am for you.
Valiant Othello, we must straight employ youAgainst the general enemy Ottoman—
He takes her by the palm. Ay, well said, whisper! With as little a web as this will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon her, do, I will gyve thee in thine own courtship.
He speaks home, madam. You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.
Cassio? Is he not a most profane and liberal counselor?
I have drunk but one cup tonight, and behold what innovation it makes here. I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any more.
What, man, ’tis a night of revels! The gallants desire it.