Othello

by: William Shakespeare

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BRABANTIO

But thou must needs be sure
My spirits and my place have in their power
To make this bitter to thee.

BRABANTIO

You know I’m powerful enough to make you pay for this.

RODERIGO

    Patience, good sir.

RODERIGO

Please wait, sir.

BRABANTIO

What tell’st thou me of robbing? This is Venice,
110My house is not a grange.

BRABANTIO

Why are you talking about robbery? This is Venice. My house isn’t in some remote countryside.

RODERIGO

    Most grave Brabantio,
In simple and pure soul I come to you—

RODERIGO

Brabantio, with all due respect, I’m here out of courtesy and good will. I’ve come to tell you—

IAGO

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. You’ll have your nephews neigh to you. You’ll have coursers for cousins and gennets for germans.

IAGO

My God, sir, you’re stubborn and suspicious. We come here to help you and you treat us like thugs, but you let an African horse climb all over your daughter. Your grandsons will neigh to you like horses. Your whole family will be ruined.

BRABANTIO

What profane wretch art thou?

BRABANTIO

What kind of crude jerk are you?

IAGO

I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

IAGO

The kind that tells you that the Moor is having sex with your daughter right now.

BRABANTIO

Thou art a villain!

BRABANTIO

You’re a villain!

IAGO

    You are a senator!

IAGO

You’re a senator!

BRABANTIO

This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Roderigo.

BRABANTIO

You’re going to pay for this, Roderigo. I know who you are.

RODERIGO

Sir, I will answer any thing. But, I beseech you,
If’t be your pleasure and most wise consent
120(As partly I find it is) that your fair daughter
At this odd-even and dull watch o' th' night

RODERIGO

I’ll answer for everything. I don’t know if you know or approve of this, but in the wee hours of the morning your daughter left your house, with no better escort than a hired gondolier, to go into the rough embrace of a lustful Moor. If all of this happened with your