BRABANTIO

Above. What is the reason of this terrible Summon ? What is the matter there? Why? Wherefore ask you this? What, have you lost your wits? Not I: what are you? The worser welcome: I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors: In honest plainness thou hast herd me say, My Daughter is not for thee. And now in madness (Being full of Supper, and distempring draughts) Upon malicious knavery, dost thou come To start my quiet. But thou must needs be sure, My spirits and my place have in their power To make this bitter to thee. What tellest thou me of Robbing? This is Venice: my house is not a Grange. What profane wretch art thou? Thou art a Villain. This thou shalt answer. I know thee Rodorigo. Strike on the Tinder, hoa: Give me a Taper: call up all my people, This Accident is not unlike my dream, Belief of it oppresses me already. Light, I say, light. It is too true and evil. Gone she is, And what's to come of my despised time, Is nought but bitterness. Now Rodorigo, Where didst thou see her? (O unhappy Girl) With the More sayest thou? (Who would be a Father?) How didst thou know 'twas she? (O she deceives me Passed thought:) what said she to you? Get more Tapers Raise all my Kindred. Are they married think you? O Hea n: how God she out? O treason of the blood. Father's, from hence trust not your Daughters minds By what you see them act. Is there not Charms, By which the property of Youth, and Maidhood May be abused? Have you not read Rodorigo, Of some such thing? Call up my Brother: o would you had had her. Some one way, some another. Do you know Where we may apprehend her, and the More? Pray you led on. At every house I'll call, (I may command at most) get Weapons (hoa) And raise some special Officers of might: On good Rodorigo, I will deserve your pains. Down with him, Thief. O thou foul Thief, Where hast thou stowed my Daughter? Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted her For I'll refer me to all things of sense, (If she in Chains of Magic were not bound) Whither a Maid, so tender, Fair, and Happy, So opposite to Marriage, that she shunned The wealthy curled Deareling of our Nation, Would ever have (t'encurre a general mock) Run from her Guard age to the sooty bosom, Of such a thing as thou: to fear, not to delight? Judge me the world, if it's not gross in sense, That thou hast practised on her with foul Charms, Abused her delicate Youth, with Drugs or Minerals, That weakens Motion. I'll haue't disputed on, It's probable, and palpable to thinking; I therefore apprehend and do attach thee, For and abuser of the World, a practiser Of Arts inhibited, and out of warrant; Lay hold upon him, if he do resist Subdue him, at his peril. To Prison, till fit time Of Law, and course of direct Session Call thee to answer. How? The Duke in counsel? In this time of the night? Bring him away; Mine not and idle Cause. The Duke himself, Or any of my Brother's of the State, Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own: For if such Actions may have passage free, Bondslaves, and Pagans shall our Statesmen be. So did I yours: Good your Grace pardon me. Neither my place, hor ought I herd of business Hath raised me from my bed; nor does the general care Take hold on me. For my particular grief Is of so floodgate, and ore-bearing Nature, That it engluts, and swallows other sorrows, And it is still it self. My Daughter: o my Daughter! I, to me. She is abused, stolen from me, and corrupted By Spells, and Medicines, bought of Mountebanks; For Nature, so preposterously to err, (Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,) Sans witchcraft could not. Humbly I thank your Grace, Here is the man; this More, whom now it seems Your special Mandate, for the State affairs Hath hither brought. Nothing, but this is so. A Maiden, never bold: Of Spirit so still, and quiet, that her Motion Blushed at her self, and she, in spite of Nature, Of Years, of Country, Credit, every thing To fallen in Love, with what she feared to look on; It is a judgement mained, and most imperfect. That will confess Perfection so could err Against all rules of Nature, and must be driven To find out practises of cunning hell Why this should be. I therefore vouch again, That with some Mixtures, powerful over the blood, Or with some Dram, (conjured to this effect) He wtought up on her. To vouch this, is no proof, Without more wider, and more over Test Then these thin habits, and poor likelihoods Of modern seeming, do prefer against him. I pray you hear her speak? If she confess that she was half the wooer, Destruction on my head, if my bade blame Light on the man. Come hither gentle Mistress, Do you perceive in all this Noble Company, Where most you owe obedience? God be with you: I have done. Please it your Grace, on to the State Affairs; I had rather to adopt a Child, then get it. Come hither More; I here do give thee that with all my heart, Which but thou hast already, with all my heart I would keep from thee. For your sake (Jewel) I am glad at soul, I have no other Child; For thy escape would teach me Tirranie To hang clogs on them. I have done my Lord. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile, We lose it not so long as we can smile: He bears the Sentence well, that nothing bears, But the free comfort which from thence he hears. But he bears both the Sentence, and the sorrow, That to pay grief, must of poor Patience borrow. These Sentences, to Sugar, or to Gall, Being strong on both sides, are Equivocal. But words are words, I never yet did hear: That the bruised heart was pierced through the ear . I humbly beseech you proceed to the Affairs of State. I will not have it so. Look to her (More) if thou hast eyes to see: She ha deceived her Father, and may thee.