No Fear Shakespeare
Othello
Act 1, Scene 1, Page 5
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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.
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BRABANTIO
You know I’m powerful enough to make you pay for
this.
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RODERIGO
Patience, good
sir.
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RODERIGO
Please wait, sir.
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BRABANTIO
What tell’st thou me of robbing? This is Venice,
My house is not a grange.
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BRABANTIO
Why are you talking about robbery? This is Venice. My house
isn’t in some remote countryside.
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RODERIGO
Most grave
Brabantio,
In simple and pure soul I come to you—
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RODERIGO
Brabantio, with all due respect, I’m here out of
courtesy and good will. I’ve come to tell
you—
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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.
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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.
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BRABANTIO
What profane wretch art thou?
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BRABANTIO
What kind of crude jerk are you?
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IAGO
I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter
and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
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IAGO
The kind that tells you that the Moor is having sex with your
daughter right now.
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BRABANTIO
Thou art a villain!
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BRABANTIO
You’re a villain!
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IAGO
You are a
senator!
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IAGO
You’re a senator!
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BRABANTIO
This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Roderigo.
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BRABANTIO
You’re going to pay for this, Roderigo. I know who you
are.
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RODERIGO
Sir, I will answer any thing. But, I beseech you,
If’t be your pleasure and most wise consent
(As partly I find it is) that your fair daughter
At this odd-even and dull watch o' th'
night
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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
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