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BRABANTIO

Not I, what are you?

RODERIGO
My name is Roderigo.

BRABANTIO
The worse welcome; [95]
I have charg’d thee, not to haunt about my doors;

In honest plainness thou hast heard me say
My daughter is not for thee; and now in madness,
Being full of supper, and distempering draughts,
Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come [100]
To start my quiet?

RODERIGO

Sir, sir, sir, −

BRABANTIO

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

RODERIGO
Patience, good sir.

BRABANTIO

What, tell’st thou me of robbing? this is Venice, [105]
My house is not a grange.

RODERIGO
Most grave Brabantio,
In simple and pure soul I come to 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, you think we are ruffians, you’ll have