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Of here, and every where: straight satisfy yourself.
If she be in her chamber, or your house,
Let loose on me the justice of the state
For this delusion.

BRABANTIO
Strike on the tinder, ho! [140]

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!
Exit above.

IAGO
Farewell, for I must leave you:
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, [145]
To be produc’d, as if I stay I shall,

Against the Moor, for I do know the state,
However this may gall him with some check,
Cannot with safety cast him, for he’s embark’d,
With such loud reason, to the Cyprus wars, [150]

Which even now stands in act, that, for their souls,
Another of his fathom they have not
To lead their business, in which regard,
Though I do hate him, as I do hell’s pains,

Yet, for necessity of present life, [155]
I must show out a flag, and sign of love,
Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,
Lead to the Sagittar the raised search,

And there will I be with him. So farewell.
Exit.

Enter Brabantio in his night-gown, and Servants with torches.

BRABANTIO
It is too true an evil, gone she is, [160]
And what’s to come, of my despised time,

Is nought but bitterness. Now Roderigo,