And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy,
Yet throw such changes of vexation on't
As it may lose some color.
RODERIGO.
Here is her father's house: I'll call aloud.
IAGO.
Do; with like timorous accent and dire yell
As when, by night and negligence, the fire
Is spied in populous cities.
RODERIGO.
What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!
IAGO.
Awake! what, ho, Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves!
Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags!
Thieves! thieves!
[Brabantio appears above at a window.]
BRABANTIO.
What is the reason of this terrible summons?
What is the matter there?
RODERIGO.
Signior, is all your family within?
IAGO.
Are your doors locked?
I love this play more than any other tragedy by Shakespeare. I love it because the enemy in the play--the true enemy-- is Othello himself. Iago barely lift a literal sword in the play , but he uses the sword in his mouth to wound Othello. And Othello allows his on insecurities to destroy him. I really love this play, and I think anyone else that reads it will love it too.
