Brabantio
What, have you lost your wits?
Roderigo
Most reverend signior, do you know my voice?
Brabantio
Not I what are you?
Roderigo
My name is Roderigo.
Brabantio
The worser welcome:
I have charged 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
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
My house is not a grange.