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 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.
Brabantio
What profane wretch art thou?
Iago
I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
Brabantio
Thou art a villain.
Iago
You are—a senator.
Brabantio
This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Roderigo.
Roderigo
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’ the night,
Transported, with no worse nor better guard
But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor—