Bra. Not I: what are you? 95
Rod. My name is Roderigo.
Bra. The worser welcome:[4948]
I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors:[4949]
In honest plainness thou hast heard me say
My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness,[4950]
Being full of supper and distempering draughts, 100
Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come[4951]
To start my quiet.[4952]
Rod. Sir, sir, sir,—[4953]
Bra. But thou must needs be sure
My spirit and my place have in them power[4954]
To make this bitter to thee.
Rod. Patience, good sir.[4955] 105
Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice;[4956][4957]
My house is not a grange.[4956]
Rod. Most grave Brabantio,
In simple and pure soul I come to you.
Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not[4958]
serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do 110
you service and you think we are ruffians, you'll have your[4959]
daughter covered with a Barbary horse; you'll have your
nephews neigh to you; you'll have coursers for cousins,
and gennets for germans.[4960]
Bra. What profane wretch art thou? 115