Уильям Шекспир - Othello, the Moor of Venice стр 3.

                                 What is the matter, think you?

Something from Cyprus, as I may divine:
It is a business of some heat: the galleys
Have sent a dozen sequent messengers
This very night at one another's heels;
And many of the consuls, rais'd and met,
Are at the duke's already: you have been hotly call'd for;
When, being not at your lodging to be found,
The senate hath sent about three several quests
To search you out.

'Tis well I am found by you.
I will but spend a word here in the house,
And go with you.

                                Ancient, what makes he here?

Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack:
If it prove lawful prize, he's made forever.

I do not understand.

                                  He's married.

                                                          To who?

Marry, to Come, captain, will you go?

                                                               Have with you.

Here comes another troop to seek for you.

It is Brabantio.  General, be advis'd;
He comes to bad intent.

                                       Holla! stand there!

Signior, it is the Moor.

                                     Down with him, thief!

You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you.

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
Good signior, you shall more command with years
Than with your weapons.

O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter?
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;
For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
If she in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid so tender, fair, and happy,
So opposite to marriage that she shunn'd
The wealthy curlèd darlings of our nation,
Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou,  to fear, not to delight.
Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense
That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms;
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs or minerals
That weaken motion: I'll have't disputed on;
'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant.
Lay hold upon him: if he do resist,
Subdue him at his peril.

                                      Hold your hands,
Both you of my inclining and the rest:
Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it
Without a prompter.  Where will you that I go
To answer this your charge?

                                              To prison; till fit time
Of law and course of direct session
Call thee to answer.

                                 What if I do obey?
How may the duke be therewith satisfied,
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state,
To bring me to him?

                                  'Tis true, most worthy signior;
The duke's in council, and your noble self,
I am sure, is sent for.

                                    How! the duke in council!
In this time of the night!  Bring him away:
Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself,
Or any of my brothers of the state,
Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own;
For if such actions may have passage free,
Bond slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.

There is no composition in these news
That gives them credit.

                                      Indeed, they are disproportion'd;
My letters say a hundred and seven galleys.

And mine a hundred and forty.

                                                  And mine two hundred:
But though they jump not on a just account,
As in these cases, where the aim reports,
'Tis oft with difference,  yet do they all confirm
A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.

Nay, it is possible enough to judgement:
I do not so secure me in the error,
But the main article I do approve
In fearful sense.

[Within.]  What, ho! what, ho! what, ho!

A messenger from the galleys.

                                                 Now,  what's the business?

The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes;
So was I bid report here to the state
By Signior Angelo.

How say you by this change?

                                                This cannot be,
By no assay of reason: 'tis a pageant
To keep us in false gaze. When we consider
The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk;
And let ourselves again but understand
That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
So may he with more facile question bear it,
For that it stands not in such warlike brace,
But altogether lacks the abilities
That Rhodes is dress'd in. If we make thought of this,
We must not think the Turk is so unskilful
To leave that latest which concerns him first;
Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,
To wake and wage a danger profitless.

Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes.