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And bade me, if I had a friend that loy'd her,
Enter Desdemona, Iago, and Attendants. Duke. I think, this tale would win my daughter
too. — Good Brabantio, Take
this mangled matter at the best:
pray you, hear her speak; If she confess, that she was half the wooer, Destruction on my head, if my bad blame Light on the man !--Come hither, gentle mistress; Do you perceive in all this noble company, Where most you owe obedience? Des.
My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty: To you
I am bound for life, and education;
Due to the Moor, my lord. .
Bra. God be with you! I have done:Please it your grace, on to the state affairs; I bad rather to adopt a child, than get it. Come hither, Moor: I here do give thee that with all my heart, Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart I would keep from thee.-For your sake, jewel, I am glad at soul I have no other child; For thy escape would teach me tyranny, To hang clogs on them. I have done, my lord. Duke. Let me speak like yourself; and lay a
sentence, Which, as a grise, or step, may help these lovers Into your
favour. When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone, , Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserv'd when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. The robb’d, that smiles, steals something from the
thief; He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief.
Bra. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile; We lose it not, so long as we can smile. He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears But the free comfort which from thence he hears: But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow. These sentences, to sugar, or to gall, Being strong on both sides, are equivocal:
But words are words; I never yet did hear,
Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes for Cyprus:-Othello, the fortitude of the place is best known to you: And though we have there a substitute of most allow'd sufficiency, yet opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects, throws a more safer voice on you: you must therefore be content to slubber the gloss of your new fortunes with this more stubborn and boisterous expedition.
Oth. The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
If you please,
I'll not have it so.
Nor I; I would not there reside,
To assist my simpleness.
Duke. What would you, Desdemona?
Des. That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world; my heart's subdu'd Even to the very quality of my
think I will your serious and great business scant, For she is with me: No, when light-wing'd toys Of feather'd Cupid seel with wanton dullness My speculative and active instruments, That my disports corrupt and taint my business, Let housewives make a skillet of my helm, And all indign and base adversities Make head against my estimation!
Duke. Be it as you shall privately determine,
Either for her stay, or going: the affair cries
haste, And speed must answer it; you must hence to
night. Des. To-night, my lord? Duke.
This night. Oth.
With all my heart Duke. At nine i'the morning here we'll meet
Please your grace, my ancient:
Let it be so.-
[To Brabantio. If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.
1 Sen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well. Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to
see; She has deceiv'd her father, and may
thee. [Exeunt Duke, Senators, Officers, &c. Oth. My life upon her faith.—Honest Iago, My Desdemona must I leave to thee: I pr’ythee, let thy wife attend on her; And bring them after in the best advantage. —