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And bade me, if I had a friend that loy'd her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint, I spake:
She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass’d;
And I lov’d her, that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have us’d;
Here comes the lady, let her witness it.

Enter Desdemona, Iago, and Attendants. Duke. I think, this tale would win my daughter

too. — Good Brabantio, Take

up

this mangled matter at the best:
Men do their broken weapons rather use,
Than their bare hands.
Bra.

I

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;
My life, and education, both do learn me
How to respect you; you are the lord of duty,
I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my hus-

band;
And so much duty as my mother show'd
To you, preferring you before her father,
So much I challenge that I may profess

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,
That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear.
I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of
state.

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,
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice-driven bed of down: I do agnize
A natural and prompt alacrity,
I find in hardness; and do undertake
These present wars against the Ottomites.
Most humbly therefore bending to your state,
I crave fit disposition for my wife;
Due reference of place, and exhibition;
With such accommodation, and besort,
As levels with her breeding.
Duke.

If you please,
Be't at her father's.
Bra.

I'll not have it so.
Oth. Nor I.
Des.

Nor I; I would not there reside,
To put my father in impatient thoughts,
By being in his eye. Most gracious duke,
To my unfolding lend a gracious ear;
And let me find a charter in your voice,

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 lord:
I saw Othello's visage in his mind;
And to his honours, and his valiant parts,
Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
So that, dear lords, if I be left behind,
A moth of peace, and he go to the war,
The rites, for which I love him, are bereft me,
And I a heavy interim shall support
By his dear absence: Let me go with him.
Oth. Your voices, lords:—'beseech you, let her

will
Have a free way.
Vouch with me, heaven, I therefore beg it not,
To please the palate of my appetite;
Nor to comply with heat, the

young

affects, In my distinct and

proper

satisfaction; But to be free and bounteous to her mind: And heaven defend your good souls, that you 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

again.
Othello, leave some officer behind,
And he shall our commission bring to you;
With such things else of quality and respect,
As doth import you.
Oth.

Please your grace, my ancient:
A man he is of honesty, and trust:
To his conveyance I assign my wife,
With what else needful your good grace shall think
To be sent after me.
Duke.

Let it be so.-
Good night to every one. —And, noble signior,

[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. —

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