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And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,
Enter Desdemona, Iago, and Attendants. Duke. I think, this tale would win my daughter
Take up this mangled matter at the best:
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?
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
And so much duty as my mother show'd
Due to the Moor, my lord.
God be with you!—I have done :Please it
your grace, on to the state affairs;
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
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 sugąr, 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.
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—
And speed must answer it; you must hence tonight.
Des. To-night, my lord?
With all my heart.
Duke. At nine i'the morning here we'll meet
Othello, leave some officer behind,
And he shall our commission bring to you;
To his conveyance I assign my wife,
With what else needful your good grace shall think To be sent after me.
Let it be so.
Duke. Good night to every one.-And, noble signior, [To Brabantio.
Please your grace, my ancient:
If virtue no delighted beauty lack,
1 Sen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well. Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to
She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee.