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O T H E L L O. 354

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.

Duke. Nay, in all confidence he's not for Rhodes.
Offi. Here is more news.

Enter a Messenger.
Mef. The Ottomites, (reverend and gracious,)
Steering with due course toward the Isle of Rhodes,
Have there injoin'd them with an after-fleet-

1 Sen. Ay, so I thought; how many, as you guess ?

Mel. Of thirty fail, and now they do re-stem
Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance
Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano,
Your trusty and most valiant Servitor,
With his free duty, recommends you thus,
And prays you to believe him.

Duke. Tis certain then for Cyprus : Marcus Luccicos,
Is he not here in town?
1 Sen. He's now in Florence.

(patch. Duke. Write from us, to him, post, post-hafte, dif. i Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant Moor.

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To them, Enter Brabantio, Othello, Caflio, lago,

Rodorigo, and Officers.
Duke. ALIANT Othello, we must straight employ

Against the general enemy Ottoman.
I did not see you ; welcome, gentlé fignior:

To Braban. We lack'd your counsel, and your help to-night.

Bra. So did I yours; good your Grace, pardon me; Neither my place, nor ought I heard of business, Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the general Take hold on me: For my particular grief

Is of fo flood-gate and o'er-bearing nature,
That it ingluts and swallows other sorrows,
And yet is still itself.

Duke. Why? what's the matter?
Bra. My daughter! oh, my daughter! --
Sen. Dead ?

Bra. To me;
She is abus'd, ftolen from me, and corrupted
By spells and medicines, bought of mountebanks ;
For nature so proposterously to err,
(Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,
Sans Witchcraft could not-

Duke. Whoe'er he be, that in this foul proceeding
Hath thus beguild your daughter of herself,
And you of her, the bloody book of law
You shall yourself read in ihe bitter letter,
After your own sense; yea, though our proper Son
Stood in your a&ion.
Bra. Humbly I thank your Grace.

Here is the man, this Moor, whom now, it seems,
Your special mandate, for the State-affairs,
Hath hither brought.

All. We're very sorry for't.
Duke. What in your own part can you say to this ?

To Othel.
Bra. Nothing, but this is so.

Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend figniors,
My very noble and approv'd good masters;
That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
It is most true ; true, I have married her ;
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent; no more. Rude am I in my speech,
And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ;
For since these arms of mine had seven years' Pith,
'Till now, some nine moons wasted, they have us'd
Their dearest action in the tented field ;
And little of this great world can I speak,
More than pertains to feats of broils and battle ;


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And therefore little shall I grace my cause,
In speaking for myself. Yet, by your patienco,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver,
Ofmy whole course of love; what drugs, whatcharms,
What conjuration, and what mighty magic,
(For such proceeding I am charg'd withal,)
I won his daughter with.

Bra. A maiden, never bold ;
Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion
Blush'd at itself; and she, in spight of nature,
Of years, of country, credit, every thing,
To fall in love with what fe fear'd to look on
It is a judgment maim'd, and most imperfea,
That will confess, Perfection so could err
Against all rules of nature; and must be driven
To find out pra&ices of cunning hell,
Why this should be. I therefore vouch again,
That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood,
Or with some dram, conjur'd to this effect,
He wrought upon her.

Duke. To vouch this, is no proof,
Without more certain and more overt test,
Than these thin habits and poor likelyhoods
Of modern Seeming do prefer against him.

i Sen. But, Othello, speak;
Did you by indired and forced courses
Subdue and poison this young maid's affeâions ?
Or came it by request, and such fair question
As soul to soul affordeth ?

Oth. I befcech you,
Send for the lady to the Sagittary,
And let her speak of me before her father ;

do find me foul in her report, The Trust, the Office, I: do hold of

Not only take away, but let your Sentence
Eren fall upon my lise,
Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither.

[Exeunt two or three.

Oth. Ancient, conduct them, you best know the place.

[Exit Iago. And 'till she come, as truly as to heav'n I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears. I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine.

Duke. Say it, Othello.

Oth. Her father lov'd me, oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year; the battles, fieges, fortunes, That I have past. I ran it through, e'en from my boyish days, To th' very moment that he bad me tell it : Wherein I spoke of moft disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field; Of hair-breadth spaces in th'imminent deadly breach; Of being taken by the infolent foe, And sold to slavery ; of my redemption thence, And with it, all my travel's history : Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, [heav'n, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills, whose heads touch * It was my hent to speak; such was the process ; And of the Canibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi; and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. All these to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline; But ftill the house-affairs would draw her thence, Which ever as Mhe could with halte dispatch, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse; which I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means. To draw from her a prayer of ernest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate; Whereof by parcels the had something heard, But not distinctively:. I did consent, And often did beguile her of her tears,

* It was my hint to speak ;] This implies .it as done by a Trap laid for her: But the old Quarto reads hent, i, e. use, custom.


When I did speak of some distressful stroke
That my youth suffer’d. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of fighs:
She swore, in faith,'twas ftrange,'twas passing ftrange,
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful-
She wish'd, she had not heard it; yet

she wish'd, That heav'n had made her such a man:

thank'd me,
And bad me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. On this hint Ispake,
She lov'd me for the dangers I had past,
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.

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Enter Desdemona, lago, and Attendants.

Think, this tale would win my daughter too-
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, ,


must owe obediance ?
Def. My noble father,
I do perceive here a divided duty ;

I'm bound for life and education :
My life and education both do learn me
How to respect you. You're the lord of duty;
I'm hitherto your daughter. But here's my husband;
And so much duty as my mother shew'd
To you, preferring you before her father;


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