SCENE III. Venice. A Council Chamber. The DUKE, GRATIANO, LODOVICO, Seven other SENATORS, and MARCO, in waiting, discovered. Duke. There is no composition in these news, That gives them credit. Gra. Indeed they are disproportioned; But though they jump not on a just account, A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus. Enter PAULO and a SAILOR. Paul. A messenger from the gallies. Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; Duke. How say you by this change? By no assay of reason; To keep us in false gaze. 'tis a pageant, Paul. Here is more news. Enter a MESsenger, Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Steering with due course towards the isle of Rhodes, Have there enjointed them with an after-fleet. [Gives Letters to MARCO, who delivers them to the DUKE. Lod. How many, as you guess? Mess. Of thirty sail: and now they do re-stem Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance Their purposes towards Cyprus.-Signior Montano, Your trusty and most valiant servitor, With his free duty, recommends you thus, Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus. Lod. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant Moor. Enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, CASSIO, IAGO, RoDERIGO, GIOVANNI, and LUCA. [Exeunt SAILOR and MESSEnger. Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you Against the general enemy Ottoman. I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior; care Take hold on me: for my particular grief Duke. Why, what's the matter? Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter! Bra. Ay, to me; She is abused, stol'n from me, and corrupted By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks: Sans witchcraft could not Duke. Whoe'er he be, that in this foul proceeding Hath thus beguiled your daughter of herself, And you of her, the bloody book of law You shall yourself read in the bitter letter, After your own sense; yea, though our proper son Stood in your action. Bra. Humbly, I thank your grace. Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it seems, Duke. We are very sorry for't. What in your own part can you say to this? Bra. Nothing, but this is so. [TO OTHELLO, Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approved good masters,That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have marry'd her; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; In speaking for myself: Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnished tale deliver Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration, and what mighty magic, (For such proceedings am I charged withal) I won his daughter with. Bra. A maiden never bold; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on? I therefore vouch again, That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood, Duke. To vouch this is no proof. Othello, speak; Did you, by indirect and forced courses, Oth. I do beseech you, Send for the lady to the Sagittar, And let her speak of me before her father: you do find me foul in her report, If The trust, the office, I do hold of you, Not only take away, but let your sentence Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither. Oth. Ancient, conduct them; you best know the place: [Exeunt IAGO, RODERIGO, LUCA, and GIOVANNI. And, till she come, as truly as to Heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I'll present Duke. Say it, Othello. Oth. Her father loved me; oft invited me; From year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes, I ran it through, even from my boyish days, Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach; And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, Wherein of antres vast, and desarts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak,-such was my process,- But still the house affairs would draw her thence; She swore,-In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wond'rous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it; yet she wish'd That Heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me; And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, 1 |