Bra. Nothing, but this is fo. Oth. Moft potent, grave, and reverend figniors, Hath this extent; no more. Rude 9 am I in my speech, For fince these arms of mine had seven years pith, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broils and battle; W In fpeaking" for myself. Yet by your gracious patience, Of my whole courfe of love; what drugs, what charms, b I won his daughter with. Bra. A maiden, never bold; Of spirit fo ftill and quiet, that her motion Blush'd at itself; and fhe, in fpight of nature, a The ad q. I am for am I. r So the qu's and W; the reft, foft for fet. s First q. feate. Firft q. and C, broil. Second q. of for for. x Second q. would for will. y Second q. unravish'd. z The qu's read proceedings, a So the qu's; the reft, I am. The qu's and 1ft f, omit with, c This is P.'s emendation; all be w So all before P. who omits gra- fore read berfelf for itself. cious; followed by T. H. and W, To To fall in love with what fhe fear'd to look on- Why this should be. I therefore vouch again, f Duke. To vouch this is no proof, Without more certain and more 1 overt test, k Did you by indirect and forced courfes Subdue and poifon this young maid's affections? Send for the lady to the Sagittary, And let her speak of me before her father; The truft, the office, I do hold of you, Not only take away, but let your sentence Even fall upon my life. Duke. Fetch Defdemona hither. [Exeunt two or three. Oth. Ancient, conduct them, you best know the place. And till fhe come, as P truly as to heaven I do confefs the vices of my blood, So juftly to your grave ears I'll present, Duke. Say it, Othello. Oth. Her father lov'd me, oft invited me, Still queftion'd me the r ftory of my life, t battles, fieges, fortunes, I ran it through, even " from my boyish days, [Exit Iago. Ofy hair-breadth fcapes i' th' imminent deadly breach; And fold to flavery; 2 of my redemption thence, This line is omitted in the rft q, • First f. tell. P First q. faithful for truly. This line is omitted in the rft q. Second q. fteryes. s Firft f. battaile. The fo's, fortune. u Second q. to for frem. w The qu's and C. fpake. x Firft q. accident of flood, &c, z Firft q. and for ef. And с Wherein of antres vaft, and defarts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, f and hills, whofe & heads touch." heaven, It was my hint to fpeak; And of the Canibals that each other eat, m n fuch was the process; These to hear The Anthropophagi; and a men whose heads • Do grow beneath their fhoulders. Would Defdemona seriously incline; But ftill the houfe-affairs would draw her 4 thence, a So the fo's, R. T. 7, and C; the ad q. pertence; the reft, And with it all my travel's, &c. b Rymer has changed portance to por tents. P. The fo's, traveller's. J. propofes to read, h Firft q. and W. bent for bint. 1 First and 2d fo's, others. m The qu's, Anthropophagie; 1ft f. Anthropophague. n of these men there is an account And portance in't; (i. e. in slavery) my in the interpolated travels of Mandevile, travel's biftory, &c. d Firft q. antrees, fo P; the 2d qu's, fo's, and R. antars. e The three last fo's, P. and H. read wild for idle. P. gives us wild, as an emendation of his own; which the fucceeding editors have regarded as fuch. The 1ft f. omits and. The Ift f. and R. bead. a book of that time. J. • So the qu's, T. W. J. and C; the fo's, Grew for Do grow; R. Did grow. P So the 2d q. and R; the it q This to bear, &c. The fo's and C. Thefe things to bear, &c. P. and the reft, All thefe to bear, &c. q The fo's and R. bence. First q. And for which. Whereof Whereof by parcels fhe had fomething heard, And often did beguile her of her tears, She fwore, in faith 'twas ftrange, 'twas paffing ftrange, She wish'd fhe had not heard it ;-yet fhe wifh'd That heaven had made her fuch a man:- She thank'd me, And bad me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my ftory, And that would woo her. y Upon this hint I spake, a She lov'd me for the dangers I had paft, And I lov'd her, that she did pity them: Here comes the lady, let her witness it. Enter Desdemona, Iago, and Attendants. Duke. I think this tale would win my daughter too. |