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Even fall upon my life.

Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither.
Otb. Ancient, conduct them, you best know the place.

(Exit lago.
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.

Oih. Her father lov'd me, oft invited me; Still question’d me the story of my life, From year to year, the battels, sieges, fortunes, That I have past. I ran it through, ev'n from my boyish days, To th' very moment that he bad me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by food and field; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i'ch' imminent deadly breach Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to Navery; of my redemption thence, And with it all my travel's history : Wherein of antres vast, and desarts wild, Rough quarries, rocks and hills, whose heads touch heav'n, It was my hint to speak. * All these to hear, Would Desdemona seriously incline ; But still the house-affairs would draw her thence, Which ever as she could with haite 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 earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,


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(a) It was my hint to speak ; such was the process;
And of the Canibals that each other eat,
The Anthropophagi; and men whose heads
Do grow beneach their shoulders. These to hear,
Would Defde mona, &c.

Whereof by parcels she had something heard,
But not distinctively: I did consent,
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did speak of fome distressful stroke
That my youth suffer’d. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs:
She swore in faith, 'cwas strange, 'twas passing Itrange,
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful
She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wilh'd
That heav'n had made her such a man she thankd 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 I spake, ,
She lov'd me for the dangers I had past,
And I lov'd her, that she did pity them :
This only is the witchraft I have us’d.
Here comes the Lady, let her witness it.

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Enter Desdemona, lago, 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 you most owe obedience?

Def. Noble father,
I do perceive here a divided duty;
To you 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 ;
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 had rather to adopt a child than get it.
Come hither, Moor :
I here do give thee that with all my heart,
Which, but thou haft already, with my

I would keep from thee. And for your fake, jewel,
I'm 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. 7 'Let me now speak more like your self; and lay
A sentence in,' which, like a grise or step,
May help these 8lovers here 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 robbid 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 9 cares!
"'For the false comforts' which from thence he bears ;
But he si beaps' both the sentence, and the forrow,
That to pay grief, muft of poor patience borrow.
These fentences to sugar, or to gall,
Being strong on both

lides, are equivocal.
But words are words; I never yer did hear,
That the bruiz'd heart was } /pieced through the ear,

1 6 For 7 Let me speak like your self; and lny a sentence, 8 lovers into 9 bears

1 But the free comfort 2 bears 3 pierced... old édit. Warb. emend.


I humbly beseech you proceed to th affairs of state.

Duke. The Turk with a moft mighty preparation make for Cyprus: Othello, the fortitude of the place is best known to you. And though we have there a substitute of most allowed sufficiency; yet opinion, a more sovereign mistress of effects, throws a more safe voice on you; you muft therefore be content to subber the gloss of your new fortunes with this more stubborn and boisterous expedition.

Oth. The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Hath made the finty 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
This present war against the Ottomites.
Most humbly therefore bending to your state,
I crave fit disposition for my wife,
Due reverence of place and exhibition,
With such accommodation and befort
As levels with her breeding.

Duke. Why, at her father's.
Bra. I will not have it so.
Otb. Nor I.

Def. Nor would I there reside,
To put my father in impatient thoughts
By being in his eye. Most gracious Duke,
To my unfolding lend your gracious ear,
And let me find a charter in
T'aflift my simpleness.

Duke. What would you, Desdemona?

Des. That I did love the Moor to live with him,
My down-right violence and storm of fortunes
May trumpet to the world. My heart's subdu'd
Ev'n to the very quality of my
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,


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The rites for which I love him are bereft me:
And I a heavy interim thall support
By his dear absence. Let me go with him.

Oth. Your voices, Lords ; beseech you, let her will
Have a free way. I therefore beg it not
To please the palate of my appetite ;
Nor to comply

with heat * affects the young,

sidiftinct. and proper satisfaction ;
But to be free and bounteous to her mind.
And heav'n defend your good souls, that you think
I will your serious and great business scant
For The is with me. No, when light-wing'd toys, .
Of feather'd Cupid foil with wanton dulness
My speculative and offic'd 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,
Or for her stay or going; th' affair cries hafte,
And speed must answer. You must hence to-night.

Dej. To-night, my Lord, to-night?

Otb. With all my heart.
: Duke. At nine i'ch morning here we'll meet again.
Othello, leave some officer behind,
And he shall our commission bring to you ;
And such things else of quality and respect
As doth import you.

Otb. Please your Grace, my Ancient ;
(A man he is of honesty and truft,)
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,
If virtue no delighting beauty lack,

4 the young affects, 5 defun&t . . . old edit. Theob. emend.
6 delighted

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