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Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,
your action. 4 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.
Duke & Sen. We are very sorry for it. Duke. What, in your own part, can you say to this?
[To OTHELLO. Bra. Nothing but this is so.
Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, 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 actions in the tented field ; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; And therefore little shall I grace my cause, In speaking for myself: Yet, by your gracious pa
tience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what
charms, What conjuration, and what mighty magick,
s Best exertion.
(For such proceeding I am charg'd withal,)
A maiden never bold;
To vouch this is no proof;
likelihoods Of modern seeming?, do prefer against him.
1 Sen. But, Othello, speak;
I do beseech
you, Send for the lady to the Sagittary, And let her speak of me before her father : If you
do find me foul in her report, The trust, the office, I do hold of you, Not only take away, but let your
sentence Even fall upon my life, Duke.
Fetch Desdemona hither. I Oth. Ancient, conduct them ;,
best know the place. [Exeunt Iago, and Attendants. And, till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood,
6 Open proof.
7 Weak show.
So justly to your grave ears I 'll present
Duke. Say it, Othello.
Oth. Her father lov'd me, oft invited me;
year ; the battles, sieges, fortunes,
breach; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history: Wherein of antres 'vast, and desarts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch
heaven, It was my hint to speak, such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to
hear, Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence ; Which ever as she could with haste despatch, 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, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively?: I did consent ; And often did beguile her of her tears,
? My behaviour. > Caves and dens,
When I did speak of some distressful stroke,
- In faith,'t was strange, ’t was passing
strange ; 'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous 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 lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint, I spake: She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd; 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.
Enter DesDeMONA, IAGO, 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
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 most you owe obedience? Des.
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
husband; VOL. X.
And so much duty as my mother show'd
Then I have done ;-
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 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 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 sugar, or to gall, Being strong on both sides are equivocal : But words are words; I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear.