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Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,
Sans : witchcraft could not
Duke. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul proceed-

ing,
Hath thus beguild 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. 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,

3 Without.

4 Accusation.

s Best exertion.

(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 herself; And she, in spite of nature,
Of years, of country, credit, every thing,
To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on ?
It is a judgment maim'd, and most iinperfect,
That will confess — perfection so could err
Against all rules of nature, and must be driven
To find out practices 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

likelihoods Of modern seeming?, do prefer against him.

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

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 ;,

; you

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.
* The sign of the fictitious creature so called.

year to

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 ; the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have pass’d.
I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
To the very moment that he både me tell it.
Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents, by flood and field;
Of hair-breadth scapes i' the imminent deadly

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,
• Intention and attention were once synonymous. .

She swore,

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 sighs :

- 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

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 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.

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And so much duty as my mother show'd
To you, preferring you before her father,
So much I challenge that I may profess
Due to the Moor, my lord.
Bra.

Then 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 hast already, with all my heart
I would keep from thee. - For your sake, jewel,
I am 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. Let me speak like yourself, and lay a

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.

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