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I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of
Oth. The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
If you please,
I 'll not have it so.
Nor I ; I would not there reside,
Duke. What would you, Desdemona ?
Des. That I did love the Moor to live with him,
And to his honours, and his valiant parts,
soul and fortunes consecrate. So that, dear lords, if I be left behind, A moth of peace, and he go to the war, I shall a heavy interim support By, his dear absence: Let me go with him. Oth. Your voices, lords : -beseech you, let hier
will Have a free way: Vouch with me, heaven; I therefore beg it not For my distinct and proper satisfaction; But to be free and bounteous to her mind : And heaven defend your good souls, that you think I will your serious and
Duke. Be it as you shall privately determine,
haste, And speed must answer it; you must hence to
heart. Duke. At nine i’ the morning here we 'll meet
Because. 9 Blind. 1 A small kettle. 2 Helmet.
To his conveyance I assign my wife,
Let it be so.
1 Sen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well.
[Exeunt OTHELLO and DESDEMONA
Iago. Well, if thou dost, I shall never love thee after it. Why, thou silly gentleman !
Rod. It is silliness to live, when to live is a torment: and then have we a prescription to die, when death is our physician.
Iago. O villainous ! I have looked upon the world för four times seven years ! and since I could distinguish between a benefit and an injury, I never found a man that knew how to love himself. Ere I would say, I would drown myself for the love of a Guinea-hen, I would change my humanity with a baboon.
Rod. What should I do? I confess, it is my shame to be so fond; but it is not in my virtue to amend it.
Iago. Virtue ? a fig! 'tis in ourselves, that we are thus, or thuş. We have reason to cool our raging passions ; whereof I take this, that you call - love, to be one.
Rod. It cannot be. Iago. Come, be a man: Drown thyself? drown cats, and blind puppies. I have professed me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable toughness; I could never better stead thee than now. Put money in thy purse ; follow these wars; defeat thy favour with an usurped beard 4; I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be, that Desdemona should long continue her love to the Moor, — put money in thy purse; - nor he his to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration;- put but money in thy purse.— These Moors are changeable in their wills; fill thy purse with money: drowning thyself is clean out of the way : seek thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy, than to be drowned and go without it.
Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on the issue ?
Iago. Thou art sure of me; -Go, make money :
I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I hate the Moor : My cause is hearted: thine hath no less reason: Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him: go; provide thy money: We will have more of this to-morrow. Adieu,
Rod. Where shall we meet i’ the morning ?
4 Change your countenance with a false beard.
Iago. Go to; farewell : put money enough in your purse.
[Erit RODERIGO. Thus do I ever make
ACT THE SECOND.
A Sea-port Town in Cyprus. A Platform.
Enter MONTANO and Two Gentlemen.