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Without more certain and more overt test,
likelihoods Of modern seeming do prefer against him.
1 Sen. But, Othello, speak;
Oth. I beseech you,
[Exeunt two or three. Oth. Ancient, conduct them, you best know the place,
[Exit Iago. And till she come, as truly as to Heaven I do confess the vices of
Duke. Say it, Othello.
Oth. Her father loved me, oft invited me; Still questioned me the story of my life, From year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have past.
[breach ; And sold to slavery ;. of my redemption thence, And portance
travel's history : Wherein of antres vast, and desarts idle, Rough quarriers, rocks, and hills, whose heads
touch heaven, It was my hint to speak ; such was the process ; And of the Canibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi; and men whose heads (23) Do grow beneath their shoulders. All these to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline; But still the house affairs would draw her thence, Which ever as she could with haste 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,
(33) Men whose heads, &c. This is a mere circumlocution to express the Antipodes, whose heads (as in respect of us situate on the opposite side of the globe,) do in truth grow beneath their shoulders.
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate;
“ In faith, 'twas strange 'twas passing
strange, “ 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful” She wished she had not heard it;-yet she wished That Heaven had made her such a man :--she
thanked me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. On this hint I spake; She loved me for the dangers I had past, And I loved her that she did pity them : This only is the witchcraft I have used. Here comes the lady, let her witness it.
Enter DESDEMONA, Iago, and Attendants.
Duke. I think this tale would win my daughter Good Brabantio,
[tooTake 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,
Des. My noble father,
I'm bound for life and education ;
Bra. God be with you: I have done.
sentence, Which, as a grice, or step, may help these lovers
your favourWhen 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 preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. [thief; The robbed, that smiles, steals something from the 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 bruised heart was pierced through the ear.-Beseech you, now to the affairs o'th' state.
Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes for Cyprus : Othello, the fortitudeof the place is best known to you. And though we have there a substitute of most allowed sufficiency; yet opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects, throws a more safe voice on you; you must therefore be content to slubber the gloss of your new fortunes, with this more stubborn and boisterous expedition.
Oth. The tyrant custom, most grave senators,