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, And that would woo her. On this hint I spake; This only is the witchcraft I have used. Enter DESDEMONA, IAGO, and Attendants. Duke. I think this tale would win my daughter Good Brabantio, Take up this mangled matter at the best. Bra. I pray you, hear her speak; [too If she confess that she was half the wooer, Des. My 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 my How to respect you. You're the lord of duty; Bra. God be with you: I have done. I here do give thee that with all my heart, sentence, Which, as a grice, or step, may help these lovers When remedies are past, the griefs are ended Bra. So, let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile, He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears Being strong on both sides, are equivocal. Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes 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 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, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war I find in hardness; and do undertake Duke. Why, at her father's. Bra. I will not have it so. Des. Nor would I there reside, To put my father in impatient thoughts Duke. What would you, Desdemona? Des. That I did love the Moor to live with him, I saw Othello's visage in his mind, A moth of peace, and he go to the war, The rites, for which I love him, are bereft me: By his dear absence. Let me go with him. [will Oth. Your voices, lords; 'beseech you, let her Have a free way. I therefore beg it not To please the palate of my appetite; Nor to apply with heat, the young affects, In 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 great business scant, For she is with me.-No, when light-winged toys Of feathered Cupid foil with wanton dulness. My speculative and officed instruments, That my disports corrupt and taint my business; Let housewives make a skillet of my helm, (34) 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; the affair cries haste; And speed must answer. You must hence to-night. Des. To-night, my Lord? Duke. This night. Oth. With all my heart. (34) By referring to figure 100, and reversing it, it may be seen that the helm or bonnet of Othello, there drawn resembles a skillet. |