'Till now, some nine moons wasted, they have us'd Their dearest action in the tented field; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broils and battel'; In fpeaking for my self. Yet, by your patience, Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, (For fuch 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 Why this should be. I therefore vouch again, Duke. To vouch this, is no proof, Without more certain and more overt test, Did you by indirect and forced courfes Or came it by request, and such fair question VOL. VI. Qqq e more wider and more over teft. Oth. . Oth. I beseech you, Send for the lady to the Sagittary, And let her speak of me before her father; do find me foul in her report, If you The truft, the office, I do hold of you, Not only take away, but let your fentence Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither. Oth. Ancient, conduct them, you best know the place. And 'till she come, as truly as to heav'n I do confefs the vices of my blood, Duke. Say it, Othello. Oth. Her father lov'd me, oft invited me; I ran it through, ev'n from my boyish days, To th' very moment that he bad me tell it: Of moving accidents by flood and field; [Exit Jago. Of hair-breadth scapes i'th' imminent deadly breach; yaab ed¦ Of being taken by the infolent foe, And fold to flavery; of my redemption thence, And with it all my travel's hiftory: ‡ f Wherein of antrées vast, and defarts wild, Rough quarries, rocks and hills, whose heads touch heav'n, This line is reftored from the old edition. It is in the reft And portance in my travels hiftory. Rymer in his criticifm on this play has chang'd it to Portents, inflead of Portance. Antrées. Fr. Grottoes. f Defarts idle, in the former editions; doubtless a corruption from wilde. It It was my hint to speak. * All these to hear, But still the house-affairs would draw her thence, 1111 She swore in faith, 'twas ftrange, 'twas paffing strange, 1904 And bad me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, * It was my hint to speak; fuch was the process; Do grow beneath their fhoulders. These to hear, A 11 It was kiffes in the later editions. But this is evidenly the true reading: the lady bad been forward indeed, to give him a world of kiffes upon the bare recital of bis ftory, nor does it agree with the following lines. SCENE Enter Defdemona, Jago, and attendants. Duke. I think this tale would win my daughter too ---ins Good Brabantio, Take up this mangled matter at the best. Men do their broken weapons rather use, Bra. I pray you hear her speak; If the confefs that she was half the wooer, Light on the man. Come hither, gentle mistress, Def. 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 How to respect you. You're the lord of duty, a I'm hitherto your daughter. But here's my husband, och gant And fo much duty as my mother fhew'd To you, preferring you before her father; So much I challenge, that I may profess Due to the Moor, my lord. Bra. God be with you: 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 haft already, with my heart ཅང་ Mi For For thy escape would teach me tyranny To hang clogs on them. I have done, my lord. Duke. Let me fpeak like your felf; and lay a fentence, Which, like a grife, or step, may help thefe lovers Into your favour When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. isol f The robb'd that fmiles, fteals fomething from the thief; also He robs himself, that spends a bootlefs grief. Bra. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile, Being strong on both fides, are equivocal. That the bruiz'd heart was pierced through the ear. 4 A I Duke. The Turk with a moft mighty preparation makes for Cyprus: Othello, the fortitude of the place is best known to you. And though we have there a substitute of must allowed sufficiency; yet opinion, a more fovereign miftrefs of effects, throws a more safe voice on you; you must therefore be content to flubber, the g glofs of your new fortunes, with this more ftubborn and boifterous expedition, Oth. The tyrant custom, moft grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war 1 h My B grofs. b coach. |