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Of moving accidents, by flood, and field;
* My behaviour. 7 Caves and dens. 8 Parts. * Intention and attention were once synonymous.
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:
Here comes the lady, let her witness it. l
Enter Desdemos A, Iago, and Attendants.
Duke. I think, this tale would win my daughter too.—
Good Brabantio, *
Bra. - I pray you, hear her speak;
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 hus
And so much duty as my mother show'd
Bra. God be with you!—I have done:—
Duke. Let me speak like yourself; and lay a sen
tence, 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;
r * Grise from degrees.
But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow,
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 safer voice on you: you must therefore be content to slubber 3 the gloss of your new fortunes with this more stubborn and boisterous expedition.
Oth. The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Duke. * If you please,
* i. e. That the wounds of sorrow were ever cured by the words of consolation. 3 Obscure. 4 Acknowledge, 5 Allowance.
Oth. Nor I. Des. Nor I; I would not there reside, To put my father in impatient thoughts, By being in his eye. Most gracious duke, To my unfolding lend a gracious ear; And let me find a charter in your voice, To assist my simpleness. Duke. What would you, Desdemona 3 Des. That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world; my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord: I saw Othello's visage in his mind; And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate. So that, dear lords, if I be left behind, A moth of peace, and he go to the war, The rites, for which I love him, are bereft me, And I a heavy interim shall support By his dear absence: Let me go with him. Oth. Your voices, lords:—beseech you, let hel will Have a free way. Vouch with me, heaven; I therefore beg it not, To please the palate of my appetite; Nor to comply with heat, the young affects," In my distinct and propersatisfaction; But to be free and bounteous to her mind: And heaven defendi your good souls, that you think I will your serious and great business scant, For" she is with me: No, when light-wing'd toys
% Affections. 7 Forbid. 8 Because.