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That Rhodes is dress'd in:-if we make thought of
Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes, Haye there injointed them with an after fleet. 1 Sen. Ay, so I thought:-How many, as you
guess ? Mess. Of thirty sail: and now do they re-stem Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance Their purposes toward Cyprus,-Signior Montano, Your trusty and most valiant servitor, With his free duty, recommends you thus, And prays you to believe him.
Duke. Tis certain then for Cyprus.Marcus Lucchesé, is he not in town?
1 Sen. He's now in Florence. Duke. Write from us; wish him post-post-haste:
despatch. 1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant
Enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, IAGO, RODERIGO,
and Officers. Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ
you Against the general enemy Ottoman. I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior;
[To Brabantio. We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night.
Bra. So did I yours: Good your grace, pardon me; Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the general
Take hold on me; for my particular grief
Why, what's the matter?
Ay, to me;
Duke. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul proceeding,
You shall yourself read in the bitter letter,
Humbly I thank your grace.
Duke and Sen. We are very sorry for it.
[To Othello. Bra. Nothing, but this is so.
Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her; The very bead and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace; For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, 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 broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause, In speaking for myself: Yet, by your gracious pa
tience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what
What conjuration, and what mighty magick,
A maiden never bold;
To vouch this, is no proof;
i Sen. But, Othello, speak ;-
I do beseech you,
The trust, the office, I do hold of you,
your sentence Even fall upon my life. Duke.
Fetch Desdemona hither. Oth. Ancient, conduct them; you best know the
place.- [E.reunt Iago and Altendants. And, till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine.
Duke. Say it, Othello.
Oth. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have pass'd. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it. Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents, by flood, and field; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, And portance 20 in my travel's history: Wherein of antres vast, and desarts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch
heaven, It was my hint to speak, such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat,