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1 Sen. Ay, so I thought:-How many, as you guess?
Mes. Of thirty sail: and now do they re-stem Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance
Their purposes toward Cyprus.-Signior Montano,
Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus.-
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 Moor.
Enter Brabantio, Othello, Iago, Roderigo, and
Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you Against the general enemy Ottoman.
I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior;
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
Is of so flood-gate and o’er-bearing nature,
Why, what's the matter?
Ay, to me; She is abus'd, stol'n from me, and corrupted By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks: For nature so preposterously to err, Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense, Sans witchcraft could notDuke. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul pro
ceeding, Hath thus beguild your daughter of herself, And
you of her, the bloody book of law You shall yourself read in the bitter letter, After your own sense; yea, though our proper son Stood in
Humbly I thank your grace. Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it seems, Your special mandate, for the state affairs, Hath hither brought.
Duke & Sen. We are very sorry for it. Duke. What, in your own part, can you say to this?
[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 head and front of my offending
Rude am I in my
Hath this extent, no more.
And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace;
More than pertains to feats of broil and battle;
In speaking for myself: Yet, by your gracious patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms,
What conjuration, and what mighty magick, (For such proceeding I am charg'd withal,) I won his daughter with.
He wrought upon her.
To vouch this, is no proof;
Without more certain and more overt test,
likelihoods Of modern seeming, do prefer against him.
1 Sen. But, Othello, speak;
I do beseech you,
Fetch Desdemona hither. Oth. Ancient, conduct them; you best know the
place. [Ereunt Iago and Attendants. 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 spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents, by food, and field;
Of hair-breadth scapesi’the imminent deadly breach;
process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to
hear, Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; Which ever as she could with haste despatch, 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, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively: I did consent; And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke, That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, , She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore,- In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing
strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish’d, she had not heard it; yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd