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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'dme; And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint, I spake: She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd; And I lov'd her, that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have us'd; Here comes the lady, let her witness it.
Enter DESDEMONA, Iago, and Attendants. Duke. I think, this tale would win my daughter
too. Good Brabantio, Take
this mangled matter at the best:
I pray you, hear her speak;
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 husband; And so much duty as my mother show'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 hast already, with all my heart
I would keep from thee.-For your sake, jewel,
lord. Duke. 22 Let me speak like yourself; and lay a sen,
tence, Which, as a grise 23, 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; We lose it not, so long as we can smile. He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears But the free comfort which from thence he hears: But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow. These sentences, to sugar, or to gall, Being strong on both sides, are equivocal: But words are words; I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear. I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of state.
Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes for Cyprus :--Othello, the fortitude of the