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...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 tell of some distressful

stroke that my youth suffered.

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 wished she had not heard it...

...yet she wished heaven

had made her such a man.

She thanked me...

...and bade me, if I had

a friend that loved her...

...I should but teach him

how to tell my story...

...and that would woo her.

Upon this hint I spake.

She loved me for the dangers I had passed...

...and I loved her that she did pity them.

This only is the witchcraft I have used.

Here comes the lady, let her witness it.

I think this tale would win my daughter too.

Good Brabantio...

...take up this mangled matter at the best.

Men do their broken weapons

rather use than their bare hands.

I pray you, hear her speak.

If she confess that she was half the wooer...

...destruction light on me if

my bad blame light on the man.

Come hither, gentle mistress.

Do you perceive in all this noble company...

...where most you owe obedience?

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 showed to you...

...preferring you before her father...

...so much I challenge that I may

profess due to the Moor, my lord.

God be with you.

I hath done. On to the affairs of state.

I had rather to adopt a child than get it.

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 thy sake, jewel, I am glad

at soul I have no other child...

...for thy escape would teach

me tyranny to hang clogs on them.

I have done, my lord.

Beseech you. On to the affairs of state.

The Turk with 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 the gloss of your new fortunes...

...with this more stubborn

and boisterous expedition.

The tyrant custom, most grave senators...

...hath made the flinty

and steel couch of war...

...my thrice-driven bed of down.

I do agnise a natural and prompt

alacrity I find in hardness...

...and do undertake these present

wars against the ottomites.

Most humbly therefore

bending to your state...

...I crave fit disposition for my wife...

...due reference of place and exhibition...

...in such accommodation and

besort as levels with her breeding.

- Lf you please, be't at her father's.

- I'll not have it so.

- Nor I.

- 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 prosperous ear...

...and let me find a charter in

your voice t'assist my simpleness.

What would you? Speak.

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 utmost pleasure of my lord.

I saw othello's visage in his mind...

...and to his honors 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 why I love him are bereft me...

...and I a heavy interim shall

support by his dear absence.

- Let me go with him.

- I do beseech you, let her have your voice.

Vouch with me, heaven, I therefore beg it

not to please the palate of my appetite...

...but to be free and bounteous of her mind.

Heaven defend your good

souls that you think I will...

...your serious and great

business scant for she is with me.

Be it as you shall privately

determine, either for her stay or going.

Th'affair cries haste

and speed must answer it.

You must hence tonight.

- Tonight, my lord?

- This night.

With all my heart.

At 1 o i'th'morning, here we'll meet again.

Othello, leave some officer behind and

he shall our commission bring to you...

...with such things else of

courtesy and respect as doth concern.

So please your grace, my ancient.

A man he is of honesty and trust.

To his conveyance I assign my wife...

...with what else needful your good

grace shall think to be sent after me.

Let it be so.

Good night to everyone.

And, noble signor...

...if virtue no delighted beauty lack...

...your son-in-law is

far more fair than black.

Adieu, brave Moor. Use Desdemona well.

Look to her, Moor, have a quick eye to see.

She has deceived her father and may thee.

My life upon her faith.

Honest lago, my Desdemona

must I leave to thee.

I prithee, let thy wife attend on her and

bring them after in the best advantage.

Come, my Desdemona, I

have but an hour of love...

...of worldly matters and

direction to spend with thee.

We must obey the time.

Lago.

What sayst thou, noble heart?

What shall I do, thinkest thou?

Why, go to bed and sleep.

I will incontinently drown myself.

Well, if thou dost, I shall

never love thee after it.

Why, thou silly gentleman?

What shall I do?

I confess it is my shame to be so fond,

but it is not in my virtue to amend it.

Virtue? A fig.

'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.

Our bodies are gardens to the

which our wills are gardeners.

If the balance of our lives

had not one scale of reason...

...to poise another of sensuality...

...by the blood and

baseness of our natures...

...would conduct us to most

preposterous conclusions.

But we have reason to

cool our raging motions...

...our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts.

Whereof I take this, that you

call love, to be a sect or scion.

- It cannot be.

- It is merely a lust of the blood...

...and a permission of the will.

Come, be a man.

Drown thyself.

Drown cats and blind puppies.

I professed me thy friend...

...and I confess me knit to thy deserving

with cables of perdurable toughness.

I could never better stead thee than now.

Put money in thy purse.

Follow these wars.

Defeat thy favor with an usurped beard.

It cannot be that Desdemona should

long continue her love to the Moor.

She must change for youth.

When she is sated with his body, she

will find the error of her choice.

She must have change.

She must.

Therefore put money in thy purse.

If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do

it a more delicate way than drowning.

Make all the money thou canst.

If sanctimony and a frail vow

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