Authors: William Shakespeare
DUKE
Whoe’er he be that in this foul
proceeding
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Hath thus
beguiled
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your daughter of herself,
And you of her, the
bloody
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book of law
You shall yourself read in the bitter letter
After your own sense
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: yea, though our proper son
Stood in your action
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.
BRABANTIO
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.
ALL
We are very sorry for’t.
To Othello
DUKE
What, in your own part, can you say
to this?
BRABANTIO
Nothing,
but
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this is so.
OTHELLO
Most potent,
grave
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and reverend signiors,
My very noble and
approved
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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
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of my offending
Hath this extent, no more.
Rude
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am I in my speech,
And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace;
For
since these arms of mine had seven years’ pith
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,
Till now some nine moons wasted
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, they have used
Their
dearest
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action in the tented field,
And little of this great world can I speak
More than pertains to feats of
broils
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and battle,
And therefore little shall I grace my cause
In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,
I will a
round
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unvarnished tale deliver
Of my whole course of love: what drugs, what charms,
What
conjuration
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and what mighty magic —
For such proceeding I am charged
withal
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—
I won his daughter.
BRABANTIO
A maiden never bold,
Of spirit so still and quiet that her
motion
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Blushed at herself: and she, in spite of nature,
Of
years
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, of country, credit, everything,
To fall in love with what she feared to look on!
It is a judgement maimed and most imperfect
That will confess perfection so could err
Against all rules of nature, and must be driven
To find out
practices
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of cunning hell
Why this should be. I therefore
vouch
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again
That with some
mixtures
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pow’rful o’er the blood,
Or with some
dram
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, conjured to this effect,
He
wrought
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upon her.
DUKE
To vouch this is no proof,
Without more wider and more overt
test
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Than these thin
habits
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and poor likelihoods
Of
modern seeming
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do prefer against him.
FIRST SENATOR
But, Othello, speak:
Did you by
indirect
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and forcèd courses
Subdue and poison this young maid’s affections?
Or came it by request and such fair
question
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As soul to soul
affordeth
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?
OTHELLO
I do beseech you,
Send for the lady to the Sagittary
And let her speak of me before her father:
If you do find me foul in her report,
The trust, the
office
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I do hold of you
Not only take away, but let your sentence
Even fall upon my life.
DUKE
Fetch Desdemona hither.
OTHELLO
Ancient, conduct them: you best know
To Iago
the place.—
[Exeunt Iago and Attendants]
And, till she come, as truly as to heaven
I do confess the vices of my
blood
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,
So
justly
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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.
OTHELLO
Her father loved me, oft invited me,
Still
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questioned me the story of my life
From year to year: the battle, sieges, fortune,
That I have
passed
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.
I ran it through, even from my boyish days
To th’very moment that he bade me tell it,
Wherein I spoke of most
disastrous
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chances,
Of
moving
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accidents by flood and field,
Of hair-breadth
scapes
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i’th’imminent deadly breach,
Of being taken by the
insolent
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foe
And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence,
And
portance
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in my traveller’s history,
Wherein of
antres
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vast and deserts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks, hills whose head touch heaven,
It was my
hint
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to speak: such was my process.
And of the cannibals that each other eat,
The
Anthropophagi
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and men whose heads
Grew beneath their shoulders: these things to hear
Would Desdemona
seriously
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incline,
But still the house-affairs would draw her thence,
Which ever as she could with haste dispatch,
She’d come again, and with a greedy ear
Devour up my discourse: which I observing,
Took once a
pliant
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hour, and found good means
To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart
That I would all my
pilgrimage
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dilate,
Whereof by
parcels
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she had something heard,
But not
intentively
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. I did consent,
And often did
beguile her of
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her tears,
When I did speak of some distressful
stroke
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That my youth suffered. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of
kisses
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:
She swore, ‘In faith ’twas strange, ’twas
passing
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strange,
’Twas pitiful, ’twas wondrous pitiful!’
She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished
That heaven had
made her
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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
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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
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it.
Enter Desdemona, Iago, Attendants
DUKE
I think this tale would win my daughter too.
Good Brabantio,
Take up this mangled matter at the best
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:
Men do their broken weapons rather use
Than their bare hands.
BRABANTIO
I pray you hear her speak:
If she confess that she was half the wooer,
Destruction on my head if my
bad
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blame
Light on the man!— Come hither, gentle
To Desdemona
mistress.
Do you perceive in all this noble company
Where most you owe obedience?
DESDEMONA
My noble father,
I do perceive here a divided duty.
To you I am bound for life and
education
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:
My life and education both do
learn
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me
How to respect you. You are the lord of duty,
I am
hitherto
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your daughter. But here’s my husband,
And so much duty as my mother showed
To you,
preferring
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you before her father,
So much I
challenge
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that I may profess
Due to the Moor my lord.
BRABANTIO
God be with you! I have done.
Please it
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your grace, on to the state affairs.
I had rather to adopt a child than
get
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it.
Come hither, Moor:
I here do give thee that with all my heart
Which
but
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thou hast already, with all my heart
I would keep from thee.—
For your sake
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, jewel,
To Desdemona
I am glad at soul I have no other child,
For thy
escape
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would teach me tyranny,
To the Duke
To hang
clogs
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on them.— I have done, my lord.
DUKE
Let me speak
like yourself
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, and lay a sentence
Which, as a
grise
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or step, may help these lovers.
When
remedies are past
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, the griefs are ended
By seeing the worst, which
late
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on hopes depended.
To mourn a
mischief
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that is past and gone
Is the
next
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way to draw new mischief on.
What cannot be preserved when fortune
takes
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,
Patience her injury a mock’ry makes
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.
The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief:
He robs himself that
spends
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a bootless grief.
BRABANTIO
So let the Turk of Cyprus us
beguile
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,
We lose it not, so long as we can smile.
He bears the sentence well that nothing bears
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But the
free
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comfort which from thence he hears:
But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow
That,
to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow
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.
These sentences, to sugar or to gall,
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Being strong on both sides, are equivocal
.
But words are words: I never yet did hear
That the
bruisèd
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heart was pierced through the ears.
I humbly beseech you proceed to th’affairs of state.
DUKE
The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes for
Cyprus. Othello, the
fortitude
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of the place is best known to
you, and though we have there a substitute of most
allowed
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sufficiency
, yet
opinion
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, a more sovereign mistress of effects,
throws a more safer voice on you
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: you must therefore be
content to
slubber
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the gloss of your new fortunes with this
more
stubborn
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and boisterous expedition.
OTHELLO
The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Hath made the
flinty
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and steel couch of war
My
thrice-driven
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bed of down: I do agnize
A natural and prompt
alacrity
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I find in
hardness
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, and do undertake
This present wars against the Ottomites.
Most humbly therefore
bending to your state
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,
I crave
fit disposition
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for my wife,
Due
reference of place and exhibition
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,
With such
accommodation
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and besort
As
levels with
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her breeding.
DUKE
Why, at her fathers.
BRABANTIO
I will not have it so.
OTHELLO
Nor I.
DESDEMONA
Nor would I there reside,
To put my father in impatient thoughts
By being in his
eye
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. Most gracious duke,
To my
unfolding
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lend your prosperous ear,
And let me find a
charter
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in your voice
T’assist my
simpleness
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.
DUKE
What would you, Desdemona?
DESDEMONA
That I love the Moor to live with him,
My downright
violence
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and storm of fortunes
May trumpet to the world. My heart’s
subdued
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Even to
the
very quality
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of my lord.
I saw Othello’s visage in his mind,
And to his honours and his valiant
parts
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Did I my soul and fortunes
consecrate
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:
So that, dear lords, if I be left behind
A
moth
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of peace, and he go to the war,
The
rites
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for why I love him are bereft me,
And I a heavy interim shall support
By his
dear
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absence. Let me go with him.