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Enter an Officer, with a Sailor.
Now? the business?
Duke. How say you by this change?
This cannot be,
may he with more facile question bear it, For that it stands not in such warlike brace,7 But altogether lacks the abilities 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, Have there injointed them with an after fleet.
7 State of defence.
Scene III. THE MOOR OF VENICE. 297 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 appear
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 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
And it is still itself.
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: Foi nature so preposterously to err, Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense, Sans' witchcraft could not Duke. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul proceed.
ing, 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 your action.' Bra.
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 of 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 Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,
And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace;
tience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what
A maiden never bold;
To vouch this, is no proof; Without more certain and more overt test, 3
Than these thin habits, and poor
likelihoods Of modern seeming, 4 do prefer against him.
1 Sen. But, Othello, speak;-
I do beseech you,
do find me foul in her report, The trust, the office, I do hold of you, Not only take away,
your sentence Even fall upon my life. Duke.
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;
4 Weak show.