I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my husband; BRA. I had rather to adopt a child than get it.- I here do give thee that with all my heart Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart To hang clogs on them.- I have done, my lord. 190 DUKE. Let me speak like yourself: and lay a sentence, Which as a grise, 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. Is the next way to draw new mischief on. 200 The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief; We lose it not so long as we can smile. But the free comfort which from thence he hears: Being strong on both sides, are equivocal: 210 That the bruised heart was pierced through the ear.— I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of state. 220 DUKE. The Turk with a 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. ОTH. The tyrant custom, most grave senators, I find in hardness; and do undertake DUKE. Be't at her father's. BRA. OTH. Nor I. 230 Nor I: I would not there reside, By being in his eye. Most gracious duke, DUKE. What would you, Desdemona? DES. That I did love the Moor to live with him, I saw Othello's visage in his mind; 250 By his dear absence: Let me go with him. 260 Vouch with me, heaven, I therefore beg it not To please the palate of my appetite; Nor to comply with heat-the young affects And heaven defend your good souls-that you think I will your serious and great business scant, Make head against my estimation. DUKE. Be it as you shall privately determine, Either for her stay or going; the affair cries haste, And speed must answer it. SEN. You must away to-night. OTH. With all my heart. 270 DUKE. At nine i' the morning here we'll meet again. 280 Othello, leave some officer behind, And he shall our commission bring to you, With such things else of quality and respect Отн. 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 DUKE. Let it be so. Good night to every one.- - And, noble signior, [To BRA. If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. 290 FIRST SEN. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well. BRA. Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see; She has deceived her father, and may thee. [Exeunt DUKE, Senators, Officers, &c. OTн. My life upon her faith! Honest Iago, My Desdemona must I leave to thee; I prithee let thy wife attend on her ; 300 [Exeunt OTHELLO and DESDEMONA. ROD. Iago, IAGO. What sayest thou, noble heart? IAGO. Why, go to bed and sleep. ROD. I will incontinently drown myself. IAGO. If thou dost I shall never love thee after. Why, thou silly gentleman! ROD. It is silliness to live when to live is torment; and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician. 311 IAGO. O villanous! I have looked upon the world for four times seven years; and since I could distinguish betwixt a benefit and an injury, I never found man that knew how to love himself. Ere I would say I would drown myself for the love of a Guinea-hen, I would change my humanity with a baboon. ROD. What should I do? I confess it is my shame to be so fond; but it is not in my virtue to amend it. 321 IAGO. Virtue! a fig! 'tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens; to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce; set hyssop, and weed up thyme; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many; either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry; why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, 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. ROD. It cannot be. 338 IAGO. 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 have 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 thou the wars; defeat thy favour with an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be that Desdemona should long continue her love to the Moor,-put money in thy purse, nor he his to her: it was a violent commencement in her, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration:-put but money in thy purse. These Moors are changeable in their wills; fill thy purse with money: the food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She C must change for youth: 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, betwixt an erring barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian, be not too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. Drown thyself! it is clean out of the way: seek thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy than to be drowned and go without her. ROD. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on the issue? 370 IAGO. Thou art sure of me:- - Go, make money:— I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I hate the Moor: My cause is hearted; thine hath no less reason: Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him: If thou canst, thou dost thyself a pleasure, me a sport. There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered. Traverse; go; provide thy money. We will have more of this to-morrow. Adieu. ROD. Where shall we meet i' the morning? ROD. I'll be with thee betimes. IAGO. Go to; farewell! Do you hear, Roderigo? IAGO. No more of drowning, do you hear? 380 IAGO. Go to; farewell! put money enough in your purse. Thus do I ever make my fool my purse; [Exit RODERIGO. For I mine own gained knowledge should profane, He has done my office: I know not if 't be true; 390 4.00 |