Othello Page #2

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...but let your sentence even

fall upon my life.

Fetch Desdemona.

Her father loved me...

...oft invited me...

...still questioned me the story

of my life from year to year...

...the battles, sieges, fortunes

that I have passed.

Even from my boyish days...

...to the moment

he bade me tell it.

Wherein I spoke of

most disastrous chances...

...of moving accidents by

flood and field...

...hair-breadth escapes

in the imminent deadly breach...

...of being taken by the insolent foe...

...and sold to slavery.

And of the cannibals that

each other eat...

...the Anthropophagi...

...and men whose heads do grow

beneath their shoulders.

These things to hear

would Desdemona seriously incline.

And with a greedy ear

devour up my discourse...

...which I observing...

...took once a pliant hour...

...and found means to draw

from her a prayer of earnest heart...

...which I would

all my pilgrimage dilate.

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 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.

Come hither, gentle mistress.

Do you perceive in all this company

where most you owe obedience?

My noble father...

...to you I am bound

for life and education.

My life and education both

do learn me how to respect you.

You are lord of all my 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 by you! I have done.

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.

I humbly beseech you, proceed

with the affairs of state.

The Turk, with a mighty preparation,

makes for Cyprus.

Othello...

...you must away tonight.

The affair cries haste,

and speed must answer it.

Most gracious Duke...

What would you, Desdemona?

That I did love the Moor

to live with him...

...my downright violence

and scorn of fortunes...

...may trumpet to the world.

My heart is 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 which I love him

are bereft me.

And I, a heavy interim,

shall support by his dear absence.

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