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tender, fair and happy...

...could ever have t'incur a general mock...

...run from her guardage to the

sooty bosom of such a thing as thou?

To fear, not to delight.

I therefore apprehend and do attach

thee for an abuser of the world.

A practicer of arts

inhibited and out of warrant.

- Lay hold upon him.

- Halt!

Hold your hands, both you

of my inclining and the rest.

Were it my cue to fight, I should

have known it without a prompter.

Where will you that I go

to answer this your charge?

To prison.

Till fit time of law and direct

session call thee to answer.

How may the duke be therewith satisfied...

...whose messengers are here about my side...

...upon some present business

of the state to bring me to him?

'Tis true, most worthy

signor, the duke's in council.

- And your noble self, I am sure, is sent for.

- How?

The duke in council in

this time of the night?

Bring him away.

Mine's not an idle cause.

The duke himself or any of

my brothers of the state...

...cannot but feel this

wrong as 'twere their own.

For if such actions

shall have passage free...

...bond slaves and pagans

shall our statesmen be.

Valiant othello, we must

straight employ you...

...against the general enemy ottoman.

I did not see you. Welcome, gentle signor.

We lacked your counsel and your help tonight.

So did I yours.

Good your grace, pardon me.

Neither my place, nor

aught I heard of business...

...hath raised me from my bed...

...nor doth the general

care take any hold on me.

For my particular grief is of so

floodgate and o'erbearing nature...

...that it engluts and

swallows other sorrows.

And it is still itself.

- Why, what's the matter?

- My daughter.

O, my daughter.

- Dead?

- Ay, to me.

She is abused, stolen from me...

...and corrupted by spells and

medicines bought of mountebanks.

For nature so preposterously to err...

...being not deficient,

blind nor lame of sense...

...sans witchcraft could not.

Whoe'er he be that in this foul proceeding...

...hath thus beguiled your daughter

of herself and you of her...

...the bloody book of law

you shall yourself read...

...in the bitter letter after its own sense

though our proper son stood in your action.

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.

We are very sorry for't.

What, in your own part, can you say to this?

Nothing, but this is so.

Most potent, grave and reverend signors...

...my very noble and approved 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

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