DUKE OF VENICE
Why, what's the matter? BRABANTIO
My daughter! O, my daughter! DUKE OF VENICE, Senator
Dead? BRABANTIO
Ay, to me; She is abused, stol'n from me, and corrupted By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks; For
nature so preposterously to err, Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense, Sans witchcraft could not. DUKE OF VENICE
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 your own sense, yea, though our
proper son Stood in your action. 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. DUKE OF VENICE, Senator
We are very sorry for't. DUKE OF VENICE
[To OTHELLO] What, in your own part, can you say to this? BRABANTIO
Nothing, but this is so. OTHELLO
Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, 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 offending Hath
this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace: For since
these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used Their dearest
action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and
battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I
will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration
and what mighty magic, For such proceeding I am charged withal, I won his daughter. BRABANTIO
A maiden never bold; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Blush'd at herself; and she, in spite of
nature, Of years, of country, credit, every thing, To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on! It is a judgment
maim'd and most imperfect That will confess perfection so could err Against all rules of nature, and must
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