OTHELLO
The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed
of down: I do agnise A natural and prompt alacrity I find in hardness, and do undertake These present
wars against the Ottomites. Most humbly therefore bending to your state, I crave fit disposition for my
wife. Due reference of place and exhibition, With such accommodation and besort As levels with her breeding. DUKE OF VENICE
If you please, Be't at her father's. BRABANTIO
I'll not have it so. OTHELLO
Nor I. DESDEMONA
Nor I; I would not there reside, To put my father in impatient thoughts By being in his eye. Most gracious
duke, To my unfolding lend your prosperous ear; And let me find a charter in your voice, To assist my
simpleness. DUKE OF VENICE
What would You, Desdemona? DESDEMONA
That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the
world: my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord: I saw Othello's visage in his mind, And to
his honour 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. Let me go with him. OTHELLO
Let her have your voices. Vouch with me, heaven, I therefore beg it not, To please the palate of my appetite, Nor
to comply with heatthe young affects In me defunctand proper satisfaction. But to be free and bounteous
to her mind: And heaven defend your good souls, that you think I will your serious and great business
scant For she is with me: no, when light-wing'd toys Of feather'd Cupid seal with wanton dullness My speculative
and officed instruments, That my disports corrupt and taint my business, Let housewives make a skillet of
my helm, And all indign and base adversities Make head against my estimation! DUKE OF VENICE
Be it as you shall privately determine, Either for her stay or going: the affair cries haste, And speed must
answer it. First Senator
You must away to-night.
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