So much I challenge, that I may profess Era. God be with you; I have done. I here do give thee that with all my heart, For thy escape would teach me tyranny, To hang clogs on them. I have done, my Lord. When remedies are paft, the griefs are ended By feeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. The robb'd, that fmiles, fteals fomething from the thief; Bra. So, let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile, We lose it not, fo long as we can fmile; Being strong on both fides, are equivocal. Duke. The Turk with a mighty preparation makes for Cyprus. Othello, the fortitude of the place is bett known to you; and though we have there a fubftitute of most allowed fufficiency, yet opinion, a fovereign mistress of effects, throws a more fafe voice on you: you must therefore be content to flubber the glofs of your new fortunes with this more flubborn and boisterous expedition. R 2 Oth. Oth. The tyrant cuftom, most grave fenators, I find in hardinefs; and do undertake Duke. Why, at her father's. Def. Nor would I there refide, To put my father in impatient thoughts Duke. What would you, Desdemona? Def. That I did love the Moor to live with him, I faw Othello's vifage in his mind, The rites for which I love him are bereft me: By his dear abfence. Let me go with him. Oth. Your voices, Lords. Befeech you let her will Have a free way. I therefore beg it not, To please the palate of my appetite; And heaven defend your good fouls, that you think For For fhe is with me. No, when light-wing'd toys That my difports corrupt and taint my business, Duke. Be it as you fhall privately determine, Def To-night, my Lord? Oth. With all my heart. You must hence to-night. Duke. At nine i' the morning here we'll meet again. Othello, leave fome officer behind, And he shall our commiffion bring to you, And fuch things elfe of quality and respect, Oth. Please your Grace, my Ancient, To his conveyance I affign my wife, With what else needful your good Grace fhall think Duke. Let it be fo; Good-night to every one. And, noble Signior, Your fon-in-law is far more fair than black. Sen. Adieu, brave Moor. Ufe Desdemona well. [Exit Duke with Senators. R 3 [Exeunt. No. XXXVI. No. XXXVI.-O THELLO. ACT III. SCENE III. An Apartment in the Palau Enter Desdemona, Caffio, and Æmilia. DESDEMONA. Be thou affur'd, good Cafio, I will do All my abilities in thy behalf Emil. Good Madam, do. I know it grieves my husband As if the caufe were his.. Def. Oh, that's an honeft fellow. Doubt not, Caffie, But I will have my Lord and you again As friendly as you were. Caf. Moft bounteous Madam, Whatever fhall become of Michael Caffio, He's never any thing but your true fervant. Def. I know't; I thank you. You do love my Lord; You' e known him long; and, be you well affur'd, He fhall in ftrangenefs ftand no farther off Than in a politic distance. Caf. Ay, but, lady, That policy may either laft fo long, Def. Do not doubt that; before Æmilia here, To the laft article. My Lord fhall never reft; With Caffio's fuit: therefore be merry, Caffio; Than give thy cause away. Enter Othello and Iago, at diftance. Emil. Madam, here comes my Lord. Dij Iago. Hah! I like not that. Iago. Nothing, my Lord; or if--I know not what. Oth. Was not that Caffio parted from my wife? Iago. Caffio, my Lord? No, fure, I cannot think it, That he would fteal away fo guilty-like, Seeing you coming. Oth. I believe 'twas he. Def. How now, my Lord ?" I have been talking with a fuitor here, Def. Why, your lieutenant Caffio. Good my Lord, If I have any grace, or power to move you, For if he be not one that truly loves you, Oth. Went he hence now? Def. Ay, footh, fo humbled, That he hath left part of his grief with me, Oth. The fooner, fweet, for you. Def. Shall 't be to-night at fupper ? Oth. Not to-night. Def. To-morrow dinner then? Oth. I fhall not dine at home; I meet the Captains at the Citadel.. Def. Why then to-morrow night, or Tuesday morn, R 4 Out |