Act I. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTH Scene III. A council-chamber. The Duke and Senators sitting at a table; Office attending. Duke. There is no composition in these news That gives them credit. First Sen. Indeed they are dispropo My letters say a hundred and seven galleys. Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty. And mine, two h But though they jump not on a just account,- Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgement: Sailor. [Within] What, ho! what, ho! what, Duke. Enter Sailor. Now, what's the bu Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; So was I bid report here to the state Duke. How say you by this change? This cannot be By no assay of reason: 'tis a pageant THE MOOR OF VENICE Act I. Sc. iii. And let ourselves again but understand But altogether lacks the abilities That Rhodes is dress'd in: if we make thought of this, Enter a Messenger. Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, 30 Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes, Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance 40 ess? And prays you to believe him. With his free duty recommends you thus, Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus. Marcus Luccicos, is not he in town? Enter Brabantio, Othello, Iago, Roderigo, and Officers. Act I. Sc. iii. TRAGEDY OF OTH [To Brabantio] I did not see you; welcome signior; We lack'd your counsel and your help to-nigh Bra. So did I yours. Good your grace, pardon m Neither my place nor aught I heard of busine Hath raised me from my bed, nor doth the gene Take hold on me; for my particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, She is abused, stol'n from me and corrupted Duke. Whoe'er he be that in this foul proceeding Bra. Humbly I thank your grac Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it see Your special mandate for the state-affairs Hath hither brought. All. We are very sorry for 't. Duke. [To Othello] What in your own part can you this? gentle 50 Bra. Nothing, but this is so. Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, 80 For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, 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, 90 Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, A maiden never bold; Of spirit so still and quiet that her motion 100 Act I. Sc. iii Duke. TRAGEDY OF OTI He wrought upon her. To vouch this, is no [ Without more certain and more overt test Than these thin habits and poor likelihoods Of modern seeming do prefer against him. First Sen. But, Othello, speak : Oth. Did you by indirect and forced courses I do beseech you, Send for the lady to the Sagittary, Even fall upon my life. Duke. And till she come, as truly as to heaven Duke. Say it, Othello. Oth. Her father loved me, oft invited me, Still questioned me the story of my life I ran it through, even from my boyish days |