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place is best known to you: And though we have there a substitute of most allow'd sufficiency, yet opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects, throws a more safer voice on you: you must therefore be content to slubber the gloss of your new fortunes with this more stubborn and boisterous expedition.
Oth. The ty rant custom, most grave senators,
If you please,
I'll not have it so.
Nor I; I would not there reside,
Duke. What would you, Desdemona?
May trumpet to the world; my heart's subdud
Oth. Your voices, lords:-—'beseech you, let her will
think I will your serious and great business scant, For she is with me: No, when light-wing’d toys Of feather'd Cupid seel with wanton dulness My speculative and active 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. Be it as you shall privately determine, Either for her stay, or going: the affair criés-haste, And speed must answer it; you must hence to-night.
Des. To-night, my lord?
This night. Oth.
With all my heart. Duke. At nine i'the morning here we'll meet again. Othello, leave some officer behind, And he shall our commission bring to you; With such things else of quality and respect, As doth import you. Oth.
Please your grace, my ancient;
Let it be so.
[70 Brabantio. If virtue no delighted 27 beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.
i Sen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well.
Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to see; She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee.
[Ereunt Duke, Senators, Officers, &c. Oth. My life upon her faith.—Honest lago, My Desdemona must I leave to thee: I prythee, let thy wife attend on her; And bring them after in the best advantage.Come, Desdemona; I have but an hour Of love, of worldly matters and direction, To spend with thee: we must obey the time.
[Excunt Othello and Desdemona.
Iago. What say'st thou, noble heart?
Iago. Well, if thou dost, I shall never love thee after it. Why, thou silly gentleman !
Rod. It is silliness to live, when to live is a torment: and then have we a prescription to die, when death is our physician.
Iago. O villainous! I have look'd upon the world for four times seven years: and since I could distinguish a benefit and an injury, I never found a man that knew how to love himself.
Ere I would say, I would drown myself for the love of a Guinea-hen”, I would change my humanity with a baboon.
Rod. What should I do? I confess, it is to be so fond; but it is not in virtue to amend it.
Iago. Virtue? a fig! 'tis in ourselves, that we are thus, or thus. Our bodies are our gardens ; to the which, our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce; set hyssop, and weed up thyme; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry; why; the power rigible authority of this lies in our wills. If the ba. lance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous
clusions: But we have reason, to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this, that you call — love, to be a sect, or scion 29.
Rod. It cannot be.
Iago. It is merely a lust of the blood, and a permission of the will. Come, be a man: Drown thyself? drown cats, and blind puppies. I have profess’d me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy deserving with 'cables of perdurable toughness; I could never better stead thee than now.
Pat money in thy purse ; follow these wars; defeat thy favour with an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be, that Desdemona should long continue her love to the Moor,-put money in thy purse;– nor he his to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration ;-put but money in thy purse. These Moors are changeable in their wills;-fill thy purse with money: the food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She must change for youth: when she is sated with his body, she will find the error of her choice.-She must have change, she must: therefore put money in thy purse.--If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money thou canst: If sanctimony and a frail vow, betwixt an erring barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian, be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox of drowning thy.