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So much I challenge, that I may profess
Bra. God be with you: I have done.
Duke. Let me speak like yourself; and lay a fentence,
favourWhen remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worft, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is paft and gone, Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserv'd when Fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. The robb'd, that smiles, fteals something from the
thief; He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief.
Bra. So, let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile, We lose it not, so long as we can smile; He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears But the free comfort which from thence he hears ; But he bears both the sentence, and the sorrow, That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow. These sentences to sugar, or to gall, Being strong on both sides, are equivocal. But words are words; I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear.Beseech you, now to the affairs o'th' State.
Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes for Cyprus: Othello, the fortitude of the place is best known to you. And though we have there a
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Oth. The tyrant cullom, most grave senators,
Duke. Why, at her father's.
Def. Nor would I there reside,
voice T'aflift my simpleness.
Duke. What would you, Defilemona?
Def. That I did love the Moor to live with him,
Oth. Your voices, lords ; beseech you, let her will Have a free way.
I therefore beg it not, To please the palate of my appetite ; Nor to comply with heat, the young affe&s In my defunct and proper Satisfa&ion; But to be free and bounteous to her mind. And heav'n 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 foil with wanton dulness My fpeculative and offic'd instruments, That my disports corrupt and taint my business ; Let housewifes make a lillet of my helm, And all indign and base adversities Make head against my estimation.
Duke. Be it as you shall privately determine,
Des To-night, my lord ?
Duke. At nine i'th' morning here we'll meet again..
Oth. Please your Grace, my Ancient;
Duke. Let it be so ;
Sca. Adieu, brave Moor, use Desdemona well.
Bra. Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see, She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee.
[Exit Duke, with Senators
Oth. My life upon her faith.-Honest Iago, My Desdemona muft I leave to thee I pr’ythee, let thy wife attend on her; And bring her after in the best advantage. Come, Desdemona, I have but an hour Of love, of worldly matter and direction To speak with thee. We must obey the time. (Exeunt.
S CE N E X.
Manent Rodorigo and lago.
lago. What sayest thou, noble heart?
Iago. Well, if thou dost, Í shall never love thee after. Why, thou filly genıleman!
Rod. It is filliness 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 diftin. guish betwixt a benefit and an injury, I never found man that knew how to love himself. Ere I would say, I would drown myself for the love of a Guinney-hen, I would change my humanity with a baboon. Rod. What should I do? I confess, it is my
thame to be so fond, but it is not in my virtue to amend it.
Iago. Virtue ? a fig: 'tis in ourfelves 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 low lettuce; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; fupply it with one gender of herbs, or diltraat it with many; either have it fteril with idleness, or manured with industry; why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our will. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness our na
363 tures would conduct us to most preposterous conclufions. But we have reason, to cool our raging motions, our carnal ftings, our unbitted lufts; whereof I take this, that you call love, to be a sect, or fyen.
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 profeft me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable toughness. I could never better steed thee ihan now. Put money in thy purse; follow thou these wars; *disseat thy favour with an ufurped 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 in her, and thou fhalt see an answerable fequestration,--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 loches, shall shortly be as bitter as a coloquintida. When she is sated with his body, she will find the errors 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 errant Barbarian and a super-subtle 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 thyself! it is clean out of the way. Seek thou rather to be hang’d in compassing thy joy, than to be drown's and go without her.
Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on the iflue?
lago. Thou art sure of me.-Go, make money.-I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and
* defeat thy favour,] We should read, defeat thy favour. i. c. turn it out of its Seat, change it for another.