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  SCENE III。 A council chamber。 The Duke and
  Senators sitting at a table; Officers attending。
  DUKE。 There is no composition in these news That gives them credit。
  FIRST      SENATOR。        Indeed    they   are   disproportion'd;     My   letters   say  a
  hundred      and   seven    galleys。   DUKE。      And    mine;   a  hundred     and   forty。
  SECOND SENATOR。 And mine; two hundred。 But though they jump not
  on a just account As in these cases; where the aim reports; 'Tis oft with
  differenceyet   do   they   all   confirm   A   Turkish   fleet;   and   bearing   up   to
  Cyprus。   DUKE。   Nay;   it   is   possible   enough   to   judgement。   I   do   not   so
  secure me in the error; But the main article I do approve In fearful sense。
  SAILOR。 'Within。' What; ho! What; ho! What; ho! FIRST OFFICER。 A
  messenger from the galleys。
  Enter    Sailor。   DUKE。      Now;    what's    the  business?     SAILOR。       The
  Turkish   preparation   makes   for   Rhodes;   So   was   I   bid   report   here   to   the
  state   By   Signior  Angelo。   DUKE。   How   say   you   by   this   change?   FIRST
  SENATOR。 This cannot be; By no assay of reason; 'tis a pageant To keep
  us in false gaze。 When we consider The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk;
  And let ourselves again but understand That as it more concerns the Turk
  than   Rhodes;   So   may   he   with   more   facile   question   bear   it;   For   that   it
  stands   not   in   such   warlike   brace;   But   altogether   lacks   the   abilities   That
  Rhodes is dress'd in。 If we make thought of this; We   must not think the
  Turk     is  so  unskillful    To   leave   that  latest   which    concerns    him    first;
  Neglecting   an   attempt   of   ease   and   gain;   To   wake   and   wage   a   danger
  profitless。   DUKE。   Nay;   in   all   confidence;   he's   not   for   Rhodes。   FIRST
  OFFICER。 Here is more news。
  Enter a Messenger。
  MESSENGER。 The Ottomites; reverend and gracious; Steering with
  due course toward the isle of Rhodes; Have there injointed them with an
  after fleet。 FIRST SENATOR。 Ay; so I thought。 How many; as you guess?
  MESSENGER。   Of   thirty   sail;   and   now   they   do   re…stem  Their   backward
  course;    bearing    with   frank   appearance     Their    purposes    toward    Cyprus。
  Signior Montano; Your trusty and most valiant servitor; With his free duty
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  recommends you thus; And prays you to believe him。 DUKE。 'Tis certain
  then for Cyprus。 Marcus Luccicos; is not he in town? FIRST SENATOR。
  He's    now    in  Florence。    DUKE。      Write   from    us  to  him;   post…post…haste
  dispatch。 FIRST SENATOR。 Here comes Brabantio and the valiant Moor。
  Enter Brabantio; Othello; Iago; Roderigo; and Officers。
  DUKE。   Valiant   Othello;   we   must   straight   employ   you   Against   the
  general   enemy   Ottoman。   'To   Brabantio。'   I   did   not   see   you;   welcome;
  gentle     signior;    We     lack'd    your    counsel     and    your     help   tonight。
  BRABANTIO。 So did I yours。 Good your Grace; pardon me: Neither my
  place nor aught I heard of business Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth
  the general care Take hold on me; for my particular grief Is of so flood…
  gate   and   o'erbearing   nature   That   it   engluts   and   swallows   other   sorrows;
  And it is still itself。 DUKE。 Why; what's the matter? BRABANTIO。 My
  daughter! O; my daughter! ALL。 Dead? BRABANTIO。 Ay; to me。 She is
  abused; stol'n from me and corrupted By spells and medicines bought of
  mountebanks;   For   nature   so   preposterously   to   err;   Being   not   deficient;
  blind; or lame of sense; Sans witchcraft could not。 DUKE。 Whoe'er he be
  that   in   this   foul   proceeding   Hath   thus   beguiled   your   daughter   of   herself
  And   you   of   her;   the   bloody   book   of   law You   shall   yourself   read   in   the
  bitter   letter After   your   own   sense;   yea;   though   our   proper   son   Stood   in
  your action。 BRABANTIO。 Humbly I thank your Grace。 Here is the man;
  this Moor; whom now; it seems; 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 say to this? BRABANTIO。 Nothing; but
  this is so。 OTHELLO。 Most potent; grave; and reverend signiors; My very
  noble and approved good masters; That I have ta'en away this old man's
  daughter; It is most true; true; I have married her; The very head and front
  of my offending Hath this extent; no more。 Rude am I in my speech; And
  little blest with the soft phrase of peace; For since these arms of mine had
  seven years' pith; Till now some nine moons wasted; they have used 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; I
  will   a   round   unvarnish'd   tale   deliver   Of   my  whole   course   of   love:   what
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  drugs; what charms; What conjuration; and what mighty magic For such
  proceeding   I   am   charged   withal   I   won   his   daughter。   BRABANTIO。 A
  maiden never bold; Of spirit so still and quiet that her motion Blush'd at
  herself;     and    shein    spite   of   nature;     Of   years;    of   country;     credit;
  everything To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on! It is judgement
  maim'd   and   most   imperfect;   That   will   confess   perfection   so   could   err
  Against   all   rules   of   nature;   and   must   be   driven   To   find   out   practices   of
  cunning hell Why this should be。 I therefore vouch again That with some
  mixtures   powerful   o'er   the   blood;   Or   with   some   dram   conjured   to   this
  effect; He wrought upon her。 DUKE。 To vouch this is no proof; Without
  more      certain   and    more     overt   test   Than    these    thin   habits   and    poor
  likelihoods Of modern seeming do prefer against him。 FIRST SENATOR。
  But; Othello; speak。 Did you by indirect and forced courses Subdue and
  poison this young maid's affections? Or came it by request; and such fair
  question As soul to soul affordeth? OTHELLO。 I do beseech you; Send for
  the lady to the Sagittary; And let her speak of me before her father。 If you
  do find me foul in her report; The trust; the office I do hold of you; Not
  only   take   away;   but   let   your   sentence   Even   fall   upon   my   life。   DUKE。
  Fetch   Desdemona   hither。   OTHELLO。   Ancient;   conduct   them;   you   best
  know the place。 Exeunt Iago and Attendants。 And till she come; as truly as
  to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood; So justly to your grave ears
  I'll   present   How   I   did   thrive   in   this   fair   lady's   love   And   she   in   mine。
  DUKE。 Say it; Othello。 OTHELLO。 Her father loved me; oft invited me;
  Still   question'd   me   the   story   of   my   life   From   year   to   year;   the   battles;
  sieges; fortunes; That I have pass'd。 I ran it through; even from my boyish
  days To the very moment that he bade me tell it: Wherein I spake of most
  disastrous      chances;    Of   moving      accidents    by   flood   and    field;  Of   hair…
  breadth   'scapes   i'   the   imminent   deadly   breach;   Of   being   taken   by   the
  insolent foe And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence And portance in
  my     travels'   history;    Wherein     of   antres    vast   and   deserts    idle;  Rough
  quarries;   rocks;   and   hills   whose   heads   touch   heaven;   It   was   my   hint   to
  speaksuch   was   the   process And   of   the   Cannibals   that   each   other   eat;
  The     Anthropophagi;        and    men     whose     heads    Do    grow     beneath     their
  shoulders。 This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline; But still the
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  house affairs would draw her thence; Which ever as she could with haste
  dispatch;     She'ld    come     again;    and   with    a  greedy    ear   Devour      up   my
  discourse;   which   I   observing;   Took   once   a   pliant   hour;   and   found   good
  means   To   draw   from   her   a   prayer   of   earnest   heart   That   I   would   all   my
  pilgrimage dilate; Whereof   by parcels she had something   heard; But not
  intentively。 I did consent; And often did beguile her of her tears When I
  did   speak   of   some   distressful   stroke