The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to hear, Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: Which I observing, And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke, She swore,-In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd, she had not heard it; yet she wish'd I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint, I spake: She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd; And I lov'd her, that she did pity them, Here comes the lady, let her witness it. Enter DESDEMONA, IAGO, and Attendants. Duke. I think, this tale would win my daughter too. Good Brabantio, Take up this mangled matter at the best: Bra. I pray you, hear her speak; If she confess, that she was half the wooer, Do Des. I do perceive here a divided duty: To My noble father, you I am bound for life, and education; My life, and education, both do learn me How to respect you; you are the lord of duty, I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my husband; Bra. I here do give thee that with all my heart, I would keep from thee.-For your sake, jewel, tence, my lord. Which, as a grise 23, or step, may help these lovers When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. Is the next way to draw new mischief on. The robb'd, that smiles, steals something from the thief; He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief. Being strong on both sides, are equivocal: |