DUKE

There's no composition in this News, That gives them Credit. And mine a Hundred forty. 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. Now? What's the business? How say you by this change? Nay, in all confidence he's not for Rhodes. It's certain then for Cyprus: Marcus Luccico, is not he in Town? Write from us, To him, Post, Posthaste, dispatch. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you, Against the general Enemy Ottoman. I did not see you: welcome gentle Signior, We lacked your Counsel, and your help to night. Why? What's the matter? Who ere he be, that in this foul proceeding Hath thus beguiled your Daughter of her self, And you of her; the bloody Book of Law, You shall your self read, in the bitter letter, After your own sense: yea, though our proper Son Stood in your Actium. What in your own partly, can you say to this? Fetch Desdemon hither. Say it Othello. I think this tale would win my Daughter too, Good Brabantio, take up this mangled matter at the best: Men do their broken Weapons rather use, Then their bore hands. Let me speak Like your self: And lay a Sentence, Which as a grise, or step may help these Lovers. When remedies are passed, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on Hope's depended. To mourn a Mischief that is passed and gone, Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be presern'd, when Fortune takes: Patience, her Injury a mockery makes. The robbed that smiles, steals something from the Thief, He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief. 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 Substi tute of most allowed sufficiency; yet opinion, a more sovereign Mistress of Effects, throws a more safer voice on you: you must therefore be content to slubber the gloss of your new Fortune's, with this more stub born, and boisterous expedition. Why at her Father's? What would you Desdemon ? Be it as you shall privately determine, Either for her stay, or going: the Affair cries hast: And speed must answer it. At nine in the morning, here we'll meet again. Othello, leave some Officer behind And he shall our Commission bring to you: And such things else of quality and respect As does import you. Let it be so: Good night to every one. And Noble Signior, If Virtue no delighted Beauty lack, Your Son-in-law is far more Fair then Black.