Speeches (Lines) for Duke of Venice in "The Tragedy of Othello; or, The Moor of Venice"

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1 I / 3
  • There is no composition in these news
    That gives them credit.
  • There is no composition in these news
    That gives them credit.
  • Brabantio. How! the duke in council!
    In this time of the night! Bring him away:
    Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself,
    Or any of my brothers of the state,
    Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own;
    For if such actions may have passage free,
    Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.

    Duke of Venice. There is no composition in these news
    That gives them credit.

2 I / 3
  • And mine, a hundred and forty.
  • And mine, a hundred and forty.
  • First Senator. Indeed, they are disproportion'd;
    My letters say a hundred and seven galleys.

    Duke of Venice. And mine, a hundred and forty.

3 I / 3
  • Nay, it is possible enough to judgment:
    I do not so secure me in the error,...
  • Nay, it is possible enough to judgment:
    I do not so secure me in the error,
    But the main article I do approve
    In fearful sense.
  • 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 difference--yet do they all confirm
    A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.

    Duke of Venice. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment:
    I do not so secure me in the error,
    But the main article I do approve
    In fearful sense.

4 I / 3
  • Now, what's the business?
  • Now, what's the business?
  • First Officer. A messenger from the galleys.

    Duke of Venice. Now, what's the business?

5 I / 3
  • How say you by this change?
  • How say you by this change?
  • Sailor. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes;
    So was I bid report here to the state
    By Signior Angelo.

    Duke of Venice. How say you by this change?

6 I / 3
  • Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes.
  • Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes.
  • 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 unskilful
    To leave that latest which concerns him first,
    Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,
    To wake and wage a danger profitless.

    Duke of Venice. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes.

7 I / 3
  • 'Tis certain, then, for Cyprus.
    Marcus Luccicos, is not he in town?
  • 'Tis certain, then, for Cyprus.
    Marcus Luccicos, is not he in town?
  • Messenger. Of thirty sail: and now they do restem
    Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance
    Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano,
    Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
    With his free duty recommends you thus,
    And prays you to believe him.

    Duke of Venice. 'Tis certain, then, for Cyprus.
    Marcus Luccicos, is not he in town?

8 I / 3
  • Write from us to him; post-post-haste dispatch.
  • Write from us to him; post-post-haste dispatch.
  • First Senator. He's now in Florence.

    Duke of Venice. Write from us to him; post-post-haste dispatch.

9 I / 3
  • Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you
    Against the general enemy Ottom...
  • 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.
  • First Senator. Here comes Brabantio and the valiant Moor.

    Duke of Venice. 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.

10 I / 3
  • Why, what's the matter?
  • Why, what's the matter?
  • 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 of Venice. Why, what's the matter?

11 I / 3
  • [with Senator] Dead?
  • [with Senator] Dead?
  • Brabantio. My daughter! O, my daughter!

    Duke of Venice. [with Senator] Dead?

12 I / 3
  • Whoe'er he be that in this foul proceeding
    Hath thus beguiled your daughter...
  • 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. 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 of Venice. 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.

13 I / 3
  • [with Senator] We are very sorry for't.
  • [with Senator] We are very sorry for't.
  • 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.

    Duke of Venice. [with Senator] We are very sorry for't.

14 I / 3
  • [To OTHELLO] What, in your own part, can you say to this?
  • [To OTHELLO] What, in your own part, can you say to this?
  • Duke of Venice. [with Senator] We are very sorry for't.

    Duke of Venice. [To OTHELLO] What, in your own part, can you say to this?

15 I / 3
  • To vouch this, is no proof,
    Without more wider and more overt test
    Than...
  • To vouch this, is no proof,
    Without more wider and more overt test
    Than these thin habits and poor likelihoods
    Of modern seeming do prefer against him.
  • Brabantio. A maiden never bold;
    Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion
    Blush'd at herself; and she, in spite of nature,
    Of years, of country, credit, every thing,
    To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on!
    It is a judgment maim'd and most imperfect
    That will confess perfection so could err
    Against all rules of nature, and must be driven
    To find out practises 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 of Venice. To vouch this, is no proof,
    Without more wider and more overt test
    Than these thin habits and poor likelihoods
    Of modern seeming do prefer against him.

16 I / 3
  • Fetch Desdemona hither.
  • Fetch Desdemona hither.
  • 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 of Venice. Fetch Desdemona hither.

17 I / 3
  • Say it, Othello.
  • Say it, Othello.
  • 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 of Venice. Say it, Othello.

18 I / 3
  • I think this tale would win my daughter too.
    Good Brabantio,
    Take up thi...
  • 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
    Than their bare hands.
  • 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 passed.
    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 speak,--such 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 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
    That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,
    She gave me for my pains a world of sighs:
    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
    That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me,
    And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
    I should but teach him how to tell my story.
    And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake:
    She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd,
    And I loved her that she did pity them.
    This only is the witchcraft I have used:
    Here comes the lady; let her witness it.

    Duke of Venice. 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
    Than their bare hands.

19 I / 3
  • Let me speak like yourself, and lay a sentence,
    Which, as a grise or step, m...
  • Let me speak like yourself, and lay a sentence,
    Which, as a grise or step, may help these lovers
    Into your favour.
    When remedies are past, the griefs are ended
    By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
    To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
    Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
    What cannot be preserved when fortune takes
    Patience her injury a mockery makes.
    The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief;
    He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
  • Brabantio. God be wi' you! I have done.
    Please it your grace, on to the state-affairs:
    I had rather to adopt a child than get it.
    Come hither, Moor:
    I here do give thee that with all my heart
    Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart
    I would keep from thee. For your sake, jewel,
    I am glad at soul I have no other child:
    For thy escape would teach me tyranny,
    To hang clogs on them. I have done, my lord.

    Duke of Venice. Let me speak like yourself, and lay a sentence,
    Which, as a grise or step, may help these lovers
    Into your favour.
    When remedies are past, the griefs are ended
    By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
    To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
    Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
    What cannot be preserved when fortune takes
    Patience her injury a mockery makes.
    The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief;
    He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.

20 I / 3
  • The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes for
    Cyprus. Othello, the forti...
  • 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 substitute
    of most allowed 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.
  • Brabantio. 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 bruised heart was pierced through the ear.
    I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of state.

    Duke of Venice. 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 substitute
    of most allowed 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.

21 I / 3
  • If you please,
    Be't at her father's.
  • If you please,
    Be't at her father's.
  • Othello. The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
    Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
    My thrice-driven bed of down: I do agnise
    A natural and prompt alacrity
    I find in hardness, and do undertake
    These present wars against the Ottomites.
    Most humbly therefore bending to your state,
    I crave fit disposition for my wife.
    Due reference of place and exhibition,
    With such accommodation and besort
    As levels with her breeding.

    Duke of Venice. If you please,
    Be't at her father's.

22 I / 3
  • What would You, Desdemona?
  • What would You, Desdemona?
  • Desdemona. Nor I; I would not there reside,
    To put my father in impatient thoughts
    By being in his eye. Most gracious duke,
    To my unfolding lend your prosperous ear;
    And let me find a charter in your voice,
    To assist my simpleness.

    Duke of Venice. What would You, Desdemona?

23 I / 3
  • Be it as you shall privately determine,
    Either for her stay or going: the af...
  • Be it as you shall privately determine,
    Either for her stay or going: the affair cries haste,
    And speed must answer it.
  • Othello. Let her have your voices.
    Vouch with me, heaven, I therefore beg it not,
    To please the palate of my appetite,
    Nor to comply with heat--the young affects
    In me defunct--and proper satisfaction.
    But to be free and bounteous to her mind:
    And heaven 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 seal with wanton dullness
    My speculative and officed 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 of Venice. Be it as you shall privately determine,
    Either for her stay or going: the affair cries haste,
    And speed must answer it.

24 I / 3
  • At nine i' the morning here we'll meet again.
    Othello, leave some officer be...
  • 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.
  • Othello. With all my heart.

    Duke of Venice. 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.

25 I / 3
  • Let it be so.
    Good night to every one.
    [To BRABANTIO]
    And, noble sig...
  • Let it be so.
    Good night to every one.
    [To BRABANTIO]
    And, noble signior,
    If virtue no delighted beauty lack,
    Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.
  • Othello. So please your grace, my ancient;
    A man he is of honest and trust:
    To his conveyance I assign my wife,
    With what else needful your good grace shall think
    To be sent after me.

    Duke of Venice. Let it be so.
    Good night to every one.
    [To BRABANTIO]
    And, noble signior,
    If virtue no delighted beauty lack,
    Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.

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