1 I think this tale would win my daughter too.
2 The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more.
3 But if you know not this, my manners tell me, We have your wrong rebuke.
4 And my demerits May speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune As this that I have reach'd.
5 But thou must needs be sure My spirit and my place have in them power To make this bitter to thee.
6 The duke himself, Or any of my brothers of the state, Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own.'
7 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.
8 Here is the man, this Moor, whom now it seems Your special mandate for the state affairs Hath hither brought.
9 Tush, never tell me, I take it much unkindly That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse, As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
10 I therefore vouch again, That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood, Or with some dram conjur'd to this effect, He wrought upon her.
11 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.
12 Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters: That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her.
13 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.
14 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.
15 Whoe'er he be, that in this foul proceeding, Hath thus beguil'd 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.
16 For I do know the state, However this may gall him with some check, Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embark'd With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars, Which even now stand in act, that, for their souls, Another of his fathom they have none To lead their business.
17 But he, sir, had the election, And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other grounds, Christian and heathen, must be belee'd and calm'd By debitor and creditor, this counter-caster, He, in good time, must his lieutenant be, And I, God bless the mark, his Moorship's ancient.
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