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I pray you, hear her speak. If she confess that she was half the wooer, Destruction on my head if my bad blame. Light on the man.—Come hither, gentle mistress. Where most you owe obedience?
My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty. My life and education both do learn me, How to respect you. I am hitherto your daughter. But here’s my husband. And so much duty as my mother showed, To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess. Due to the Moor my lord.
God be with you. I have done. 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. To hang clogs on them.—I have done, my lord.
My daughter! Oh, my daughter! Ay, to me. She is abused, stol'n from me, and corrupted.By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks.
Barbantio explains hes come for a personal problem...
Why, what's the matter?
It is most true. True, I have married her. In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnished tale deliver. Of my whole course of love. What drugs, what charms, What conjuration and what mighty magic. For such proceeding I am charged withal. I won his daughter.
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