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. So please your grace, my ancient, A man he is of honesty and trust, To his conveyance I assign my wife, With what else needful your good grace shall think To be sent after me. 

DUKE. Let it be so. Good night to everyone. [To Brabantio.] And, noble signior, If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. 

FIRST SENATOR. Adieu, brave Moor, use Desdemona well. 

BRABANTIO. Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see: She has deceiv’d her father, and may thee. 

 [Exeunt Duke, Senators, Officers, &c.]

Duke,

OTHELLO. My life upon her faith! Honest Iago, My Desdemona must I leave to thee. I prithee, let thy wife attend on her, And bring them after in the best advantage.— Come, Desdemona, I have but an hour Of love, of worldly matters, and direction, To spend with thee. We must obey the time. 

 [Exeunt Othello and Desdemona.]

Othello

Desdemona

RODERIGO. Iago— 

IAGO. What sayst thou, noble heart? 

RODERIGO. What will I do, thinkest thou? 

IAGO. Why, go to bed and sleep. 

RODERIGO. I will incontinently drown myself. 

IAGO. If thou dost, I shall never love thee after. Why, thou silly gentleman! 

RODERIGO. It is silliness to live, when to live is torment; and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician. 

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