No Fear Act 1 Scene 3
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BRABANTIO

    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.
180Do you perceive in all this noble company
Where most you owe obedience?

BRABANTIO

Please let her speak. If she admits she wanted this, then I won’t blame Othello.—Come here, my child. Who do you obey here?

DESDEMONA

     My noble father,
I do perceive here a divided duty.
To you I am bound for life and education.
My life and education both do learn me
185How to respect you. You are the lord of duty.
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
190Due to the Moor my lord.

DESDEMONA

Father, this isn’t easy for me. I’m torn. I owe you respect because you gave me life and education. You’re the one I have to obey. I’m your daughter. But this man here is my husband now, and I owe him as much as my mother owed you, just as she preferred you to her own father. So I have to give my obedience to the Moor, my husband.

BRABANTIO

   God be with 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
195Which, 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.

BRABANTIO

I’m finished, then. Duke, please go ahead with your state business. I’d rather adopt a child than have one of my own.—Come here, Moor. I’m forced to give my blessing to this marriage. With all my heart, I give you that thing which, if you didn’t already have it, I’d try with all my heart to keep from you. Desdemona, I’m glad you’re my only child, since if I had others I’d keep them all locked up. You would have made me treat them like a tyrant.—I’m done, my lord.

DUKE

200Let me speak like yourself and lay a sentence
Which, as a grise or step, may help these lovers.
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended
By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.

DUKE

Let me refer to a proverb that may help you forgive these lovers: if you can’t change something, don’t cry about it. When you lament something bad that’s already happened, you’re setting yourself up for more