“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 lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. 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.
This only is the witchcraft I have us'd. Here comes the lady. Let her witness it.
Enter Desdemona, Iago and Attendants. DUKE. I think this tale would win my daughter too. Good Brabantio, Take up this mangled matter at the best.”