Othello- The Duke’s Advice

“Let me speak like yourself and lay a sentence

Which, as a grise or step, may help these lovers

Into your favor.

When remedies are past, the griefs are ended

By seeing the worst, which on late hopes depended.

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone

Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

What cannot be preserved, when fortune takes,

Patience her injury a mockery makes.

The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief;

He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.”



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