Warfare

Warfare

1. Come, Desdemona, I have but an hour Of love, of worldly matters, and direction, To spend with thee. We must obey the time

   • Come, Desdemona. 'Tis the soldiers' life To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife

2. No, when light-winged toys Of feathered Cupid seal with wanton dullness My speculative and officed instruments, That my disports corrupt and taint my business, Let housewives make a skillet of my helm,

   • Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
     • Our wars are done. The Turks are drowned.
       • And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broils and battle,

3. 'my fair warrior

4. I have done the state some service, and they know 't.

   • From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have passed.

5. in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbanned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by the throat the circumcisèd dog, And smote him, thus.