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but I tell you, my lord Fool, out of this nettle danger, we pluck this flower safely." The purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you have named uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of «o great an opposition."— Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lackbrain is this! Our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends true and constant; a good plot; good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty spirited rogue is this! Why, my lord of York commands the plot, and the general course of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle and myself? Lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not, besides, the Douglass? Have I not all their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? And are there not some of them set forward already? What a Pagan rascal is this! An infidel !—Ha! You shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our proceedings. O! I could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk with so honorable an action. Hang him! Let him tell the king. We are prepared. 1 will set forward to night.
VIII Othello's Apology for his Marriage.
Tragedy Of OTHELLO
Of my whole course of Jove; what drugs, what charms,
What conjuration, and what mighty magic,
Her father lov'd me; oft invited me ;
From year to year the battles, sieges, fortunes,
1 ran it through, e'en from my boyish days
To the very moment that he bade me tell it.
Of moving accidents by flood and field;
Of hairbreadth 'scapes in th' imminent deadly breach :
And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence,
-All these to hear
Would Desdemona seriously incline;
But still the house affairs would draw her thence;
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When 1 did speak of some distressful stroke
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.
She swore in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful; 'twas wond'rous pitiful;
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. On this hint I spake ;
And I lov'd her, that she did pity them.
IX-Henry IV's Soliloquy on Sleep.—SnAKEsrEARE.
HOW many thousands of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep! O gentle sleep!
And hush'd with buzzing night flies to thy slumber,
And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody?
Who take the ruflian billows by the tops,
X-Captain Bobadil's Method of defeating an Army,
Every Man In His Humor.
I WILL tell you, Sir, by the way of private and under seal, I am a gentleman; and live here obscure, and to myself; but were 1 known to his Majesty and the Lords, observe me, I would undertake, upon this poor head and live, for the public benefit of the state, not only to spare the entire lives of his subjects in general, but to save the one half, nay three fourths of his yearly charge in holding war, and against what enemy soever. And how would I do it, think you? Why thus, Sir.— I would select nineteen more to myself, throughout the land; gentlemen they should be; of good spirit, strong and able constitution. I would choose them by an instinct that I have. And I would teach these nineteen the special rules; as your Punto, your Reverso, your Stoccata, your Imbroccata, your Passada, your Montonto; till they could all play very near, or altogether, as well as myself. This done; say the enemy were forty thousand strong. We twenty would come into the field, the tenth of March, or thereabouts, and we would challenge twenty of the enemy; they could not, in their honor, refuse us. Well we would kill them; challenge
twenty more kill them; twenty more—kill them; twenty more—kill them too. And thus, would we kill every man, his ten a day—that's ten score: Ten score—that's two hundred; two hundred a day--five days, a thousand: Forty thousand—forty times five—live times forty—two hundred days kill them all up by computation. And this I will venture my poor gentlemanlike carcase to perform (provided there be no treason practised upon us) by fair and discreet manhood; that is, civilly—by the sword.
XI.-Soliloquy of Hamlet's Uncle, on the Murder of his Brother.—Tragedy Of Hamlet.
OH! my offence is rank; it smells to heaven;
And what's in prayer, but this twofold force;
Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up.
Bow stubborn knees—and, heart with strings of steel,
XII.—Soliloquy of Hamlet on Death.—Ib.
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub----
For, who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
And makes us gather bear those ills we have,
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
XIII-Falstaff's Encomium on Sack.—Henry IV.
A GOOD sherris sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain; dries me there, all the foolish, dull and crudy vapors which environ it; makes it apprehensive, quick, inventive; full of nimble, fiery and delectable shapes; which delivered over to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second property of your excellent sherris, is the warming of the blood; which; before, cold and set