thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour. Lady M. Yet here's a spot. Doct. Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!-One; two; why, then, 'tis time to do't:- -Hell is murky !*-Fie; my lord, fie! a soldier, and afear'd? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?-Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? ༈ Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; Where is she now?What, will these hands ne'er be clean?-No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting. Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known. Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.Oh! oh! oh! Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well,― Gent. 'Pray God it be, sir. Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night-gown; * Dark. look not so pale:-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even so? Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand; what's done, cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed. DESPISED OLD AGE. I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Is fallen into the sear,' the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. DISEASES OF THE MIND INCURABLE. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; REFLECTIONS ON LIFE. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, * Dry. Othello. ACT I. PREFERMENT. 'Tis the curse of service; Preferment goes by letter, and affection, IAGO'S DISPRAISE OF HONESTY. Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul, And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: In following him, I follow but myself; * Outward show of civility. But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve LOVE, OTHELLO'S SOLE MOTIVE FOR MARRYING. For know, Iago, But that I love the gentle Desdemona, I would not my unhoused* free condition Put into circumspection and confine For the sea's worth. OTHELLO'S DESCRIPTION TO THE SENATE OF HIS Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself: yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love: what drugs, what charms, What conjuration, and what mighty magic, (For such proceeding I am charged withal) I won his daughter with. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes, * Unsettled. † Best exertion. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach; And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, But still the house-affairs would draw her thence; And often did beguile her of her tears, She swore,-in faith,'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous 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; I should but teach him how to tell my story, And I lov'd her that she did pity them. *My behaviour. † Parts. Intention and attention were once synonymous. |