She that could think, and ne'er difclofe her mind, Def To 7 lago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer, 19 100M edT Def. Oh most lame and impotent conclufion Do not learn of him, Emilia, tho' he be thy husband. How fay you, Caffio, is he not a moft profanes and 9 liberal counsellor? Caf. He speaks home, Madam; you may relish him more in the foldier, than in the scholar Iago. [Afide.] He takes her by the palm; ay, well faid. Whisper. With as little a web as this, will I enfnare as great a fly as Caffio. Ay, fmile upon her, do. I will gyve thee in thine own courtship. You fay true, 'tis fo, indeed, If fuch tricks as thefe ftrip 7 To Juckle fools, and chronic'e fmall beer.] In this line there feems to be more humour defign. ed, than I can easily discover or explain. Why fhould fhe fuckle fools? Perhaps, that thefe to whom nature had denied wit, might derive it from a lady to whom it was given in fo much fuperfluity. She would be a wight to chronicle finall beer, in allufion, I fuppofe, to the Roman practice, of marking the jars with the name of the Conful. The appearance of fuch a woman would make an æra; but as the merit of the best woman is but small, that æra might be properly applied to the diftincSation of the different ages of fmall beer. profane] Grofs of language, T of expreffion broad and brutal, So Brabantio, in the first act, calls Iago, profane wretchen M 9 liberal counfilar?] Liberal, for licentious. How Juy you, Ca WARB. I not a most profane and liberal counfellor?] But in what respect was lago a counsellor ? He caps fentences, indeed; but they are not by way of ado ce, but defeription what he fays,is, Reflexions on character and conduct very apt to think, our author in life. For this reafon, am very wrote cenfilter: THEOB Counsellor feems to mean, not fo much a man that gives counfet, as one that difcourfes fearlefly and volubly. A talker, I will gyve thee] . e. catch. fhackle. POPE. you you out of your heutenancy, it had been better you had not kifs'd your three fingers fo oft, which now again you are moft apt to play the Sir in. Very good, well kifs'd, and excellent courtefy; 'tis fo, indeed. Yet again, your fingers to your lips would, they were clifter pipes for your fake. STAAT [Trumpet. The Moor. I know his trumpet. Cafoisoruly fotoqmi bus smel fom 20. Gett baDadLet's meet him, and receive himin sesi yen bmCafe Lo, where he comes bicho Day vit well 20 Def. My dear Othello! Oth. It gives me wonder, great as my content, To fee you here before me. Oh my foul's joy! If after every tempeft come fuch calms, May the winds blow 'till they have waken'd death; As hell's from heav'n! If I were now to die, That not another comfort like to this Beba Def. The heaven's forbid, "But that our loves and comforts fhould encreafe, Even as our days do grow! I DOW Oth. Amen to that, fweet Powers! I cannot speak enough of this content, It stops me here, it is too much of joy, And this, and this, the greatest discords be [Kiffing her. That e'er our hearts fhall make !.. Iago. Oh, you are well-tun'd now; But I'll let down the pegs that make this mufic, As honeft as I am.. Oth. Come, let's to the castle. [Afide. Now, friends, our wars are done; the Turks are drown'd. How do our old acquaintance of this ifle! I've found great love amongst them.. 3 I prattle out of fashion, and I dote Oh my fweet. In mine own comfort. Pr'ythee, good Iago, Does challenge much refpect. Once more well met at Cyprus. Come, Desdemona, [Exeunt Othello and Desdemona. Manent Iago and Rodorigo. Jago. Do you meet me prefently at the harbour, Come thither, if thou be'st valiant; as, they fay, bafe men, being in love, have then a nobility in their natures, more than is native to them. Lift me, the lieutenant to-night watches on the Court of Guard. First, 3 I prattle out of fashion,-] 4 -the master-] The pilot Out of method, without any of the fhip. fettled order of difcourfe. I must tell thee, this Defdemona is directly in love with - him. Rod. With him? why, 'tis not poffible? Iago. Lay thy finger thus; and let thy foul be inftructed. Mark me with what violence the first lov'd the Moor, but for bragging, and telling her fantaftical lies. And will the love him ftill for prating? let not thy difcreet heart think it. Her eye must be fed. And what delight fhall fhe have to look on the Devil? When the blood is made dull with the act of sport, there fhould be again to inflame it, and give Satiety a fresh appetite, lovelinefs in favour, fympathy in years, manners, and beauties: all which the Moor is defective in. Now, for want of thefe required conveniences, her delicate tenderness will find itself abus'd, begin to heave the gorge, difrelish and abhor the Moor; very nature will inftruct her in it, and compel her to fome fecond choice. Now, Sir, this granted, as it is a moft pregnant and unforc'd pofition, who ftands fo eminent in the degree of this fortune, as Caffio does? a knave very voluble; no farther confcionable, than in putting on the mere form of civil and humane Seeming, for the better compaffing of his falt 5 Lay thy finger thus ;] On thy mouth, to ftop it while thou art liftening to a wifer man. 6 When the blood is made dull with the aft of Sport, there fhould be a game to inflame it, and to give fatiety a fresh appetite; lovelinefs in favour, fympathy in years, manners, and beauties.] This, 'tis true, is the reading of the generality of the copies: but, methinks, 'tis a very peculiar experiment, when the blood and fpirits are dull'd and exhaufted with fport, to raife and recruit them by fport: for Sport and game are but two words for the fame thing. I have retriev'd the pointing and reading of the elder quarto, which certainly gives us the poet's fenfe; that when the blood is dull'd with the exercife of pleasure, there fhould be proper incentives on each fide to raife it again, as the charms of beauty, equality of years, and agreement of manners. and difpofition: which are wanting in Okello to rekindle Defdemona's pathon. THEOB. and 1 and most hidden loose affection; a flippery and subtle knave, a finder of warm occcafions, that has an eye can ftamp and counterfeit advantages, though true ad vantage never prefent itfelf, Ad devilish knaveber fides, the knave is handsome, youngy and hath all thofe requifites in him, that folly and 7 green minds look after. A peftilent compleat knave and the woman hath found him already. Rod. I cannot believe that of her, the's full of moft blefs'd condition. 8 83103709 Iago. Blefs'd figs end the wine the drinks is made of grapes. If the had been blefs'd; the would never have lov'd the Moor. Blefs'd pudding! Didft thou not fee her paddle with the palm of his hand? didst not mark that? Rod. Yes, that I did, but that was but courtesy. Iago. Letchery, by this hand; an index, and obfcure prologue to the hiftory of luft, and foul thoughts. They met fo near with their lips, that their breaths embrac'd together. Villainous thoughts, Rodrigo! when thefe mutualities fo marfhal the way, hard at hand comes the main exercife, the incorporate conclufion. Pifh-But, Sir, be you rul'd by me. have brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night. For the command, I'll lay't upon you. Caffe knows you not: I'll not be far from you. Do you find fome occafion to anger Caffio, either by fpeaking too loud, or 9 tainting his difcipline, or from what other course you please, which the time fhall more favourably minifter. Rod. Well. Iago. Sir, he's rafh, and very fudden in choler: 7 green minds] Minds unripe, 9 tainting Throwing a flur upon his difcipline Judden in choler: Sudden, is precipitately violent. and, |