To fhew the love and duty that I bear you They dare not fhew their husbands; their best confcience Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown. Oth. Doft thou say fo? Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when she feem'd to fhake, and fear your looks, She lov'd them most. Oth. And fo fhe did, Iago. Go to, then; She, that, fo young, could give out fuch a Seeming 2 To feal her father's eyes up, clofe as oak 8 Out of felf-bounty be abus'd ;] Self-bounty, for inherent generofity. WARBURTON. 9 our country-difpofitionIn Venice- -] Here Iago feems to be a Venetian. 1 And when the feem'd] This and the following argument of Jago ought to be deeply impreffed on every reader. Deceit and falsehood, whatever conveniences they may for a time promife or produce, are, in the fum of life, obftacles to happines‹. Thofe who profit by the cheat, diftrult the deceiver, and the act by which kindness was fought, puts an end to confidence. The fame objection may be made with a lower degree of ftrength against the imprudent generofity of difproportionate She feal'd her father's eyes up He thought, 'twas witchcraft-But I'm much to blame: I humbly do befeech you of your pardon, For too much loving you. Oth. I'm bound to thee for ever Iago. I fee, this hath a little dafh'd your fpirits. A Oth. Not a jot, not a jot. Iago. Trust me, I fear, it has I hope, you will confider, what is spoke Comes from my love. But, I do fee, you're mov'dI am to pray you, not to ftrain my fpeech 3 To groffer iffues, nor to larger reach, Than to fufpicion. Oth. I will not. Tago. Should you do fo, my Lord, 4 My fpeech would fall into fuch vile fuccefs, As my thoughts aim not at. friend. My Lord, I fee, you're mov'd- Caffio's my worthy I do not think, but Defdemona's honest. Iago. Long live fhe fo! and long live you to think fo! Oth. And yet, how nature erring from itfelfIago. Ay, there's the point; as, to be bold with you, Not to affect many propofed matches Of her own clime, complexion and degree, Foul difproportions, thoughts unnatural. Oth. Farewel, farewel; If more thou doft perceive, let me know more: Tago. My Lord, I take my leave. Oth. Why did I marry? This honeft creature, doubtless, [Going. Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. Iago. My Lord, I would, I might entreat your honour To fcan this thing no farther; leave it to time; 8 And hold her free, I do befeech your honour. 6 You fall by that perceive him, and his means;] You fhall discover, whether he thinks his best means, his most powerful intereft, is by the folicitation of your lady. 7frain his entertainment] my leave. [Exit. Prefs hard his re-admiffion to his pay and office. Entertainment was the military term for admiffion of foldiers. 8 Fear not my government.] Do not distrust my ability to contain my paffion. SCENE SCENE VI. Manet Othello. Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty, For other's ufe. Yet 'tis the plague of Great ones; 'Tis deftiny unfhunnable, like death. 9with a learned irit,] Learned, for experienced. WARBURTON. The conftruction is, He knows with a learned Spirit all qualities of hi man dealings. I If I prove her haggard,] A baggard hawk, is a wild hawk, a baruk unrec.aimed, or irreclaimable. To prey at fortune.-] The falconers always let fly the hawk against the wind; if the flies with the wind behind her the feldom returns. If therefore a hawk was for any reason to be difmiffed, fhe was let down the wind, and from that time fhifted for herself, and prey'd at fortune. This was told me by the late Mr. Clark. 5 forked plague-] In allufion to a barbed or forked arrow, which, once infixed, cannot be extracted. Or rather, the forked plague is the cuckold's horns. Mr. PERCY. When When we do quicken. Desdemona comes! Enter Defdemona and Æmilia: If the be falfe, oh, then heaven mocks itself: Def. How now, my dear Othello? Your dinner, and the generous Inlanders, Def. Why do you fpeak fo faintly? Are you not well? Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. Def. Why, that's with watching, 'twill away again; Let me but bind it hard, within this hour It will be well. Oth. Your napkin is too little. [She drops her handkerchief. Let it alone: Come, I'll go in with you. Def. I am very forry, that you are not well. [Exeunt. Manet Emilia. Emil. I am glad, I have found this napkin; To kifs and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out, What he'll do with it, heav'n knows, not I: I nothing know, but for his fantasy. VOL. VIII. Dd Enter |