Imatges de pÓgina

Osh. What sense had I of her stoll'n hours of luit? I saw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me; I Nept the next night well; was free, and merry; I found not Casic's kisses on her lips ; He, that is robb'd, not wanting what is foll'n, Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all.

lago. I am sorry to hear this.

Oib. I had been happy, if the general camp,
(Pioneers and all,) had tasted her Tweet body,
So I had nothing known. Oh now, for ever
Farewel the tranquil mind! Farewel content!
Farewel the plumed troops, and the big war,
That make ambition virtue! oh, farewel!
Farewel the neighing steed, and the ihrill tramp,
'The spirit-stirring drum, thear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumflance of glorious war

And, oh, you mortal engines, whose rude throats
Th' immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewel! Othello's Occupation's gone!

Iago. Is't possible, my Lord?

Oih. Villain, be sure, thou prove my love a whore; Be sure of it: give me the ocular proof,

[Catching hold on liim, Or, by the worth of mine eternal foul, Thou hadît been better have been born a dog, Than answer my wak'd wrath.

lago. Is't come to this?

Oih. Make me to feet; or, at the least, fo prove itg
That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop,
To hang a doubt on : or, woe upon thy life!"
lago. My noble Lord

Oih. If thou doft lander her, and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
On horrors head horrors accumulate;
Do deeds to inake heav'n weep, all earth amaz'd;
For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
Greater than that.

lago. Oh grace! oh heav'n defend me! Are you a man? have you a soul? or sense ?


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God be w' you; take mine office. wretched fool,
That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice!
Oh monstrous world! take note, take note, oh world,
To be direct and honest, is not safe.
I thank you for this profit, and from hence
I'll love no friend, fith love breeds fuch offence.

Cih. Nay, stay-thou shouldit be honest --

10.30. I thould be wise, for honesty's a fcol, And loses what it works for.

Odb. By the world,
I think, my wife is honeit; and think, she is not ;
I think, that thou art juft; and think, thou art not ;
I'll have fome proof. Her name, that was as fresh
As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black
As my own face. If there be cords, or knives,
Poison, or fire, or fuffocating fireams,
I'll not endure't 'Would, I were satisfied!

Iago. I see, Sir, you are eaten up with pafficn;
I do repent me that I put it to you.
You would be satisfied?

Oth. Would ? nay, and will.
Iago. And may; but how? how fatisfied, Lord?
Would you be fupervisor, grofly gape on?
Behold her tupp'd ?

Oth. Death and damnation! oh!

lago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
To bring 'em to that profpe&t : damn them then,
If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster,
More than their own. What then? how then
What Mall I say? where's fatisfaction ?
It is impoflible you should see this,
Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
As falt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I fay,
If imputation and strong circumstances,
Which lead directly to the door of truth,
Will give you satisfaction, you might hav't.

Oth. Give me a living reason she’s disloyal.

lago. I do not like the office; But since I'm enter'd in this cause fo far,




Prick'd to't by foolish honesty and love,
I will go on. I lay with Callio lately,
And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
I could not sleep.
There are a kind of men, fo loose of foul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs;
One of this kind is Cafio:
In sleep I heard him say, “ Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves !"
And then, Sir, would he gripe, and wring my
Cry_“Oh sweet creature !" and then kiss me hard,
As if he pluckt up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips; then lay his leg
Over my thigh, and figh and kiss, and then
Cry, “ Cursed fate! that gave thee to the Moor."

Oth. Oh monstrous ! monstrous !
lago. Nay, this was but his dream.

Orh. But this denoted a fore-gone conclusion ; 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.

lago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, That do demonstrate thinly.

Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces.

lago. Nay, but be wise; yet we see nothing done; She may be honest yet.

Tell me but this, Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief, Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand ? Oth. I


her such a one ; 'twas my first gift. lago. I know not that; but such a handkerchief, (I'm

sure, it was your wife's,) did I to-day See Calio wipe his beard with,

Oth. If it be that

Iago. If it be that, or any, if'twas hers, It speaks against her with the other proofs.

Oth. On, that the slave had forty thousand lives! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I fee, 'tis here, lago, All my

fond love thus do I blow to heav'n ;

'Tis gone ;

Arise, black vengeance, from the hollow heil!
пр. oh love, thy crown and hearted throne



To tyrannous hate! swell, borom, with thy fraught,
For 'tis of aspicks' tongues.

Iago. Yet be content.
Oth. Oh, blood, blood, blood-
lago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, may change.
Oih. Never, lago. Like to the Pontick sea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course, in
Ne'er fcels retiringi ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontick, and the Hellespont :
Even fo my bloody thoughts with violent pace
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
'Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heav'n,
In the due rev’rence of

sacred yow

[He kneels
I here engage my words-
lago. Do not rise yet:

[Iago kneels
Witness, you ever-burning lights above!
You elements, that clip as round about!
Witness, that here lago doth give up
The execution of his wit, hands, heart,
To wrong'& Othello's service. Let him command, (23)
Nor, to obey, fhall be in me Remorse,
What bloody business ever.

Oth. I greet thy love,
Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous,
And will upon the instant put thee to’t:
Within these three days let me hear thee fay,
That Caffio's not alive.

Iago. My friend is dead;
"Tis done at your request, But, let her live.



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(23)--Let bim command,

And 10 obey shall be in me Remorse,

What bloody Business ever.] Thus all the old Copies, to the manifest Depravation of the Poet's Sense. Mr. Pope has attempted an Emendation, but with his old Luck and Dexterityo

Not to obey shall be in me Remorse, &c.
I read, with the Change only, of a single Letters and

Nor, to obey, shall be in me Remorse, &coti .
i. e. Let your commands be ever fo bloody, Remoife and Compaflion
hall not refrain me from obeying them,


Orb. Damn her, lewd Minx! oh, damn her, damn her! Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair Devil. Now art thou


Lieutenant. - Iago. I am your own for ever.


SCENE, another Apartment in the Palace."

Enter Desdemona, Æmilia, and Clown.

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O you know, firrah, where LieutenantCafio lies?

Clown. I dare not say, he lies any where.
Def. Why, man?

2097197 Clown. He's a soldier ; and for me to say a soldier lies, 'tis stabbing:

Dif. Go to; where lodges he ?

Clown. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie.

Dil Can any thing be made of this ?

Clown. I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say, he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in mine own throat.

Def. Can you enquire him out? and be edified by report ?

Clown. I will catechize the world for him ; that is, make questions, and bid them anfwer. (24)

Def. Seek him, bid him come hither; tell him, I. have moy'd my Lord on his behalf, and hope, all will be well.

Clown. To do this is within the compass of man's wit, and therefore I will attempt the doing of it.

[Exit Clown,

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(24) Clown. I will catechize the World for him;

That is, make Questions, und by them answer ] This Cleron is a Fool to fome purpose. He was co go scek for ome; he says, he will ask for him, and by his own Quicft:ons make Answer. Without doubi, we tould read ;

and bid them awer. i, e. the World; those, whom he questions, Mr. Turburton.

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