-Now o'er one half the world.

Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates
HORROR.

Pale Hecate's offerings: and wither'd murder,
(Alarum'd by his centinel, the wolf,

Whose howl's his watch) thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, tow'rd his design Moves like a ghost

GUILT.

-Thou sound and firm-set earth,

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my where-about;
And take the present horror from the time,

Which now suits with it-Whilst I threat, he lives—

Igo and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan! for it is a knell,
That summons thee, to heaven, or to hell.

[A bell rings]

II. HAMLET'S SOLILOQUỶ upon his finding, that the king, his father, was murdered by his uncle, in which he considers of the consequence of putting an end to a burthensome life.

ANXIETY.

Hamlet. To be or not to be

["To be or not to be." The thought at length runs thus.
"Is death the total destruction of consciousness, or do the
dead still continue to think and act, though in a different
manner from that of the present state." The thought in the
second line is different, viz. "Whether is it truly heroic
to put an end to life, when it becomes irksome?"]

That is the question-
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer
The stings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

COURAGE.

Or to take arms against a seige of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them-

DEEP THOUGHTFULNESS.

To sleep no more ;

To die

[" To die-to sleep-no more." The pauses must be equal the sense, at length being, "I dying only fall asleep, and nothing else!"]

And by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks,
That flesh is heir to,-

VEXATION.

'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd.

["Devoutly to be wish'd." To be spoken with the eyes
raised earnestly to heaven.]

DEEP THOUGHTFULNESS.
To die to sleep-to sleep

APPREHENSION.

-Perchance to dream-ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: There's the respect,
That makes calamity of so long life

VEXATION.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

ANGUISH.

The pangs of love despis'd, the laws delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns,

That patient

Merit of the unworthy takes,

MEEKNESS.

AVERSION.

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin?

COURAGE.

Who would fardels bear

COMPLAINT.

To groan and sweat under a weary life;

FEAR.

But that the dread of something after death-
(That undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns)-puzzles the will;

And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others which we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprizes of great pith and moment,
With this regard their currents turn away,
And lose the name of action.

III. Iago artfully endeavours to excite Othello to jealousy against his innocent wife, Desdemona, to be revenged on Othello for a supposed injury.

QUESTION.

Jago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady, CRAFT.

Know of your love?

INDIFFERENCE.

Othello. He did from first to last. Why dost thou ask? J

INSINUATION.

Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought. No farther harm.

DOUBTING.

Othello. Why of thy thought, Iago?

INSINUATION.

Iago. I did not think he had been acquainted with it.

DECLINING.

Othello. O yes, and went between us very often.

lago. Indeed.

SURMISING.

ANXIETY.

Othello. Ay, indeed, discern'st thou ought in that? Is he not honest?

SURMISING.

Iago. Honest, my lord?

ANXIETY.

Othello. Honest! ay, honest!

SURMISING.

Fago. My lord-for ought-for ought-I know,

ANXIETY.

Othello. What dost thou think of?

SURMISING.

lago. Think of, my lord!

ANXIETY.

Othello. Think of my lord! Why dost thou echo me, SUSPICION.

As if there was some monster in thy thought

but

Too hideous to be shewn: Thou dost mean something,
I heard thee say,
now, "Thou lik'd'st not that."
QUESTION.

When Cassio left my wife, what did❜st not like ?

SUSPICION.

And when I told thee, he was of my counsel

In my whole course of wooing: thou cry'd'st, " Indeed!"
And did'st contract and purse thy brows together,
As if thou then had'st shut up in thy brain

Some horrible conceit!

EARNESTNESS.

If thou dost love me,

Shew me thy thought..

FAWNING.

Iago. My lord, you know I love you.

SUSPICION.

Othello. I think thou dost,

And for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty,
And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath,

APPREHENSION,

Therefore those stops of thine, fright me the more; For such things in a fulse disloyal knare,

Are tricks of custom, but in a man, that's just,
They're close dilations working from the heart,
EARNESTNESS.

Which passion cannot rule.

CHARGING.

Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and makʼst his ear
A stranger to thy thought.

PRETENDING.

Iago. I do beseech you,→→→

RELUCTANCE.

From one, that so improbably conceits,
Your wisdom would not build yourself a trouble
Out of my scattering and unsure observance:
It were not for your quiet; nor your good;
Nor for my manhood, honesty, and wisdom,
To let you know my thoughts.

QUESTION.

Othello. What dost thou mean?

PRETENDING.

lago. Good name in man or woman, dear, my lord,

RELUCTANCE. Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

CONTEMPT.

Who steals my purse, steals trask, 'tis something—

nothing

"Twas mine-'tis his-it has been slave to thousands :

CONCERN.

But he, who filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

CHARGING.

Othello. I'll know thy thoughts.

REFUSING.

Jago. You cannot, if my heart were in

CAUTIONING.

Beware, my lord, beware of jealousy.

your hand..