HORROR. It is a green-ey'd monster, which doth make ANGUISH. But, oh, what cruel minutes tells he o’er, Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves? Othello. O misery! [Aside.} Iago. Poor and content, is rich, and rich enough: But riches fireless is as poor as winter, PRETENDING. To him, who ever fears, he shall be poor.→ SYMPATHY. Good heaven! the souls of all my tribe defend I see this hath a little dashed your spirits. PRETENDING. Othello. Not a jot, not a jot.Farewell. INDIFFERENCE. If more thou dost perceive, let me know more. JEALOUSY. [Exit Iago.] Why did I marry? This honest creature, doubtless, Sees, and knows more, much more, than he unfolds ;He knows all qualities, with a learned spirit Of human dealings. ANGUISH. -If I prove her haggard, THREATENING. Tho' that her jesses were my dear heart-strings To prey at fortune. IV. Wicked king's soliloquy, expressing his remorse for the murder of his brother Hamlet, king of Denmark. COMPUNCTION. King. Oh my offence is rank! it smells to heav'n ! It hath the primal eldest curse upon it-- Though inclination be as sharp as 'twill; GLIMPSE of HOPE. -What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood? And what's in prayer, but this two-fold forec 1 Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; GUILT. -But, Oh! what form of pray'r Can serve my turn 2 DEPRECATION. "Forgive me my foul murder!" GUILT. That cannot be; since I am still possess'd Of those effects, for which I did the murder; TERROR. But 'tis not so above: HOPE. Try what repentance can-what can it not Yet what can it, when one cannot repent? DESPAIR. Oh wretched state! oh bosom black as death! ANGUISH. Help, angels, make essay ! Bow, stubborn knees! and heart, with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe; [The king kneels; and, by his looks and gestures, expresses great agony and horror, but no penitential melting of the heart; after continuing a short time in that posture, he rises in despair, and speaks the following.] DESPAIR. My words fly up-my thoughts remain below- V. The scene in which Cassius excites Brutus to op pose Caesar's power. DISCONTENT. Cassius. Well, honour is the subject of my story CONTEMPT. In awe of such a thing as I myself. PRIDE. I was born free as Cesar; so were you : NARRATION with CONTEMPT. For once upon a raw and gusty day, 1 QUESTION. Cæsar says to me, Leap in with me, "Dar'st thou, Cassius, now And swim to yonder point ?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, COURAGE. [This passage cannot be expressed with life, without something of the action of swimming.] I plunged in, And bade him follow! so indeed he did, FEAR. But e'er we could arrive the point propos'd, DISTRESS and INTREATING. Cæsar ery'd," Help me, Cassius, or I sink!" COURAGE. Then, as Eneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulders, WONDER. And this man Is now become a god, and Cassius is CONTEMPT. A wretched creature, and must bend his body, NARRATION with CONTEMPT. Ile had a fever, when he was in Spain: RANT. And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, CONTEMPT. Did love its lustre. I did hear him groan, SICKNESS. Alas, it cry'd, "Give me some drink, Titinius" WONDER. As a sick girl! Ye gods, it doth amaze me, LISTENING. Brutus. Another general shout! WONDER. I do believe, that these raptures are DISCONTENT. For some new honours that are heaped on Cæsar. RANT. Cassius. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow, world, Like a Colossus! and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about, REGRET. Men at sometimes have been masters of their fates; EXCITING. Brutus and Cæsar! what should be in that Cæsar ? WONDER. Now in the names of all the gods at once, CONTEMPT. Age, thou art sham'd; Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods; R |