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And she did gratify bis amorous works
Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd with that recognizance and pledge of love Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, Which I first gave ber : I saw it in bis hand i And very sea-mark of my utmost sail, It was a handkerchief, an antique token
Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear; My father gave my mother.
Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
And he retires :- Where should Othello go? lago. Come, hold your peace.
Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr d Emil. 'Twill out, '.will ont ;--| hold my peace,
wench! Sirt no,
Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at No, I will speak as liberal as the air ;
Even like thy chastity.
From the possession of this heavenly sight! Your sword upon a woman?
Blow me about in winds ! roast me in sulpbur !
O Desdemona! Desdemona 1 dead 1
Enter Lodovico, MONTANO, CASSIO, carried (More than indeed belong'd to such a tride,)
in a Chair, and officers with lago prisoner. He begy'd of me to steal it.
Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate lago. Villanous whore !
Oth. That's he, that was Othello; here I am. lago. Filth, thou liest.
Lod. Where is that viper ? bring the villain
Olh. I look down towards his feet; t-but
that's a fable: fool
If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. Do with so good a wise?
(OTHELLO wounds lago.
Lod. Wrench his sword from bim.
lago. I bleed, Sir; but not kill'd.
Lod. O thou Othello, that wast once so good,
What shall be said to thee 1
Oth. Why, any thing.
For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.
Lod. This wretch hath in part confess'd his
Cas. Dear general, I never gave yon cause.
Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon, But every pusy whipster gets my sword :
Will you, I pray you deinand that demi-devil, But why should honour outlive honesty ?
Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body 3 Let it go all.
lago, Demand me nothing: What you know, Emil. What did thy song bode, lady ?
you know ;
time forth I never will speak word. swan,
Lod. What I not to pray ?
Gra. Torments will ope your lips.
Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath
And here, another : the one of them imports
The death of Cassio to be undertook
Oth. o villain!
Lod. Now here's another discontented paper,
Found in his pocket too: and this it seems,
Roderigo meant to have sent this damned vil
But that belike, Iago in the interim
Came in and satisfied him.
Oth. O the pernicious caitiff I-
How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
That was my wife's ?
Cas. I found it in my chamber :
That there be dropp'd it, for a special purpose
Oth. O fool! fool I fool I Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now.
Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter,+ Steel is hardened by being put red. • Actount.
+ To see if his feet be cloren. By the stratageru,
Gre. What's the matter?
het into very cold water,
How he upbraids lago, that he made him, Their mediciual guin : Set you down this :
I took by the throat the circumcised dog, Lod. You nust forsake this room, and go And smote him--thus. (Stabs kimself. with us;
Lod. O bloody period 1 Your power and your command is taken off, Gra. All, that's spoke, is marrd. And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave, Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee ;-No way If there be any cunning cruelty,
but this, That can torment him much, and hold him
(Falling upon DESDEMONA. long,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. It shall be his : You shall close prisoner rest,
(Dies, Till that the nature of your fault be kulown Cas. This did I fear, but thought be bad ilo To the Venetian state :-Come, bring him
weapon ; away.
For he was great of heart. oth. Soft you ; a word or two, before you go. Lod. 0 Spartan dog, I have done the state some service, and they More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea ! know it;
Look on the tragic loading of this bed ; No more of that :- I pray you, in your letters,
(To 1100 When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, This is thy work; the object poisons sight ;Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Let it be hid.--Gratiano, keep the house, Nor set down auglit in malice: then must you and seize upon the fortunes of the Moof, speak
For they succeed to you.--To you, lord goverof one that lov'd not wisely, but too well;
nor, of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Remains the censure of this bellish villain ; Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand, The time, the place, the torture,-0 enforte it! Like the base Júdean, threw a pearl away, Myself will straight aboard ; and, to the state, Richer than all his tribe ; of one, whose subdu'a This heavy act with heavy heart relate. eyes,
(Erekat Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
THE reader will frequently be at a loss to reconcile the order and passages of Othello, as given in the present edition, with their accustomed delivery on the stage ; but it is considered a trifling inconvenience, when com teracted by the pleasure of possessing (as nearly as the most authentic resources can afford them, the actual language and construction of the drama, as given by Shakspeare. In the authorized copies of the prompters
' books, and in many editions reprinted from them, the beauty of the original has been somewhat obscured by green-room critics, of conflicting taste, and obsequious managers, more penny-wise than poetical. The scene with the musicians, which introduces Act II.---that incongruous nuisance, the clowa---and that equally trouble come excrescence, Bianca the prostitute ---are however, with real judgment, omitted in the representation ; many of the less important passages, such as ocear in the scene before the senate---in the soliloquies of lago-the dialogues between Montano and a gentleman of Cyprus, on the tempest of the preceding night, and between Desdemona and Emilia, on the temptations to adultery, aro very considerably abridged. The order of the scenes is also perpetually varied ; each theatrical copartnership retaining its peculiar programme of Richard or Othello, in commun with its wardrobe, thunder, side-scenes, and mould.capdles.
ROMEO AND JULIET.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
far which he chiedy obtained from a French translation (by Boisteaa) of an Italian novel by Luigi da Porto,
ABRAM, Servant to Montague.
LADY MONTAGUE, Wife to Montague.
JULIET, Daughter to Capulet. BENVOLIO, Nephew to Montague, and Friend NORSE to Juliet.
to Romeo. TYBALT, Nephew to Lady Capulet.
Citizens of Verona; several Mon and FRIAR LAWRENCE, a Franciscan.
Women, relations to both Houses : FRIAR JOHN, of the same Order.
Maskers Guards, Watchmen, and Al. BALTHAZAR, Scrvant to Romeo.
tendants. GREGORY, }
SCENE, during the greater part of the Play, in Veropa : ouce, in the aftb Act, at Manuaa.
SAMPSON, Servants to Caputet.
PROLOGUE. Tko households, both alike in dignity,
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
And the continuance of their parents' rage, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Whicb, but their children's end, nougat could re. Where civil blood makes civil bands unclean.
move, From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage ; A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; The which if you with patient cars attend Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife.
Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out
of the collar. SCENE I. A public place.
Sam. I strike quickly, being moved. Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, armed with
Gre. But thou art not quickiy moved to
strike. Swords and Bucklers.
Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves Sun. Gregory, o'my word, we'll not carry
Gre. To move, is--to stir; and to be valiant, Gre. No, for then we should be colliers. is--to stand to it': therefore, if thou art mov'd, Sum. I mean, an ke be in choler, we'll draw. thou run'st away.
Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to TIC, tinh phrase formetly in use to signify the bearing in stand : I will take the wall of any man or maid
Gre. That shows thee a weak slave ; for the Down with the Capulets ! down with the Mob weakest goes to the wall. Sum. True ; and therefore women, being the
tagues 1 weaker Vessels, are ever thrust to the wall :
Enter CAPULET, in his Gown; and Lady therefore I will push Moutague's inen from the
CAPULET. wall, and thrust bis maids to the wall.
Cup. What noise is this ?-Give me my long Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and
sword, ho! us their men. Sunn. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant :
La, Cap. A crutch, a crutch !-Why call you
for a sword ?
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Enter MONTAGUE, and LADY MONTAGUE. maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,--Hold me not, Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel
let me go. Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to
La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek
a foe. stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
Enter Prince, with Attendants. Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not fish: if thou Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, badst, thon hadst been poor John, * Draw thy Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,lool; here comes two of the house of the Mon- Will they not bear ?—what hol you men, jou tagues.
beasts,Enter ABRAM and BALTHAZER.
That quench the fire of your pernicions rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins, Sam, My naked weapon is out ; quarrel, I will on pain of torture, from those bloody hands back thee.
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the Gre. How? turn thy back, and run ?
ground, Sam. Fear me not.
And bear the sentence of your moved prince.Gre. No, marry : I fear thee!
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, Sam. Let us take the law of our sides ; let By thee, old Capulet and Montague, thein begin.
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets ; Cre. I will frown as I pass by : and let them and made Verona's ancient citizens take it as they list.
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb To wield old partizans, in hands as old, at them ; which is a disgrace to them, if they Canker'd with peace to part your cauker'd hate : bear it.
If ever you disturb our streets again,
For this time, all the rest depart away :
To know our further pleasure in this case, Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Sir; but I bite my thumb, Sir.
Once more, on pain of death, að men depart. Gre. Do you quarrel, Sir ?
(Ereuni PRINCE and Attendants ; CAPU. Abr. Quarrel, Sir? no, Sir.
LET, LADY CAPULET, TYBALT, CitiSam. If you do, Sir, I am for you ; I serve as
ZENS, and Servants. good a man as you.
Mon Who set this ancient quarrel new Abr, No better.
abroach 3 Sam. Well, Sir
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
Ben. Here were the servants of your adEnter BENFOLIO, at a Distance.
versary, Gre. Say-better ; here comes one of my And your's, close fighting ere I did approach : master's kiismen.
I drew to part them; in the instant came Sam. Yes, better, Sir.
The tiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd ; Abr. Yon lie.
Which, as he breatb'd defiance to my ears, Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, re. He swung about his head, and cut the winds, member thy smashing blow,
Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scoru :
[They fight. While we were interchanging thrusts and blows Ben. Part, fools ; put up your swords; you came more and more and fought on part and know not what you do.
La. Mon. o where is Romeu !--saw you bim
to-day? Tyb. What,
art thou drawn among these Right glad I am, he was not at his fray. heartless binds ?
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
sun, Ben. I'do but keep the peace; put up thy Peer'd through the golden window of the east, sword,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; Or manage it to part these men with me.
Where,-underneath the grove of sycamore, *7'yb. What, drawn, and talk of peace ? I hate That westward rooteth from the city's side, the word,
So early walking did I see your sou : As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee :
Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me,
And stole into the covert of the wood:
[They fight. ), measuring his affections by my own, Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who That most are busied when they are most alone,
Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his, join the Fray: then enter Citizens with and gladly shunn'a who gladly tied from ine. Clubs.
Mon. Many a morning bath he there been
strike ! I Cit. Clubs, f bills, and partizans !
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep
sigbs : + The disregard of concord is in character, 1 Clubs: wacquivalent to the modurn cry of Watch!
Have at thee, coward.
beat them down !
But all so soon as the all-cheering san
Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee Should in the furthest east begin to draw
Ben. Groan ? why, no; The shady curtains froin Aurora's bed,
But sadly tell me, wbo. Away from light steals home my heavy son, Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his And private in his chamber pens uiinsell;
will: Shuts up bis windows, locks sair day-light out, Ah word Ill org'd to one that is so ill lAnd makes himself an artificial night :
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. Black and portentous must this humour prove, Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you Unless good coursel may the cause reinove.
lov'd. Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ? Rom. A right good marksman !--And she's Mox. I neither know it, nor can leam of him.
fair I love. Ben. Have you importun'd bin by any means ? Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest Mon. Both by myself, and many other friends:
bit. But he, his own affectious' counsellor,
Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss : sbe'll not is to himself-I will not say, how true,
be hit But to himself so secret and so close,
With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit; So far from sounding and discovery,
And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'a, As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
From love's weak childish bow sbe lives un. Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
harm's. Or dedicate bis beanty to the sun.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Could we but learn from whence his sorrow Nor bide th' eucounter of assailing eyes, grow,
Nor ope her Jap to saint-seducing gold : We would as willingly give cure, as know, O she is rich in beauty ; only poor,
That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Enter Roveo, at a distance.
Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still Ber. See, where he comes : so please you,
live chaste 3 step aside :
Rom. She bath, and in that sparing makes 1'3 know his grievance, or be inuch denied,
huge waste; Mon. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, For beauty, starv'd with her severity, To bear true shrift, --Conne, madani, let's away. Cuts beanty off from all posterity,
(Ereunt MONTAGUE and LADY. She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
To merit bliss by making ine despair :
She hath forsworn to love ; and, in that vow,
Do 1 live dead, that live to tell it now.
Den. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Was that any father that went hence so fast 3 Rom. O teach me how I should forget to Ben. It was :-What sadness lengthens Ro.
Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes :
Rom. 'Tis the way
To call her's exquisite, in question more :
These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' hrors,
Being black, put us in mind they hide the Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! The precious treasure of his eyesight lost : Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muflled still. Show me a mistress that is passing fair, Should, without eyes, see path ways to his will! What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Where shall we dine 1-0 me!-What fray Where I may read, who pass'd that passing Tras bere?
fair ? Yet tell 30t, for I have heard it all, (love :- Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget. Here's much to do with hate, but more with Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in Why, theu, o brawling love ! O loving hate !
(Exeunt. o any thing, of nothing first create ! O heavy lightness ! serious vanity!
SCENE 11. A Street.
Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and SERVANT.
Cap. And Montague is bound as well as 1, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is !-- In penalty alike ; and 'tis not hard, I think, This love feel 1, that feel no love in this.
For men so old as we to keep the peace.
Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both;
And pity 'lis, you liv'd at odds so long.
But now, iny lord, what say you to my suit?
Cap. But saying o'er what I have said be. Kom. Why, such is love's transgression.
fore: Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast;
My child is yet a stranger in the world, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it press'd
She hath not seen the change of foustten years ; With more of thine: this' love, that thou hast Let two more summers wither in their pride,
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Deth add more grief to too much of mine own. Par. Younger than she are bappy Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs ;
made. Being purg'd, a fire sparkling
in a lover's eyes ; Cup. And too soon marrd are those so early Being verd, 'a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears :
made. What is it else I a madness most discreet,
The earth bath swallow'd all my hopes but sbe ; A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
She is tbe hopeful lady of my earth :
(Going. But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
My will to her consent is but a part;
This night I hold ay old accustom'd feast,
• A complimere to Queen Elizabeth, iu whose reign • la seriousuESS.
the play was first represented.
Dost thou not laugh?