live;

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,
Enil. O heaven! O heavenly powers!

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 ;

compt •

(ven,
Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all, This look of thine will hurt my soul from hea
All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. And fiends will suatch at it. Cold, cold, my
Jugo. Be wise, and get you hoine.
Emit. I will not.

Even like thy chastity.
{laco offers to stab his wife. O cursed, cursed slave !-Whip me ye devils,
Gra. Fie !

From the possession of this heavenly sight! Your sword upon a woman?

Blow me about in winds ! roast me in sulpbur !
Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief Wash me in steep-down gulís of liquid tire
thou speak'st of,

O Desdemona! Desdemona 1 dead 1
I found by fortune, and did give my husband; Deau 1 010101
For often with a solemu earnestness,

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 !

man
Emil. She gave it Cassio ! no, alas; I found it,
And I did giv't my husband.

Oth. That's he, that was Othello; here I am. lago. Filth, thou liest.

Lod. Where is that viper ? bring the villain

forth.
Emil. By heaven, I do not ; I do not, gen-
Ulernen:

Olh. I look down towards his feet; t-but
O murd'rous coxcomb! what should such a

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.
(hago stabs Enila, then runs out.
Oth. Are there lo stones in heaven

lago. I bleed, Sir; but not kill'd.
But what serve for the thunder ! - Precious Oth. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee

villala!
Gra. The woman falls ; sure, be bas killed For, in my seuse, 'tis bappiness to die.
his wife.

Lod. O thou Othello, that wast once so good,
Emil. Ay, ay; o lay me by my mistress' Fall'o in the practice of a cursed slave,
side 1

What shall be said to thee 1
Gra. He's gone, but his wife's kill'a.

Oth. Why, any thing.
Hon. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this an houourable musderer, if you will;

For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.
Which I have here recover'd from the Moor :

Lod. This wretch hath in part confess'd his
Come, guard the door without ; let hiin not pass,

villany :
But will him rather ; 1'11 after that same villain, Did you and he consent in Cassio's death >
For 'lis a damned slave.

Oth. Ay.
Exeunt MONTANO and GRATIANO.

Cas. Dear general, I never gave yon cause.
Oth. I am not valiant neither.

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 ;
Hark, canst thou hear ine?
I will play the From this

time forth I never will speak word. swan,

Lod. What I not to pray ?
And die in music ;-Willow, willow, willow..

Gra. Torments will ope your lips.
Mock, she was chaste; she lov'd thee, cruel Oth. Well, thou dost best.

Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath
So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;

befallin,
So speaking as I think, I die, I die. Dies. Which, as I think, you know not : Here is a
Oth. I have apother weapon in this chamber,

letter,
It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's tem. Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo,
per

And here, another : the one of them imports
O here it is :-Uncie, I must come forth.

The death of Cassio to be undertook
Gra. {Within.] 'lf thou attempt it, it will By Roderigo.
cost thee dear;

Wrapon,

Moor;

How he upbraids lago, that he made him, Their mediciual guin : Set you down this :
Brave me on the watch ; whereon it came And say, besides, that in Aleppo once,
That I was cast; and even but now he spake, Where a malignant and a turbati'd Turk
After long seeming dead, Iago hurt him, Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,
lago set him on.

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

• Sentence.

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.

and

ROMEO AND JULIET.

LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
IN 14 Mr. Arthur Brooke published a poem on “The Tragicall Historie of Romeus and Juliett;" the materiale

far which he chiedy obtained from a French translation (by Boisteaa) of an Italian novel by Luigi da Porto,
a Venetian gentleman, who died in 1629. A prose translation of Beisteau's work was also published 1576, by
Paister, in his Pelace of Pleasure, vol. II,; and upon the incidents of these two works, especially of the poem,
Malone decides that Shakspeare covstructed his entertaining tragedy. Dr. Johnson has declared this play to be
* sue of the most pleasing of Shakspeare's performances :" but it contains some breaches of irregularity---
many superfluities, tumid conceits, and bombastic ideas, inexcusable even in a lover ; with a continued recut-
reace of jingling periods and trifting quibbles, which obscure the sense, or disgust the reader. Several of the
characters are, however, charmingly designed, and not less happily executed ; the catastrophe is intensely
affecting ; the incidents various and expressive ; and as the passion which it delineates is one of universal ac.
eeptance in the catalogue of human wishes, the tinder-like character of the lady, and the notable constancy
of the gentleman, are forgotten in the dangers and the calamities of both. The numerous rhymes which oceur,
are probably seedlings from Arthur Brooke's stock plant. “The nurse (says Dr. Johnson)is one of the characters
in whieb Shakspeare delighted : he has, with great subtilty of distinction, drawn her at once loquacious and
secret, obsequious and insolent, trusty and disbopest."

2

coine

it.

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 ?
when I have fought with the men, I will be Cap. My sword, I say!--Old Montague is
cruel with the maids; I will cut off their
heads.

And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Gre. The heads of the maids 3
Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their

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,
Abr. Do you bite your thunb at us, Sir 3 Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
Sam. I do bite my thumb, Sir.

For this time, all the rest depart away :
Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir ? You, Capulet, shall go along with me;
Som. Is the law on our side, if I say, -ay? And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
Gre. No,

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.

part,
[Beats down their Swords. Till the prince came, who parted either part.

La. Mon. o where is Romeu !--saw you bim
Enter TYBALT.

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 !

seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew.

Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep
. Poor John is hake, dried and salted.

sigbs : + The disregard of concord is in character, 1 Clubs: wacquivalent to the modurn cry of Watch!

Have at thee, coward.

beat them down !

• Angry

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,
Ben. Good morrow, cousin.

To merit bliss by making ine despair :
Rom. Is the day so young ?

She hath forsworn to love ; and, in that vow,
Ben. But bew struck nine.

Do 1 live dead, that live to tell it now.
Rom. Ab me! sad hours seem long.

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.

think.
meo's hours !

Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes :
Rom. Not having that, which having, makes Examine other beauties.
thern short,

Rom. 'Tis the way
Ber. In lovet

To call her's exquisite, in question more :
Rom. Out-

These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' hrors,
Ben, Of love

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 !

debt.

(Exeunt. o any thing, of nothing first create ! O heavy lightness ! serious vanity!

SCENE 11. A Street.
Mis-shaped chaos of well-seeming forms !
Feather of lead, brighit sinoke, cold fire, sick

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;
Beu. No, coz, I rather weep.

And pity 'lis, you liv'd at odds so long.
Rom. Good heart, at what ?

But now, iny lord, what say you to my suit?
Ben. At thy good heart's oppression:

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 ;

inothers

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 :
Ben. Sort, I will go along ;

(Going. But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,

My will to her consent is but a part;
And if you leave me so, you do me wrong. Au she agree, within her scope choice
Rom, Tut, i bave lost myself; I am not Lies my consent, and fair according voice.

This night I hold ay old accustom'd feast,
This is not Romeo, he's some other where. Whereto I bave invited many a guest,
ben. Tell me in saduess, who she is you

• A complimere to Queen Elizabeth, iu whose reign • la seriousuESS.

the play was first represented.

fair;

health!

Dost thou not laugh?

shown,

Farewell,

my coz.

here;

love.