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Where virtue is, these make more virtuous.
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt,
For she had eyes, and chose me.

No, Iago,
I'll see, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
And, on the proof, there is no more but this,
Away at once with love or jealousy.

Iago. I'm glad of this; for now I shall have reason To shew the love and duty that I bear you With franker spirit. Therefore, as I'm bound, Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof. Look to your wife, observe her well with Caffio; Wear your eye, thus; not jealous, nor secure; I would not have your free and noble nature Out of self-bounty be abus'd; look to't. I know our country-disposition well ; In Venice they do let Heav'n see the pranks They dare not shew their husbands.

Oth. Dost thou say so?

IAGO. She did deceive her father, marrying you ; And when she seem'd to shake, and fear your looks, She lov'd them most.

Oth. And so she did.

Iago. Go to then; She, that, so young, could give out such a seeming To seal her father's eyes up, clofe as oakHe thought 'twas witchcraft-But I'm much to blame: I humbly do beseech you of your pardon, For too much loving you, Oth. I am bound to

you

for IAGO. I see this hath a little dath'd your spirits. Oth. Not a jot, not a jot.

lago.

ever.

IAGO. Trust me, I fear it has:
I hope you will consider what is spoke
Comes from my love. But I do fee you're mov'd-
I am to pray you, not to strain my speech
To grosser issues, not to larger reach,
Than to suspicion,

Orh. I will not..

IAGO. Should you do so, my Lord,
My speech would fall into such vile success,
Which my thoughts aim not at. Caffio's my worthy friend
My Lord, I see you're mov'de

Oth. No, not much mov'd
I do not think, but Desdemona's honest..

Iago. Long live she fo! and long live you to think so!
OTH. . And yet, how nature erring from itself-

IAGO. Ay, there's the point;-as (to be bold with you)
Not to affect many propofed matches
Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,
Whereto we see in all things nature tends :
Foh! one may smell, in such, a will most rank,
Foul disproportions, thoughts unnatural.
But, pardon me, I do not in position
Diftinctly speak of her; though I may fear,
Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,
May fall to match you with her country-forms,
And, haply, so repent.

OTH. Farewel, farewel;
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more ::
Set on thy wife t'observe. Leave me, Jago..

Iago. My Lord, I take my leave.

OTH. Why did I marry! This honeft creature, doubtless,

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Sees,

Sees, and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.

Iago. My Lord, I would I might intreat your Honour
To scan this thing no further; leave it to time:
Altho''tis fit that Cassio have his place,
For, sure, he fills it up with great ability;
Yet if you please to hold him off a while,
You shall by that perceive him and his means ;
Note, if your lady ftrain his entertainment
With any strong or vehement importunity;
Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
Let me be thought too busy in my fears,
(As worthy cause I have to fear I am)
And hold her free, I do beseech your Honour.

Отн. . Fear not my government.
IAGO. I once more take

my leave.

SHAKESPEAR.

CH A P.

XXVIII.

HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS MOTHER's

MARRIAGE.

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H that this too too folid flesh would melt,

Thaw, and resolve itself into adew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-flaughter !
How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the ufes of this world!
Fie on't! oh fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to feed'; things rank, and gross in nature,
Possess it merely. That it should come to this !
But two months dead ! nay, not so much ; not two:-
So excellent a king, that was, to this,

Hyperion

Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother,
That he permitted not the winds of heav'n
Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth!
Muft I remember why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on; yet, within a month,-
Let me not think Frailty, thy name is Woman!
A little month! or ere those shoes were old,
With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
Like Niobe, all tears -Why, she, ev’n she
(0 Heav'n! a beast that wants discourse of reason,
Would have mourn'd longer-) married with mine uncle,
My father's brother ; but no more like my father,
Than I to Hercules. Within a month !
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears.
Had left the fushing in her galled eyes,
She married Oh, most wicked speed, to poft
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets:!
It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

SHAKESPEAR..

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НАМ. NGELS and minifters of

grace

defend us !
Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heav'n, or blasts from hell,
Be thy in tent wicked or charitable,
Thou com'it in such a questionable shape,
That I will speak to thee.. I'll call thee Hamlet,
King, Father, Royal Dane: oh! answer me ;

Let

Let me not burst in ignorance ; but tell,
Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in earth,
Have burst their cearments ? why the fepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws,
To cast thee up again? What may this mean?
That thou, dead corse, again in compleat steel,
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous, and us fools of nature
So horribly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our fouls ?
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?

Ghost. Mark me.
Ham. I will.

Ghost. My hour is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.

HAM. Alas, poor ghost !

Ghost. Pity mè not, but lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall unfold.

HAM. Speak, I am bound to hear.
Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
Ham. What?

Ghost. I am thy father's spirit;
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And, for the day, confin’d to fast in fire ;
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature,
Are burnt and purg'd away.

But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their

spheres,

Thy

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