884

Look to the queen there, ho! Osr. Hor. They bleed on both sides :-How is it, my lord? Osr. How is't, Laertes?

Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Os ric;

I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
Ham. How does the queen?
She swoons to see them bleed.
King.
Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink,-O my dear
Hamlet!-

The drink, the drink ;-I am poison'd !

[Dies.

Ham. O villany!-Ho! let the door be lock'd: Treachery! seek it out.

[Laertes falls.

Laer. It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; No medicine in the world can do thee good, In thee there is not half an hour's life; The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Unbated, and envenom'd: The foul practice Hath turn'd itself on me; lo, here I lie, Never to rise again: Thy mother's poison'd; I can no more; the king, the king's to blame. Ham. The point

Envenom'd too!-Then, venom, to thy work.
[Stabs the King.

Osr.& Lords. Treason! treason!
King. O, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt.
Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned
Dane,

Drink off this potion :-Is the union here?

Follow my mother.

Laer.

He is justly serv'd;

It is a poison temper'd by himself.

Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet; Mine and my father's death come not upon thee; Nor thine on me!

Hor.

Never believe it;

I am more an antique Roman than a Dane, Here's yet some liquor left.

Ham.

Ham.

O, I die, Horatio;

[Dies

[March withit.

Enter Fortinbras, the English Ambassadors, and
others.
Fort. Where is this sight?
Hor.

What is it, you would see!
If aught of woe, or wonder, cease your search.
Fort. This quarry cries on havock!-O proud death!
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
That thou so many princes, at a shot,
So bloodily hast struck?

The sight is dismal;
1 Amb.
And our affairs from England come too late:
The ears are senseless, that should give us hearing,
To tell him, his commandment is fulfill'd.
That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead:
Where should we have our thanks?

Not from his mouth,
Hor.
Had it the ability of life to thank you;
He never gave commandment for their death.
But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
Are here arriv'd; give order, that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view;
And let me speak to the yet unknowing world,
How these things come about: so shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts;
Of accidental judgements, casual slaughters;
Of deaths put on by cunning, and fore'd cause;
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I
Truly deliver.

And call the noblest to the audience.
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune;
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me
Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on :
But let this same be presently perform'd,
Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischate,
On plots, and errors, happen.

Let four captains
Fort.
Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage,
The soldiers' music, and the rites of war,
Speak loudly for him.-

Take up the bodies:-Such a sight as this
Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
[A dead mar
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
[Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies;
which, a peal of ordnance is shot of

I would not follow him then. Iago. O, sir, content you ;

the city,

In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,

Oft capp'd to him ;-and, by the faith of man,
I know my price, I am worth no worse a place:
But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,
Evades them, with a bombast circumstance,
Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war;
And, in conclusion, nonsuits

My mediators; for, certes, says he,
I have already chose my officer.

And what was he?

Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,

A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife;
That never set a squadron in the field,
Nor the division of a battle knows

More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric,
Wherein the toged consuls can propose

As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practice,
Is all his soldiership. But, hc, sir, had the election:
And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof,
At Rhodes, at Cyprus; and on other grounds
Christian and heathen,-must be be-lee'd and calm'd

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
For nought but provender; and, when he's old, cash

ier'd ;

Whip me such honest knaves: Others there are,
Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves;
And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
Do well thrive by them, and, when they have fin'd
their coats,

Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul;
And such a one do I profess myself.

For, sir,

It is as sure as you are Roderigo,

Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:

In following him, I follow but myself;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end:
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart

In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe,
If he can carry't thus!

Call up her father,

Iago.
Rouse him; make after him, poison his delight,
Proclaim him in the streets: incense her kinsmen,
And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy,
Yet throw such changes of vexation on't,
As it may lose some colour.

Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud.
Fago. Do; with like timorous accent. and dire yell,
As when, by night and negligence, the fire
Is spied in populous cities.

Rod. What ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho!|| lago, Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves !

Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags!
Thieves! thieves!

Brabantio above, at a window.

Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons What is the matter there?

Rod. Signior, is all your family within?

Iago. Are your doors lock'd?

Bra.

?

Why? Wherefore ask you this? Jago. Zounds, sir, you are robb'd; for shame, put

My house is not a grange.

Rod.

Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you, lago. "Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, you think we are ruffians: You'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse; you'll Trave your nephews neigh to you: you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans.

Bra. What, profane wretch art thou?

Iago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech

you,

If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent,
(As partly, I find it is.) that your fair daughter,
At this odd-even and dull watch o'the night,
Transported-with no worse nor better guard,
But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,—
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,-
If this be known to you, and your allowance,
We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs;
But, if you know not this, my manners tell me,
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe,
That, from the sense of all civility,

I thus would play and trifle with your reverence:
Your daughter,-if you have not given her leave,—
I say again, hath made a gross revolt;
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,
In an extravagant and wheeling stranger,
Of here and every where: Straight satisfy yourself:
If she be in her chamber, or your house,
Let loose on me the justice of the state
For thus deluding you.

Bra.
Strike on the tinder, ho!
Give me a taper;-call up all ny people:-
This accident is not unlike my dream,
Belief of it oppresses me already:-
Light, I say! light!

[Exit, from abe.

Iago. Farewell; for I must leave you:
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shall)
Against the Moor: For, I do know, the state,-
However this may gall him with some check,-
Cannot with safety cast him; for he's embark'd
With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars,
(Which even now stand in act,) that, for their souls,
Another of his fathom they have not,

To lead their business: In which regard,
Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
Yet, for necessity of present life,

I must show out a flag and sign of love,

Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find

him,

Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search;

And there will I be with him. So, farewell. [Eri2.

Enter, below, Brabantio and Servants with tercha,

Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is; And what's to come of my despised time, Is naught but bitterness.-Now, Roderigo, Where didst thou see her?-O, unhappy girl!-With the Moor, say'st thou?-Who would be a fatherHow didst thou know 'twas she?-0, thou deceiv'st me Past thought!-What said she to you?—Get more te

pers;

Raise all my kindred.-Are they married, think you? Rod. Truly, I think, they are.

Bra. O heaven!-how got she out!-0 treason of the blood!

Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds
By what you see them act.-Are there not charms,
By which the property of youth and maidhood
May be abus'd? Have you not read, Roderigo,
Of some such thing?
Rod.
Yes, sir; I have indeed.
Bra. Call up my brother.-O, that you had had her!-
Some one way, some another.-Do you know
Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?
Rod. I think, I can discover him; if you please

To get good guard, and go along with me.
Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call;

I may command at most;-Get weapons, ho!
And raise some special officers of night.-
On, good Roderigo;-l'il deserve your pains. [Exeunt.
SCENE II-The same. Another Strect. Enter O-
thello, lago, and Attendants.

Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience,
To do no contriv'd murder; I lack iniquity
Sometimes, to do me service: Nine or ten times

I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs. Oth. 'Tis better as it is.

iago.

Nay, but he prated, And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms Against your honour,

That, with the little godliness I have,

I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir,
Are you fast married for, be sure of this,-
That the magnifico is much beloved;
And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
As double as the duke's; he will divorce you;
Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
The law (with all his might, to enforce it on,)
Will give him cable.

Let him do his spite :

Oth. My services, which I have done the signiory, Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know, (Which, when I know that boasting is an honour, I shall promulgate.) I fetch my life and being From men of royal siege; and my demerits May speak, unbonneted. to as proud å fortune As this that I have reach'd: For know, lago, But that I love the gentle Desdemona, I would not my unhoused free condition Put into circumscription and confine

For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yonder?

Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers with torches.

Iago. These are the raised father, and his friends: You were best go in.

Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her:
For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
If she in chains of magic were not bound, -
Whether a maid-so tender, fair, and happy :
So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,
Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou; to fear, not to delight.
Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense,
That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms;
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals,
That waken motion :-I'll have it disputed on;
'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.

I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant :-
Lay hold upon him; if he do resist,
Subdue him at his peril.

To prison: till fit time
Of law, and course of direct session,
Call thee to answer.

Oth.
What if I do obey?
How may the duke be therewith satisfied;
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state,
To bring me to him?

off.

The duke's in council; I am sure, is sent for. Bra.

'Tis true, most worthy siguier, and your noble self,

How! the duke in council! In this time of the night !-Bring him away: Mine's not an idle cause: the duke bimself, Or any of my brothers of the state, Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own: For if such actions may have passage free, Bond-slaves, and pagans, shall our statesmen be.

[Exeunt.

SCENE 111-The same. A Council-Chamber. The Duke, and Senators, sitting at a table; Officers at tending.

Duke. There is no composition in these news,