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OTH. I'll know thy thoughts
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IAGO. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand?
Nor shall not, whilst 'tiš in my cuftody.

Отн. Hà? Đi

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ivo sulav IAGO. Oh, beware, my Lord, of jealousy; It is a green ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; But oh, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who doats, yet doubts; fufpects, yet ftrongly loves!

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IAGO. Poor and content, is rich, and rich enough: But riches endless is as poor as winter j3' •}G| To him that ever fears he fhall be poor. 2435 nuqsona 517 Good Heaven! the fouls of all my tribe defendi Į From jealousy!

Отн. Why, Why is this ¥ o kajol as {

Think't thou I'd make a life of jealoufyel To follow ftill the changes of the moon

With fresh fufpicions Tis not to make me jealous
To fay, my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Is free of speech, Lings, plays, and dances well : 8amo >
Where virtue is, thefe make more virtubus,& OJ SI
Nor from mine own weak merits wiff I draw
The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt,
For fhe had eyes, and chofe me. No, Tago,
I'll fee, before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove ; 20 al
And, on the proof, there is no more bat this, see? (18
Away at once with love or jealoulyngodam moleky
IAGO. I'm glad of this for How fhall have reafon
To fhew the love and duty that P bear you'
With franker fpirit.

Receive it from me.
Look to your wife

Therefore, as I'm bound, 01621 Pfpeak not yet of proof. Al obferve her well with Caffio TO

Wear

Wear your eye thus; not jealous, nor fecure!

nature

I would not have your free and noble
Out of felf-bounty be abus'd; look to't."

I know our country difpofition well; ww pron ft tol
In Venice they do let Heav'n fee the pranks
They dare not fhew their husbands.

OTH. Doft thou say so?

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IAGO. She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when the feem'd to thake, and fear your looks, She lov'd them most.

OTH. And fo the did.

IAGO. Go to then;

She that, fo, young, could give out such a seeming
To feal her father's eyes up, close as oak

He thought 'twas witchcraft-But I'm much to blame :
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon, gol doo
For too much loving you.

OTн. I am bound to you for ever.

IAGO. I fee this hath a little dafh'd your fpirits. T OTH. Not a jot; not a jot

IAGO.

Trust me, I fear it has : cin)ASE DEN

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wher Comes from, my love. But I do fee you're mov'd I I am to pray you, not to strain my speech 2009! SP5677 To groffer iffues, not to larger reach,

Than to fufpicion, at no fab soro

OTH. I will not.

IAGO... Should you do fo, my Lord,

My fpeech would fall into fuch vile fuccefs, en obA Which my thoughts aim not at. Caffip's my worthy friend. My Lord, I fee your movido baig n I

OTH. No, not much mov'd bra set wolf ET I do not think but Defdemona's honeft,,Ed IAGO. Long live the fo! and long live you to think fot OTH, And yet, how nature's erring from itfel fro

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JAGO.

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, A
Whereto we see in all things nature tends:

Foh one may fmell, in fuch, a will most rank,
Foul difproportions, thoughts unnatural.
But, pardon me, I do not in pofition: a
Dinftinctly speak of her; though. I may fear
Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,
May fall to match y

you with her country-forms, And, haply, fo repent.loverd

Отн. Farewell, farewell;

If more thou dost perceive, let me know more :

Set on thy wife t' observe. Leave me, lago. E.
My Lord, I take my leave.sau laore
Why did I marry?:
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IAGO.

Отн.

This honeft creature, doubtlefs,

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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 Caffio have his place, Liando gli
For, fure, he fills it up with great ability;

Yet if you pleafe to hold him off a while,
You shall by that perceive him and his means; owd: “W
Note, if your lady strain his entertainment, fondaxil
With any ftrong or vehement importunity:
Much will be feen in that. In the mean time, Ecc
Let me be thought too busy in my fearsgoud of, fill whi
(As worthy caufe I have to fear I am)

And hold her free, I do befeech your Honour. 3:

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Отн. Fear not my governments of dro itol ja!! IAGO. I once more take my leave.

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Kay Marielle CHAP. XXVIII. e

HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS MOTHER'S MARRIAGE.

OH that this too too folid flesh would melt,

Thaw, and refolve itfelf into a dew!

Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd i
His canon 'gainft felf-flaughter!

How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable,
Seem to mera the ufes of this world

Fie on't! oh fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,,

That grows to feed; things rank, and grofs in nature, Poffefs it merely. That it Thould come to this!

But two months dead! nay, not fo much; not twoSo excellent a king, that was, to this,

Hyperion to a fatyr: -fo loving to my mother,

That he permitted not the winds of heav'nor
Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth !

Muft I remember!

Why, fhe would hang on him!

As if increafe of appetite had grown

By what it fed ong yet, within a month,

Let me not think Frailty, thy name is Woman!
A little month or ere those shoes were old, og
With which the followed my poor father's body,
Like Niobe, all tears Why, fhé, ev'n fhe
(O 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 falt of most unrighteous tears:
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,

She married Oh, moft wicked fpeed, to poft
With fuch dexterity, to incestuous fheets!

It is not, nor it cannot come to good.

But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

SHAKESPEARE.

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HAM. ANGELS and minifters of grace defend us!?
Be thou a fpirit of health, or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heav'n or blafts from hell,
Be thy intent wicked or charitable,

Thou com'ft in fuch a questionable fhapes godd
That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet,
King, Father, Royal Dane: oh! anfwer me!
Let me not burft in ignorance; but tell,
Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearfed in earth,
Have burst their cerements? why the fepulchre,
Wherein we faw thee quietly inurn'd,

Hath 'op'd his ponderous and marble jaws,
Hath'op'd

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To caft thee up again? What may this mean?
That thou, dead corfe, again in complete steel,
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Revifit'ft thus the glympfes of the moon,
Making night hideous, and us fools of nature.
So horribly to fhake our difpofition

With thoughts beyond the reaches of our fouls ?
Say, why is this? wherefore? what fhould we do i
GHOST Mark me, u 94 mediablood scaliɔ brit
dwes,bd no sise miliei aces to IT

HAM. I will.

GHOST My hour is almoft come,

When I to fulphurous and tormenting flame's

Muft render up myfelf. up myself, o

HAM. Alas, poor ghost!

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GHOST. Pity me not, but lend thy ferious hearing!! To what I fhall unfold. yoqub his is invited

HAM. Speak, I am bound to hear. A som voki GHOST. So' art thou to revenge when thou shalk hear. HAM. What?

GHOST. I am thy father's fpirit, stara jote d'A

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