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Exciting. vour. But when will you, my countrymen, w when
will you rouse from your indolence, and bethink
yourselves of what is to be done? When you are Apprehen. forced to it by some fatal disaster ? When irresist
"ible necessity drives you? What think ye of the Rousing disgraces which are already come upon you? Is
not the past sufficient to stimulate your activity ?
Or do ye wait for somewhat, yet to come, more Reproving' forcible and urgent? How long will you amuse with con- yourselves with enquiring of one another after tempt.
news, as you ramble idly about the streets? What Rousing news so strange ever came to Athens, as,
that a Macedonian should subdue this state, and lord it
over Greece ? Again, you ask one another, Contempt. “What, is Philp dead". "No," it is an
swered, “but he is very ill! How foolish this Chiding. curiosity! What is it to you, whether Philip is
sick or well ? Suppose he were dead. Your inactivity would soon raise up against yourselves another Philip in his stead. For it is not his strength, that has made himn what he is ; but your indolence, which has, of late, been such, that you seem neither in a condition to take
any advantage of the enemy, nor to keep it, if it were Recollect- gained by others for you. But what I have ing. hitherto observed to your reproach, will be of no
service towards retrieving the past miscarriages, unless I proceed to offer a plan for raising the necessary supplies of money, shipping, and men,
[The orator then goes on to treat of ways and means. But
that part of his speech being less entertaining, and his demands of men, money, and shipping, being pitiful, compared with the immense funds, and stupendous armaments, we are accustomed to, I leave it out. Afiere wards he shews Philip's insolence by producing his leto ters to the Eutæans ; and then makes remarks on them.]
The present disgraceful state of your affairs, my.countrymen, as it appears from the insolent strain of the letters I have just read, may not,
perhaps, be a very pleasing subject, for your re-
would willingly flatter myself with the hope, that things being come to a crisis, the hasty strides made by Philip toward the conquest
of this commonwealth, will prove the means of deSarcasın. feating his design. Had he proceeded deliberate
ly and prudently, you seem so disposed to peace, that I do not imagine, you would have troubled yourselves about his taking a few towns and provinces, but would have given him leave, without molestation, to affront your standards and flags at his pleasure. But now, that you see hiin making rapid advances toward your capital, perhaps you may at last be alarmed, if you be not
lost to all sense of prudence, honour, or safety. Rousing O shame to the Athenian name! We under
took this war against Philip, in order to obtain * redress of grievances, and to force him to inden
nify us for the injuries he had done us, Irony. have conducted it so successfully', that we shall,
by and by, think ourselves happy, if we escape Apprehen. being defeated and ruined. For, who can think,
that a prince, of his restless and ambitious temper, will not improve the opportunities and advantages which our indolence and timidity present him?
Will he give over his designs against us, without Remonstra. being obliged to it? And who will oblige him? Alarm.
Who will restrain his fury? Shall we wait for Exciting. assistance from some unknown country ? In the Intreating name of all that is sacred, and all that is dear to
us, let us make an attempt with what forces we can
raise, if we should not be able to raise as many Indignation as we would wish. Let us do somewhat to curb Exciting. this insolent tyrant of his pursuits. Let us not
trifle away the time in hearing the ineffectual Apprehen. wranglings of orators, while the enemy is strength
ening himself, and we are declining, and our allies growing more and more cold to our interest, and more apprehensive of the consequences of continuing on our side,
VILLAINOUS SURMISING, AND
Iago artfully endeavours to excite Othello to
jealousy against his innocent wife DESDEMOna, to be revenged on Othello for a supposed injury.
[SHAKESP. Othel.] lago.
ID Michael Cassio, when you wooed ' Question. .
my lady, Know of your love ?
Craft, Othello. He did from first to last. Why dost Indifforence
thou ask 2 Iugo. But for a satisfaction of my thought ; Infinuating. No farther harm. Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago ?
Doubting. Iago. I did not think he had been acquainted Infinuating.
with it. Oth. O jes; and went between us very often. Declaration Iago. Indeed !
Surmising, oth. Ay indeed. Discern'st thou aught from Anxiety.
that ? Is he not honest ? Iago. Honest, my Lord ?
Surmising. Oth. Honest, ay, honest !
Anxiety. Iago. My Lord-for aught-for aught I know. Surmising. Oth. What dost thou think of?
Anxiety. Iago. Think of, my Lord !
Surnising. Oth. Think of, my Lord! Why dost thou echo Anxiety.
me, As if there were some monster in thy thought Suspicion. Too hideous to be shewn. Thou dost mean some
thing, I heard thee say but now, thou liked'st not that, When Cassio left my wife: What didst not like
Anxious And when I told thee, he was of my counsel,
enquiry. In my whole course of wooing, thou cry'dst
And didst contract and purse thy brows together,
As if thou then had'st shut up in thy brain Earnesiness. Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me,
Shew me thy thought.
And as I know thou’rt full of honesty,
breath, Apprehen. Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more:
For such things in a false disloyal knave,
They're distillations working from the heart, Earnestness. Which passion cannot rule. Therefore I tell thee,
Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
A stranger to thy thought.
From one, that so imperfectly conceits,
To let you know my thoughts.
Is the immediate jewel of their souls. Contempt. Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis some
thing nothing Twas minetis his it has been slaves to thou
sands : Concern. But he who filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that, which makes not him the richer,
And makes me poor indeed. Charging.
Oth. I'll know thy thoughts. Refusing. Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your
(1) lago. You cannot, &c.; That is, “I hardly know myself, what to think ; and yet I cannot help suspecting Caflio."