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Oth. Avdunt ! Be gone! Thou'st set me on Rage:
surprise. Oth. What sense had I of her unfaithfulness? Regret for I thought not of it; felt no injury ;
loft repose. I slept untroubled ; I wak'd free and cheerful. O now, farewel for ever blessed peace
Grief. Of mind! Farewel the tranquil breast. The plumed troops, the thunders of the war, The fire of valour, and the pride of triumph. Othello is a wicked woman's mock’ry.
Anguilh. Iago. Is't possible, my Lord, you should be Pretended thus
surprise. Oth. Villain ! Be sure thou prove my love a Rage.
traitress, [Catching hinn by the throat.] Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,
Threat'ning "Twere better for thee to have been born a dog. Than answer my wak'd wraih. Iago. Is it come to this! Good Heav'n defend Surprise and
me! Are you a man? Have you a soul, or sense ? Reproof of I've done. Take my office-Wretched fool, ingratitude. That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice ! Self-accuse. * O monstrous world! What times are we fall n *AstonishTo be direct and honest, is not safe. I thank you for this profit, and henceforth I'll love no friend; since love breeds such offence. reproof of
. Oth. Nay stay-thou should'st be honest.
Recollectio. Iag. I should be wise ; for honesty's a fool, That loses what it works for.
sense of InOth. In my anguish
jury. I think my wife is honest, and think she is not. Apology. I think that thou art just, and that thou art not. I'll have some proof. * Her name, (1) that was
*Regret. as fresh, (1) “Her name," that is, her character, or reputation.
Fury. As Dian's (1) visage, is now begrim'd and black
As mine own face. If there be cords or knives,
Iago. I see, Sir, you are eaten up with passion.
I do repent me that I ever started it.
I must go on, or bear the name of slanderer.
And being troubled with a raging tooth, Explaining. I could not sleep. There is a kind of men, So loose of soul, that in their sleep, will
mutter All their affairs. One of this kind is Cassio.
In sleep I heard him say, “Sweet Desdemona! Caution, Let us be wary; let us hide our loves. Rage. O cursed fate, that gave thee to the Moor." Fury.
Oth. O monstrous! I will tear her limb from
limb. Hypocriti Iag. Nay; but be calm. This may be nothcalfoothing
ing yet She may be honest still. But tell me this, Question. Have you not sometimes seen a hundkerchief
Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand? Alarm. Oth. I gave her such a one. 'Twas my first
gift. Accusing. Iag. That I knew not. But such a handker
See Cassio wipe his beard with.
Iaz. Yet be patient, Sir. Boundless Oth. O blood, blood, blood! fury.
Hot, reeking blood shall wash the pois' nous stain,
(1) “ Dian's visage.” Diana is represented in the heathen my. thology, as, a goddess of extraordinary purity,
Which fouls mine honour. From this hour, my
Iag. As you will, Sir.
MASCARILLE, a crafty servant, in the interest of LEAN
DER, his master's son, contrives to send his old master into the country, and, in the mean time, persuades his friend ANSELM, that ke is dead suddenly ; and on that pretext, borrows of him a sum of money for Leander.
[See Moliere, L'ETOURDI.] Anselm. WHAT, my good friend Pandolph Surprise.
dead! Mascarille. I don't wonder the news surprises Concern.
Surprise. Masc. It is a very hurrying way of doing Concern. things, to be sure. But who can make people ljve, you know, if they will die ?
Áns. But how does your young master take it? Querion.
Masc. Take it ! why worse than he would a Whimsical. kicking. Hewelters on the ground like a wound Grief. ed adder, and says he will absolutely go into the same grave with his dear papa. If it were not that they who take on so violently, do not, for the most part, hold it long, I should expect him to go quite compompous about it.-But-ayou must know, Sir, that we are all in a pucker at Apology
our house. The old gentleman must be buried, you know, and that requires some of the ready. And my young master, if he were in his best wits, knows no more than a broomstick, where to find a penny of money. - For you know, the old one, rest his soul, kept all that same as snug as if
he had thought the daylight would melt it. Now, Asking a Sir, you would do us a great kindness if you will
be so good as to help us with a score or two of
pieces, till we can turn ourselves round a little. Anxiety. Ans. Hum-[Aside.] He will have a good
estate. And will not grudge to pay handsome Resolution. interest. [To Masc.] I will come to him im
mediately, and bring the money with me; and try to comfort him a little. [He
Gives the money. Is deceived by an artificial corps
laid out on the bed. Returns full of anxiety.] Anxiety.
Lawkaday! what a sad thing this is. He was
but sixty-eight, or sixty-nine ; about the same age Alarm.
with myself. It frightens me to think of it. Suppose I should die suddenly too. I believe I had better think of repenting, and making my peace.
It is true, he was a little asthmatic, and, thank Courage. God, no body has better lungshem_heinhem Hastę. than myself. Well, but I must go, and
send neighbour Cloak’um, the undertaker, as I promised. [Going, he meets the supposed dead man, who had been stopped on his way to his country-house, by persons, who informed him of the falsehood of the reports which had occasi
oned his setting out.] Ah ! mercy on my soul! Terror. What is that? My old friend's ghost! They
say, none but wicked folks walk. I wish I were at the bottom of a coal-pit! Law! How pale, and how long his face is grown since his death.
He never was handsome. And death has improv· Intreating. ed him very much the wrong way.-Pray, do not
come near ine. I wished you very well when
you was alive. But I could never abide a dead Trembling. man cheek by jowl with me. Rest your soul
Rest your soul, I pray! Vanish, vanish, in the Trembling. name of
Pandolph. What the plague is the matter, old friend! Are you gone out of your wits. I came to ask your advice; but
Ans. Tell me, then, pray, without coming a Intreating. step nearer, what you would have me do for the repose of your soul. Ah, eh, eh, eh, mercy on us! Trembling. no nearer pray! If it be only to take your leave of me, that you are come back, I could have excused you the ceremony with all iny heart. [Pandolph comes nearer, to convince Anselm, that he is not dead. He draws back, as the other advances.] Or if youmercy on us--no near Intreating. er, prayor if you have wronged any body, as you always loved money a little, I give the word of a frightened christian, I will pray as long as you please, for the deliverance and repose of your departed soul. My good, worthy, Persuading. noble friend, do, pray disappear, as ever you would wish your old friend Anselm, to come to his senses again.
Pand. [laughing.) If I were not most confoundedly out of humour, I could be diverted to a pitch. But prithee now, old friend, what is in Remonftra. the wind, tbat you will have me to be dead? This is some contrivance of that rogue Masca- Suspicion. rille, I guess by what I have just found out of his tricks. Ans. Ah, you are dead, too sure.
Fear. I see your corpse laid out upon your own bed, and
Pand. What the deuce! I am dead, and Remonstra. know nothing of it! But, don't you see that I am not dead
Ans. You are clothed with a body of air, Fear. which resembles your own person, when you was alivemonly you'll excuse mecca good deal plainer. But, práy, now, don't assume a figure Intreaty. inore frightful. I am within a hair's breadth of