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about your imperial Majesty, has indeed been purely domestic; I have neither headed your armies, nor assisted at your councils. But you know, Sir, (though there are some, who do not seem to attend to it) that a prince may be served in different ways, some more, others less conspicuous, and that the latter may be, to him, as valuable as the former.

"But what," say may enemies, "shall a private person, of equestrian rank, and a provincial by birth, be advanced to an equality with the patricians? Shall an upstart, of no name, nor family, rank with those, who can by the statues, which make the ornament of their palaces, reckon backward a line of ancestors, long enough to tire out the fasti? (1) Shall a philosopher, who has written for others precepts of moderation, and contempt of all that is external, himself live in affluence and luxury? Shall he purchase estates, and lay out money at interest? Shall he build palaces, plant gardens, and adorn a country-seat, at his own expense, and for his own pleasure?

Cæsar has given royally, as became imperial Gratitude. magnificence. Seneca has received what his prince Apology. bestowed; nor did he ever ask: he is only guilty of not refusing. Cæsar's rank places him above the reach of invidious malignity. Seneca is not, nor can be high enough to despise the envi- Complaint. ous. As the overloaded soldier, or traveller, would be glad to be relieved of his burden, so I, in this last stage of the journey of life, now that I find myself unequal to the lightest cares, beg that Cæsar would kindly ease me of the trouble of my Intreating. unwieldy wealth. I beseech him to restore to the imperial treasury, from whence it came, what is to me superfluous and cumbrous. The time and the attention, which I am now obliged to bestow upon my villa, and my gardens, I shall be glad


(1) The Fai, or Calendars, or if you pleafe, Almanacs of the ancients, had, as our Almanacs, tables of kings, confuls, &c.


to apply to the regulation of my mind.-Cæsar is Gratitude. in the flower of life. Long may he be equal to the toils of government! His goodness will grant Intreating. to his worn out servant, leave to retire. It will Apology. not be derogatory from Cæsar's greatness, to have it said, that he bestowed favours on some, who, so far from being intoxicated with them, shewed, that they could be happy when (at their own request) divested of them.




IAGO goes on to inflame OTHELLO's jealousy (see
page 205) against his innocent wife. OTHEL-
Lo is by him worked up to rage. [Shakespear's


Iago. [Alone] I Will in Cassio's lodging drop

this handkerchief,

That he may find it; then persuade the Moor,
His wife did give it-Trifles light as air,
Are to the jealous confirmation strong

Malicious. As proofs from holy writ. This will work mis



Dangerous conceits are in their nature poisons,
Which at the first are scarce found to distaste;
But with a little action on the blood,

Burn like the mines of sulphur. [Othello appears.]
'Tis as I said ;-

Look where he comes! Not all the drowsy po-

That e'er calm'd raging anguish to repose,
Shall medicine thee to that blessed sleep,
Which thou ow'd'st the past night.

Enter OTHELLO. Does not see Iago.

Oth. Ha! false to me!

Iago. How now, noble general? No more of


Oth. Avaunt! Be gone! Thou'st set me on

the rack.

Better, unknowing, to be much abus'd,
Than but to doubt the least.

Pretended furprife.

Iago. How my Lord?

Oth. What sense had I of her unfaithfulness? Regret for loft repose. I thought not of it; felt no injury; I slept untroubled; I wak'd free and cheerful. O now, farewel for ever blessed peace 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.


Iago. Is't possible, my Lord, you should be Pretended






Oth. Nay stay-thou should'st be honest. Iag. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool, That loses what it works for.

Oth. Villain! Be sure thou prove my love a
traitress, [Catching him by the throat.]

Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,
"Twere better for thee to have been born a dog.
Than answer my wak'd wrath.

Iago. Is it come to this! Good Heav'n defend Surprife and



Oth. In my anguish

I think my wife is honest, and think she is not.
I think that thou art just, and that thou art not.
I'll have some proof. * Her name, (1) that was
as fresh,

(1) "Her name," that is, her character, or reputation,


Are you a man? Have you a soul, or sense?
I've done. Take my officeWretched fool,
That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice !


* O monstrous world! What times are we fall'n *Astonishupon?


To 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



Reproof of



fenfe of In-



As Dian's (1) visage, is now begrim'd and black
As mine own face. If there be cords or knives,
Poison, or fire, or suffocating steams,



I'll not endure it. Would I were but satisfy'd. Iago. I see, Sir, you are eaten up with passion. I do repent me that I ever started it. Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal. Iag. I do not like the office: reluctance. But since I'm enter'd in this cause so far, Apology. Urg'd on by foolish honesty of friendship, I must go on, or bear the name of slanderer. Narration. I lay in the same room with Cassio lately, 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! Let us be wary; let us hide our loves. O cursed fate, that gave thee to the Moor." Oth. Ŏ monstrous! I will tear her limb from limb.







Iag. Nay; but be calm. This may be nothing 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? Oth. I gave her such a one. 'Twas my first






Boundless fury.


Iag. That I knew not. But such a handkerchief (I'm sure, it was the same) did I to-day See Cassio wipe his beard with.

Oth. O that the slave had twenty thousand lives!

One is too poor too weak for my revenge.
Iag. Yet be patient, Sir.

Oth. O blood, blood, blood!

Hot, reeking blood shall wash the pois'nous stain,

(1) Dian's vifage." Diana is represented in the heathen mythology, as a goddess of extraordinary purity.

Which fouls mine honour. From this hour, my

Shall ne'er look back, nor ebb to humble love,
'Till a capacious, and wide revenge,
Equal to their gross guilt, swallows them up,
Come, go with me apart. I will withdraw,
To furnish me with some swift means of death
For the fair sorceress, and her smooth adulterer.
From hence thou'rt my lieutenant.
Iag. As you will, Šir.




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 he 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



Mascarille. I don't wonder the news surprises Concern.


Ans. To die so very suddenly!


Masc. It is a very hurrying way of doing Concern. things, to be sure. But who can make people live, you know, if they will die?


Ans. But how does your young master take it? Question. Masc. Take it! why worse than he would a whimsical. kicking. He welters on the ground like a wounded 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-a-you must know, Sir, that we are all in a pucker at Apology

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