And of the Cannibals that each other eat, This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline : But still the house-affairs would draw her thence: And often did beguile her of her tears, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : And I lov'd her that she did pity them.-Act 1, Sc. 3. Duke. When remedies are past, the griefs are ended. Act 1, Sc. 3. Duke. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone, Act 1, Sc. 3. Duke. The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief. Act 1, Sc. 3. Iago. Put money in thy purse.-Act 1, Sc. 3. Iago. She that was ever fair and never proud, To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail, She was a wight, if ever such wights were, Des. To do what? Iago. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer. Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion !-Act 2, Sc. I. Tago. Knavery's plain face is never seen till us'd. Act 2, Sc. I. Oth. Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop, Cassio. I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking; I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.-Act 2, Sc. 3. Iago. He is a soldier fit to stand by Cæsar, And give direction.-Act 2, Sc. 3. Iago. Potations pottle deep.-Act 2, Sc. 3. Oth. The gravity and stillness of your youth Oth. 'Tis the soldiers' life To have their balmy slumbers wak'd with strife. Act 2, Sc. 3. Cass. Oh God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts.-Act 2, Sc. 3. Cass. Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.-Act 2, Sc. 3. Cass. O thou invisible spirit of wine! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.—Act 2, Sc. 3. Iago. How poor are they that have not patience! Act 2, Sc. 3. Tago. Fruits that blossom first, will first be ripe. Act 2, Sc. 3. Iago. Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. Or, those that be not, would they might seem none ! Act 3, Sc. 3. Iago. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Iago. Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; Act 3, Sc. 3. Iago. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough; Iago. To him that ever fears he shall be poor.-Act 3, Sc. 3. Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.—Act 3, Sc. 3. Oth. He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Oth. Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! L And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats Act 3, Sc. 3. Emi. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so; But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster Oth. Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, Oth. They laugh that win.-Act 4, Sc. I. Oth. Had it pleas'd Heaven To try me with affliction; had they rain'd ; To point his slow and moving finger at.-Act 4, Sc. 2. * Sheridan, in his epilogue to the "School for Scandal," wrote the following amusing parody upon these beautiful lines: 66 'Farewell the tranquil mind, farewell content! Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious town, And Lady Teazle's occupation 's o'er!" |