It needs must wither:-I'll smell it on the tree [Kissing her. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade HIS CONFUSION AFTER THE MURDER. Yes;-'tis Emelia:-by and by. She's dead 'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death: The noise was high,-Ha! no more moving? Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were't good? I think, she stirs again:-No.-What's the best? If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife: My wife! my wife! what wife?-I have no wife: O, insupportable! O heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon; and that the affrighted globe Had she been true, HIS LOVE. If heaven would make me such another world I'd not have sold her for it. HIS REMORSE. Behold! I have a weapon; A better never did itself sustain Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, * A precious stone. And he retires:-Where should Othello go?- O cursed, cursed slave!-Whip me, ye devils, HIS SPEECH BE ORE HIS DEATH. Soft you; a word or two, before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know it, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one, not easily jealous, but being wrought, Richer than all his tribe; cf one, whose subdu'd eyes, [Stabs himself. ROMEO AND JULIET. ACT I. LOVE. LOVE is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; * Account. Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. ON DREAMS. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies* Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep. Her wagon-spokes made of long spinner's legs; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; The traces of the smallest spider's web; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams: Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film: Her wagoner, a small gray-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love. On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight. O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies' lips. who straight on kisses dream; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit:f And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice: Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear; at which he starts and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, † A place in court. * Atoms. |