Hor. Now cracks a noble heart;-Good-night, | And let me speak, to the yet unknowing world, What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, 1 Amb. The sight is dismal; And our affairs from England come too late: The ears are senseless, that should give us hearing, To tell him, his commandment is fulfill'd, That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Where should we have our thanks? Hor. Not from his mouth, Had it the ability of life to thank you; He never gave commandment for their death. But since, so jump upon this bloody question, You from the Polack' wars, and you from England, Are here arriv'd; give order, that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view; How these things come about: So shall you hear Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mis- On plots and errors, happen. Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage; Take up the bodies:-Such a sight as this Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. Go, bid the soldiers shoot. [A Dead March. [Exeunt, bearing off the dead Bodies; after which, a Peal of Ordnance is shot off. SCENE, for the first Act, in Venice; during the rest of the Play, at a Sea-port in Cyprus. SCENE I-Venice. A Street. Enter RODERIGO and IAGO. ACT I. Christian and heathen,-must be be-lee'd and calm'd Rod. Tush, never tell me, I take it much un- And I, (God bless the mark!) his Moorship's an of the city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, My mediators; for certes,' says he, Forsooth, a great arithmetician, A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife; More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, As masterly as he mere prattle, without practice, cient. Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman. Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service; Preferment goes by letter, and affection, Rod. I follow him to serve my turn upon him: Whip me such honest knaves: Others there are, Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul; And such a one do I profess myself. It is as sure as you are Roderigo, It was anciently the practice to reckon up sums with counters. • Related. Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: 6 Iago. Call up her father, Rouse him make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs. Bra. Thou art a villain. Iago. You are a senator. Bra. This thou shalt answer: I know thee, Roderigo. Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech you, If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent, Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs; Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. Iago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire yell, As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities. Rod. What ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho! Iago. Awake! what ho! Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves! Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! Thieves! thieves! BRABANTIO, above, at a Window. Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons? What is the matter there? Rod. Signior, is all your family within? Bra. on your gown; Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; Bra. What, have you lost your wits? The worse welcome; Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir,Bra. But thou must needs be sure, Rod. My house is not a grange." germans. But, if you know not this, my manners tell me, I thus would play and trifle with your reverence: Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho! Give me a taper;-call up all my people :This accident is not unlike my dream, Belief of it oppresses me already :Light, I say! light! [Exit from above. Iago. Farewell; for I must leave you: It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, To be produced (as, if I stay, I shall) Against the Moor: For, I do know, the state,However this may gall him with some check,Cannot with safety cast him; for he's embark'd With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars, (Which even now stand in act,) that, for their souls, Another of his fathom they have not, To lead their business: in which regard, Though I do hate him as I do hell pains, Yet, for necessity of present life, I must show out a flag and sign of love, Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search; Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is; How didst thou know 'twas she? O, thou deceiv'st me Past thought!-What said she to you?-Get more tapers: Raise all my kindred.-Are they married, think you? Rod. Truly, I think, they are. Bra. O heaven!-how got she out?-O treason of the blood! Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds By what you see them act.-Are there not charms, By which the property of youth and maidhood May be abus'd? Have you not read, Roderigo, Bra. What profane wretch art thou? A lone farm-house. • Relations. • Midnight. Approbation. Wandering. Old age. Bra. Call up my brother.-O, that you had had her! Some one way, some another.-Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor? Rod. I think, I can discover him: if you please To get good guard, and go along with me. Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call ; I may command at most;-Get weapons, ho! And raise some special officers of night.— On, good Roderigo :-I'll deserve your pains. [Exeunt. SCENE II-Another Street. Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants. lago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience, I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs. Oth. "Tis better as it is. lago. Nay, but he prated, Bra. And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms That with the little godliness I have, I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir, Oth. For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yonder? Enter CASSIO, at a distance, and certain Officers with Torches. Jago. These are the raised father, and his friends: You were best go in. Oth. Not I: I must be found; My parts, my title, and my perfect soul, Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they? Iago. By Janus, I think no. lieutenant. Oth. The servants of the duke, and my The goodness of the night upon you, friends! What is the news? Cas. The duke does greet you, general; And he requires your haste-poste-haste appearance, Even on the instant. Oth. What is the matter, think you? Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine; It is a business of some heat: the gallies Have sent a dozen sequent messengers This very night at one another's heels; And many of the consuls, rais'd, and met, Are at the duke's already: You have been call'd for; ▲ Brabantio, magnifico is his title as a senator. Seat or throne. hotly • Demerits has the same meaning in Shakspeare as merits. Down with him, thief! [They draw on both sides. Iago. You, Roderigo! come sir, I am for you. Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them. Good signior, you shall more command with years, Than with your weapons. Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her: Lay hold upon him; if he do resist, Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own; [Exeunt. Enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Officers. Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you Against the general enemy Ottoman. The DUKE, and Senators, sitting at a Table; Offi- I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior; SCENE III-A Council Chamber. cers attending. Duke. There is no composition in these news, That gives them credit. 1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies. Duke. And mine a hundred and forty. 2 Sen. And mine, two hundred: But though they jump not on a just account, (As in these cases, where the aim' reports, "Tis oft with difference,) yet do they all confirm A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus. Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment; I do not so secure me in the error, [To BRABANTIO. We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night. Bra. So did I yours: Good your grace, pardon She is abus'd, stol'n from me, and corrupted Sailor. [Within.] What ho! what ho! what ho! By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks: Enter an Officer, with a Sailor. Off. A messenger from the gallies. Duke. Now the business? For nature so preposterously to err, Sailor. The Turkish preparation makes for Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herself, Duke. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul proceeding, Rhodes: By no assay of reason; 'tis a pageant, And you of her, the bloody book of law Bra. Hath hither brought. Duke & Sen. We are very sorry for it. Bra. Nothing but this is so. Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, That Rhodes is dress'd in:-if we make thought My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, I will a round unvarnished tale deliver Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration, and what mighty magic, (For such proceeding I am charged withal,) I won his daughter with. Bra. It is a judgment maim'd, and most imperfect, 1 Easy dispute. |