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It needs must wither:- I'll smell it on the tree
[Kissing her. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice to break her sword !--One more, one more.Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee aster:-One more, and this the last: So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep, But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heavenly: It strikes, where it doth love.
HIS CONFUSION AFTER THE MURDER.
Yes;-'tis Emelia:-by and by. She's dead Tis like she comes to speak of Čassio's death: 'The noise was high,-Ha! no more moring? Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were't good? I think, she stirs again:- No.- What's the best? If she come ini, she'll sure speak to my wise: My wife! my wife! what wife?-I have no wife: 0, insupportable! O heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse of sun and moon; and that the affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration.
* A precious stone.
And he retires:—Where should Othello go?
HIS SPEECH BET ORE HIS DEATH.
Soft you; a word or two, before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know it, No more of that:- I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well; Of one, not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand, Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away, Richer than all his tribe; ci one, whose subdu'd eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum: Set you down this: And say, besides, that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turband Turk Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him-thus.
ROMEO AND JULIET.
LOVE is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
0, 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 drearn 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, or 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, * Atoms.
f A place in court.