Oth. I cry you mercy, then. I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, That married with Othello. DESDEMONA'S FIDELITY. lord again? O, good Iago, What shall I do to win my Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed; Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, Delighted them in any other form; Or that I do not yet, and ever did, And ever will-Though he do shake me off ACT V. OTHELLO'S IRRESOLUTION TO MURDER DESDEMONA, SCENE. A Bedchamber; DESDEMONA in bed asleep. A light burning. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul.Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars' It is the cause.--Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of her's than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. [Takes off his sword Should I repent me:-but once put out thine, I cannot give it vital growth again, * i. e. The light of life. It needs must wither:-I'll smell it on the tree -- But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heavenly: 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 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 BEFORE 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 Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees [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: 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:† 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. 1 And sleeps again. This is that very Mab, This, this is she Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace Thou talk'st of nothing. ler. Which is as thin of substance as the air; DESCRIPTION OF A BEASTY. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright ACT II. THE GARDEN SCENE. Enter ROMEO. Rom. He jests at scars that never felt a wound.[JULIET appears above, at a window But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks' It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; * i. e. Fairy locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in the night. † An Ethiopian, a black. A votary to the moon, to Diana. |