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I cry you mercy, then. I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, That married with Othello.
DESDEMONA'S FIDELITY. 0, good Iago, What shall I do to win my lord again? 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 To beggarly divorcement,-love him dearly, Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
asleep. A lighl burning.
[Takes off his sword
thy rose, I cannot give it vital growth again,
* i. e. The light of life.
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 after:-One more, and this the last: So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep, i But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heavenly: It strikes, where it doth love.
HIS CONFUSION AFTER THE MURDER.
A precious stone.
HIS SPEECH BEFORE HIS DEATH.
And he retires:—Where should Othello go?-
Soft you; a word or two, before you go. /
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 bazel-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:t 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.
† A place in court.
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab,
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ' Thou talk'st of nothing. Jler.
True, I talk of dreams;
DESCRIPTION OF A BEASTY.
[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.