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All these to hear
O my soul's joy! If after every tempeft comes such calms, May the winds blow, till they have weaken'd death: (6) And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas
Olympus (6) And, &c.] This is plainly taken from that Pfalm, which the Reader will find quoted in n. 15.p. 112. vol. 2.the latter part of
Olympus high; and duck again as low
(7) Excellent wretch! perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee, and when I.lore thee not, Chaos is come again.
this passage is very like one in the Eunuch of Terence, where Cleria in a transport of delight, breaks out into the following exclamation ;
A. 3. Sc. 5.
G. E. (7) Wretch] This word is found in all the copies; but ne. vertheless Mr. Theobald, and the Oxford editor read wench, which tho' doubtless it was “not formerly used in the low and vulgar acceptation, it is at present,” yet I am persuaded Shakespear gave us wretch, and Mr. Upton's remark seems very jult and beautiful : speaking of Difdemora's name, which is detiv'd from Ausdarkwv, i. e. the unfórtur:atc ; he says, “ and I make no question, but Othello, in his rapturous admiration, with some allusion to her name exclaims, Excellent wretch," &c.
The ancient tragedians are full of these allusions ; fome inItances I have mention'd above ; this rapturous exclamation and allusion too has something ominous in it; and instances of these presaging and ominous expreffions our poet is full of.” See Criticai Obfervations, p. 303.
Othello's first Suspicion. Think, my lord! why, by heaven thou echo'it me As if there were some monster in thy thought Too hideous to be shewn. Thou dost mean something; I heard thee say but now, thou lik'ít not that. When Caffio left my wife. What didît not like? And when I told thee, he was of my counsel, Of my whole course of wooing; thou criedit, indeed? And didit contract and purse thy brow together ; As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain Some horrible conceit : if thou dost love me Shew me thy thought.
Iago. My lord, you know I love you.
Oth. I think thou dost : And for I know thou’rt full of love and honesty, And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'it them breath, Therefore, these stops of thine fright me the more : For such things in a false, difloyal knave, Are tricks of custom ; but in a man that's just, They're cold dilations working from the heart, That pafsion cannot rule.
Reputation. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls ; (8) Who steals my purse steals trash, 'tis something, nothing;
(8) Who, &c.] Mr. Theobald obseryes, Of riches, and other temporal poffeffions being uncertain, and often changing their masters, we meet with several passages in the classics, which might have given our author a hint for this sentiment. Nunc ager, &c.
Hor. Sat, 2. 1. 2.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
SCÈNE VI. Othello's Soliloquy after having been
work'd up to Jealousy by Iago.
that's not much
the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love, For others uses.
None hath the property : it comes and goes,
ΑγρΘ- Αχαιμενιδε, &c.
And now Menippus claims me for his own,
Nor this nor that man's; I belong to none,
But change as fortune pleases to command. (9) If, &c.] All the metaphor here is taken from falconry, and inost beautifully kept up.
Scene VII. Jealousy.
Trifles light as air, Are to the jealous, confirmations strong, As proofs of holy writ.
SCENE VIII. The Tortures of Jealousy.
lago. Look, where he comes! not poppy, nor man
Oth, Ha! false to me!
Otb. Avant, be gone, thou hast set me on the wreck;
lago. How, my lord ?
Oth. What sense had I of her stol'n hours of luft?
Ingo. I am sorry to hear this.
Oih. I had been happy, if the general camp,