Wear your eye thus; not jealous, nor fecure! In Venice they do let Heav'n fee the pranks Oтн. Doft thou fay fo? IAGO. She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when the feem'd to shake, and fear your looks, She lov'd them most. She that, fo young, could give out fuch a feeming He thought 'twas witchcraft- But I'm much to blame : For too much loving you. Отн. I am bound to you for ever. IAGO. I fee this hath a little dash'd your fpirits. OTH. Not a jot; not a jot. IAGO. Trust me, I fear it has: I hope you will confider what is fpoke Comes from my love. But I do fee you're mov'd- To groffer iffues, nor to larger reach, Than to fufpicion. OTH. I will not. IAGO. Should you do fo, my Lord, My fpeech would fall into fuch vile fuccefs, Which my thoughts aim not at. Caffio's my worthy friend. My Lord, I fee you're mov'd Oтн. No, not much mov'd I do not think but Dedemona's honeft. IAGO. Long live the fo! and long live you to think fo! Отн. And yet, how Nature's erring from itself IAGO. Ay, there's the point!-as (to be bold with you) Not to affect many propofed matches Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, Diftinctly speak of her; though I may fear Oтн. Farewell, farewell; If more thou doft perceive, let me know more: This honeft creature, doubtless, Sees, and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. leave. Honour. SHAKSPEARE CHAP. XXVIII. HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS MOTHER'S MARRIAGE. OH that this too, too folid flesh would melt, Thaw and refolve itself into a dew! Fie on't! oh fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to feed; things rank, and grofs in nature, Hyperion to a fatyr: fo loving to my mother, By what it fed on; yet, within a month, Let me not think -Frailty, thy name is Woman! A little month! or ere thofe fhoes were old, Ere yet the falt of moft unrighteous tears But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. SHAKSPEARE. CHAP. XXIX. HAMLET AND GHOST. HAM. ANGELS and minifters of grace defend us! Thou com'ft in fuch a queftionable shape, That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our fouls? HAM. I will. GHOST. My hour is almoft come, When I to fulph'rous and tormenting flames Moft render up myself. HAM. Alas! poor ghost! GHOST. Fity me not, but lend thy ferious hearing To what I fhall unfold. HAM. Speak, I am bound to hear. GHOST. So art thou to revenge when thou shalt hear! HAM. What? GHOST. I am thy father's fpirit, Doom'd Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature I could a tale unfold, whofe lightest word Would harrow up thy foul, freeze thy young blood, To ears of flesh and blood; lift, lift, oh lift! HAM. O Heav'n! GHOST. Revenge his foul and moft unnat'ral murder! HAM. Murder?. GHOST. Murder most foul, as in the beft it is; But this moft foul, strange, and unnatural. HAM. Hafte me to know it, that I, with wings as swift. As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May fly to my revenge! GHOST. I find thee apt; And duller should't thou be, than the fat weed That roots itself in ease on Lethe's wharf, Would't thou not ftir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear; 'Tis giv'n out, that, fleeping in my orchard, Rankly abus'd but know, thou noble youth, : The ferpent that did fting thy father's life Now wears his crown. HAM GHOST. O my prophetic foul! my uncle? (O wicked |