Oth. Not a jot, not a jot. I hope you will consider what is spoke Comes from my love. But I do see you're mov'd---- To grosser issues, not to larger reach, Oth. I will not. Iago. Should you do so, my Lord, My speech would fall into such vile success " Which my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy friend. My lord, I see you're mov'd Oth. No, not much mov'd I do not think but Desdemona's honest. Iago. Long live she so! and long live you to think so! Oth. And yet, how nature's erring from itself— Iago. Ay, there's the point!-as (to be bold with you) Not to affect many proposed matches Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear, Oth. Farewel, farewel; If more thou dost perceive, let me know more : Set on thy wife t'observe. Leave me, Iago. Iago. My lord, I take my leave. Oth. Why did I marry? This honest creature, doubtless Sees, and knows more, much more than he un folds. Iago. My lord, I would I might intreat your Honour To scan this thing no further leave it to time : Altho' 'tis fit that Cassio have his place, Iago. I once more take my leave. SHAKESPEARE. CHA P. XXVII I. Hamlet's Soliloquy on his Mother's marriage. On that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew; How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable ture, Possess it merely. That it should come to this! two: not So excellent a king, that was, to this, him As if increase of appetite had grown Let me not think-Frailty, thy name is Woman! With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears-Why, she, even she (O Heav'n! a beast that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer-) married with mine uncle, father My father's brother; but no more like my But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. SHAKESPEARE, CHA P. X X I X. Hamlet and Ghost. Ħam. ANGELS and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heav'n, or blasts from hell, Be thy intent wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Ham. I will.... Glost. My hour is almost come 9 When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames Ham. Alas, poor ghost! Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hear ing To what I shall 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 spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotty and combined locks, to part, To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, oh list! Ghost. Revenge his foul, and most unnatural murther. Ham. Murther! Ghost. Murther most foul, as in the best it is. As meditation, or the thoughts of love, Ghost. I find thee apt; And duller should'st thou be, than the fat weed That roots itself in ease on Lethe's wharf, Would'st thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear; Rankly abus'd but know, thou noble youth, Ham. Oh, my prophetic soul! my uncle! Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast With witchcraft of his wit with trait'rous gifts, power (O wicked wit, and gifts, that have the pour Thus was I sleeping, by a brother's hand, Ham. Oh horrible! oh horrible! most horrible! Ham. Oh, all ye host of heav'n! oh earth! what else! And shall I couple hell? of fie! hold, my heart! |