Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that Heaven knows what she has known. Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh! Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well,—- Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night-gown, look not so pale:-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even so ? Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand; what's done, cannot be undone to bed, to bed, to bed. REFLECTIONS ON LIFE. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, And then is heard no more; it is a tale DISEASES OF THE MIND INCURABLE Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; OTHELLO. OTHELLO'S DESCRIPTION TO THE SENATE OF HIS WINNING THE AFFECTIONS OF DESDEMONA. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approved good masters, That I have ta'en away this good man's daughter It is most true; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace; For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used Their dearest action* in the tented field; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself: yet, by your gracious patience, *Best exertion. I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love: what drugs, what charms, What conjuration, and what mighty magic, (For such proceeding I am charged withal) I won his daughter with. Her father loved me; oft invited me; From year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes, I ran it through, even from my boyish days, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach; And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, These things to hear, Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; Whereof by parcelst she had something heard, And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, *My behaviour. † Parts. Intention and attention were once synonymous. She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore,-in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it: yet she wish'd That Heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me; And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake; And I lov'd her that she did pity them. May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! As hell's from heaven! If I were now to die "Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear My soul hath her content so absolute, By Heaven, he echoes me, As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something: Iago. My lord, you know I love you. I think thou dost; And, for I know thou art full of love and honesty, And weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath, Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: For such things, in a false disloyal knave, Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just, |