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Amil. If he say, fo, may bis pernicious foul onz' i
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.oyni Than thou wast worthy her. It do blot TOY Jim
Oth. Peace, you were best. -vis juo yo 090
Enter Montano Gratiano, lago, and others. Mon. What is the matter? How now, General? Æmil. Oh, are you come, Iago ? you have done
That men must lay their murders on your neck:
Gro. What is the matter ?
9 Thou has not half that power ters, As I have to be hurt, to, to do me harm,
As I have to bear hurt : which As I have to be hurt :-) Power yet does not mend the matter, for will: For will fignifying had the poet here used power in both ability and inclination, and the sense of ability. power signifying ability, he uses
The Oxford editor saw well the power for inclination. But the meaning of his authour,'
, but Oxford Editor, not understand- weakened his expression. She ing his author's phraseology any
means to say, I have in this caufe better when he had ended than power to endure more than thou when he had begun with him, al- bajt power to inflict.
v a .
He says, thou toldft him that his wife was false :
lago. I told him what I thought; and told no more, Than what he found himself was apt and true.
Æmil. But did you ever tell him, she was false ? -
Æmil. You told a lye; an odious, damned, lye ;
All. Ob heavens forefend!
Æmil. Villainy! villainy! villainy !
home. Oth. Oh! Oh! Oh! Othello falls on the bed. 1: Æmil. Nay, Jay thee down and roar :
1 ---- Charm your tongue.] improbable, that Shakespeare I know not wliether I have read, wrote clam your tongue; to clam or whether my own, thoughts a bell is to cover the clapper have fuggelied, an alteration of with felt, which drowns the blow, this passage. It seems to me not and hinders the found.
For thou haft kill'd the sweetest Innocent,
[Rifing I scarce did know you, Uncle. There lies your Niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly ftoppid. I know, this act shews horrible and grim.
Gra. Poor Desdemona! I'm glad, thy father's dead; Thy match was morcal to him; and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain. Did he live now This fight would make him do a desperate turn; Yea, curse his better Angel from his fide, And fall to reprobation.
Oth. 'Tis pitiful ; but yet lago knows,
A thousand times committed. Caffio confeft it;
Æmil. Oh heaven! oh heavenly Powers!
Iago. Be wise, and get you home.
thou speak'st of,
* A sbousand times committed.--] comprised in the action of this This is another passage which play than the scenes include, keems to suppose a longer space
For often, with a solemn earnestnefs,
lago. Villainous whore !
Æmil. She gave it Cafio ? ---alas, I found it,
Jago. Filth, thou lieft.
wounds his wife ; then runs out.
Gra. The woman falls; sure, he has killed his wife.
Mon. 'Tis a notorious villain ; take this weapon,
Qib. I am not valiant neither;
3 Are there no ftones in heav'n, Are there no ftones in heav'n? BUT WHAT
SERVE FOR the FOR WHAT THEN SERVES the
Æmil. What did thy Song bode, lady? Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan, And die in musick. Willow, Willow, WillowMoor, she was chaste; she lov’d thee, cruel Moor; So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true; So speaking as I think, alas, I die. [Æmilia dies.
Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, It was a sword of Spain, 4 the ice-brook's temper ; Oh, here it is. Uncle I must come forth.
Gra. [within.] If thou attempt it, it will cost theo
Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must fuffer.
Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with me, Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
Gra. What is the matter?
Oth. Lo! I have a weapon : A better never did itself sustain Upon a soldier's thigh. I've seen the day, That with this little arm, and this good sword, I've made my way thro’ more impediments, Than twenty times your stop. But, oh vain boaft! What can controul his fate? 'tis not so now. Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd; Here is my journey's end, here is my Butt, The very fea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a loft fear : Man but a rush against Othello's breaft,
4 -the icebrook's temper ;] In world are the Catalonian fusees. the firit edition it is, Jebroke's
Pope. temper. Thence corrupted, to I believe the old reading Ice-brook's. — Ebro's temper ; the changed to ice-brcok is right. waters of that river of Spain, are Steel is hardened by being put particularly famous for tempering red hot into very
cold water. of steel. The finest arms in the