IAGO. Trust me, I fear it has : I hope you will confider what is spoke Comes from my love. But I do fee you're mov'd- To groffer iffues, nor to larger reach, Than to fufpicion. Oгн. I will not. IAGO. Should you do fo, my lord, My fpeech would fall into such vile fuccefs, Which my thoughts aim not at. Caffio's my worthy friend, My Lord I fee you're mov'd. OTH. No, not much mov'd I do not think but Defdemona's honeft. IAGO. Long live the fo! and long live you to think fo! Oтн. And yet, how nature's erring from itself IAGO. Ay, there's the point! as (to be bold with you) Not to effect many propofed matches OTH. Farewel, farewel; If more thou doft perceive, let me know more : IAGO. My Lord, I take my leave. Oтн. Why did I marry! This honeft creature, doubtlefs, Sees, and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. IAGO. My Lord, I would I might intreat your Honour To scan this thing no further; leave it to time: Altho' 'tis fit that Caffio have his place, (For, fure he fills it up with great ability ;) Yet if you please to hold him off a while, You shall by that perceive him and his means; Note, if your lady strain his entertai..ment With any strong or vehement importunity : Much will be seen in that. In the mean time, Let me be thought too busy in my fears, (As worthy cause I have to fear I am) And hold her free, I do befeech your Honour. ОTH. Fear not my government. IAGO. I once more take my leave. SHAKSPEARE, CHAP. XXVIII. HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS MOTHER's OH that this too too folid flesh would melt, Thaw, and refolve itfelf into a dew! Fie on't; oh fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to feed; things rank, and gross in nature, But two months dead! nay, not fo much; not two :- Hyperion to a fatyr; fo loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heav'n Vifit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth! As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on: yet within a month,—————- ' Ere yet the falt of most unrighteous tears But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. (CHAP. XXIX. SHAKSPEARE. HAMLET AND GHOST. HAM. ANGELS and minifters of grace defend us? Be thou a fpirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Thou com'ft in fuch a questionable shape, That I will fpeak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet, Let Let me not burft in ignorance; but tell, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our fouls! HAM. I will. ~ GHOST. My hour is almost come, When I to fulphurous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. HAM. Alas, poor ghoft! GHOST. Pity me not, but lend thy ferious hearing To what I fhall unfold. HAM. Speak, I am bound to hear. GHOST. So thou art to revenge when thou fhalt hear HAM. What ? GHOST. I am thy father's fpirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day, confin'd to fast in fires : Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy foul, freeze thy young blood, Thy knotty and combined locks, to part, And each particular hair to stand on end But this eternal blazon muft not be To ears of flesh and blood. Lift, lift, oh lift! If thou did❜ft ever thy dear father love HAM. O heav'n ! GHOST. Revenge his foul, and most unnatural murther. HAM. Murther! GHOST. Murther most foul, as in the best it is; But this most 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 fhould'st thou be than the fat weed Would't thou not ftir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear : A ferpent ftung me. So the whole ear of Denmark Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble youth, HAM. Oh, my prophetic foul! my uncle! |