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Oth. Not a jot, not a jot. Iago. Trust me, I fear it has s I hope you will consider what is spoke Comes from my love. But I, do see you're mov'd— I am to pray you , not to strain my speech To grosser issues, not to larger reach , Than to suspicion. Oth. I will not.
Iago. Should yovi 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—
Iago. Long live she so land long live you to
think so! Oth. And yet, hownatiire'serringfromitself— 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, Whereto we see in all things Nature tends: Poh ! one may smell , in such, a will most rank y Foul disproportions, thoughts unnatural.. But , pardon me , I do not in position Distinctly speak of her \ though I may fear y Her will, recoiling to her better judgment, May fall to match you with her country forms , And , haply t so repent.
Oth. Farewel, farewel 'r If more thou dost perceive, let me know more i 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 ,
Altho''tis (it that Cassio have his place,
Oth. Fear not my government.
Iago. I once more take my leave.
Hamlet's Soliloquy on his Mother's marriage.
"h that this too too solid flesh -would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew; Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! How weary , stale , flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world 1 Fie on't ; oh fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden , That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature , Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead I nay, not so much 4 not
So excellent a king , that was , to this ,
With which she followedmy poor father's body ,
Like Niobe , all tears Why , she , even she—
(O Heav'n ! a beast that wants discourse of reason, Would havemourn'd longer—) married with mine
uncle , My father's brother; but no more like my father , Than I to Hercules. Within a month! Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes , She married—O most wicked speed to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not , nor it cannot come to good. But break , my heart , for I must hold my tongue.
.fffl/n.XJLNGELS and ministers of grace defend us! B« 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 , That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet, King , Father, Royal Dane : Oh ! answer me; Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell , Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in earth, Have burst their cearments? why the sepulchre, WTierein we saw thee quietly inurn'd, Hath op'd his pond'rous and marble jaws , To cast thee up again ? what may this mean? That thou , dead corse , again in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon , Making night hideous, and us fools of nature So horribly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?" Say .why is this ? wherefore? what should we do?
Ghost. Mark me.——
Man. I will.
Glost. My hour is almost come ,
Ham. Alas, poor ghost!
Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold.
Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear.
Ghost. So art thou to revenge , when thou shalt hear.
Ghost. I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And lor the day confin'd to last in fire: Till the foul crimes , done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house , I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy r«>ul , freeze thy young
blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their
spheres , Thy knotty and combined locks, to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine; But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, oh list! If thou didst ever thy dear father love—
Ham. O heav'n! .
Ghost. Revenge his foul, and most unnatural murther.
Ghost. Murther most foul, as in the best it is. But this most foul , strange , and unnatural.
Ham. Haste 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 shouid'st thou be, than the fat 'Weed That roots itself in ease on Lethe's wharf,
Would'st thou not stirin this. Now, Hamlet, hear;
Ham. Oh , my prophetic soul ! my uncle!
Ghost. Ay , that incestuous , that adulterate beast , With witchcraft of his wit , with trait'rous
gifts, (0 wicked wit, and gifts, that hav« the power So to seduce !) won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming virtuous Queen. Oh , Hamlet, what a falling off was there! But soft! methinks I scent the morning airBrief let me be : sleeping within mine orchard , My custom always in the afternoon , Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole With juice of cursed hebony in a phial , And in the porches of mine ear did pour The lep'rou9 distilraent.— Thus was I sleeping , by a brother's hand , Of life , of crown, of Queen , at once bereft; Cut off ev'n in the blossoms of my sin; No reck'ning made ! but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head!
Ham. Oh horrible ! oh horrible ! most horrible!
Ghost. If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not; But howsoever thou pursu'st this act, Taint not thy mind , nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught; leave her to heav'n And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once! The glow-worm shews the matin to be near , And 'gins to pale his ineffectual fire. Adieu , adieu , adieu ! Remember me.
Ham. Oh, all ye host of heav'n! oh earth! what else! And shall I couple hell? of fie ! hold, my heart I