This doth not so, for she divideth us: Some the lark and loathed toad change eyes; say, O, now I would they had changed voices too! woes. OTHELLO. OTHELLO'S Address to the Senate. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, 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, I will a round, unvarnished 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. Send for the lady to the Sagittary, And let her speak of me before her father: If you do find me foul in her report, The trust, the office, I do hold of you, Not only take away, but let your sentence Even fall upon my life. Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither. Oth. Ancient, conduct them; you best know the place. And, till she come, as truly as to Heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I'll present Her father loved me; oft invited me; 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, And portance in my travel's history: Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, such was the process; These things to hear, Would Desdemona seriously incline; But still the house-affairs would draw her thence; She'd come again, and with a greedy ear And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke, She swore-In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wished, she had not heard it; yet she wished That Heaven had made her such a man: she thanked me; And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint, I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had passed; And I loved her, that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used; Here comes the lady, let her witness it. Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell, content! Farewell the plumèd troop, and the big wars Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! OTHELLO'S Soliloquy before killing DESDEMONA. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,- Should I repent me :-but once put out thine, That can thy light relume. When I have plucked thy rose, I cannot give it vital growth again; It needs must wither: I'll smell it on the tree. [Kisses her O, balmy breath, that dost almost persuade And love thee after:-One more, and this the last : So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep, HAMLET. HAMLET'S Soliloquy on his Mother's Marriage. O, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, By what it fed on: and yet within a month- O Heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, |