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Who can controul his fate? 'tis not fo now.
Be not afraid, though you do fee me weapon'd;
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt,
And very fea-mark of my utmost fail.
Do you go back difmay'd? 'tis a loft fear:
Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
And he retires: Where fhould Othello go?
Now

how doft thou look now? Oh ill-ftarr'd
wench !

Pale as thy fmock! when we fhall meet at compt,
This look of thine will hurl my foul from heav'n,
And fiends will fnatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl?
E'en like thy chastity. O curfed flave!
Whip me, ye devils,

From the poffeffion of this heav'nly fight;

* Blow me about in winds, roaft me in fulphur,
Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire-
Oh Defdemona! Defdemona! dead, dead! oh, oh!

SCENE X. His laft Speech.

Soft you; a word or two before you go,

I have done the ftate fome fervice, and they know it;
No more of that. I pray you in your letters,
When you fhall thefe unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me, as I am nothing extenuate,

Nor fet down ought in malice. Then muft you speak
Of one that lov'd not wifely, but too well;
Of one, not eafily jealous, but being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extream; of one, whose hand,
Like the bafe (14) Judean, threw a pearl away
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*See Méafure for Measure, p. 52, 53, 54;.

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Richer than all his tribe; of one, whofe eyes,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,

Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum. Set you down this.
And fay befides, that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant, and a turban'd turk
Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,
I took by the throat the circumcifed dog,
And fmote him, thus.

[Stabs himself.

circumstances not unlike this of Othello and Defdemona, for both husbands lov'd violently, both were jealous, both were the occafion of their wives deaths; befides, the word Tribe, seems wholly to confirm this reading. and in fupport of it we may add, that in the year 1613, the lady Elizabeth Carew, publifh'd a tragedy call'd Mariam, the fair queen of Jewry." Mr. Upton prefers like the bafe Ægyptian; which Ægyptian he tells us, was Thyamis, mentioned in the romance of Theagenes and Chariclea, written by Heliodorus. The reader, if he thinks proper, may fee his arguments in fupport of this emendation in his Obfervations, p. 268.

The beauties of this play are fo peculiarly Shakespear's own, little can be produced from other writers to compare with them; there are many excellencies, which could not be introduced in this work, depending on circumftances, fo nicely adapted, no reader can relish them extracted from the tragedy, which is itfelf one compleat beauty.

The

The Life and Death of King

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RICHARD II.

ACTI. SCENE II.
REPUTATION.

HE pureft treasure mortal times afford,
Is fpotlefs reputation: that away,

Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.

SCENE III. COWARDICE.

That which in mean men we entitle patience, Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

SCENE VI. Banishment, Confolation under it.
(2) All places that the eye of heaven vifits,
Are to a wife man ports and happy havens.
Teach thy neceffity to reason thus:
There is no virtue like neceffity

And think not, that the king did banish thee
But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier fit
Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
Go fay, I fent thee forth to purchase honour,
And not, the king exil'd thee. Or fuppofe,
Devouring peftilence hangs in our air,
And thou art flying to a fresher clime.

(1) See Othello, p. 165.

(2) All, &c.] Similar to this is the beginning of the 5th act of Paftor Fido.

All places are our country, where we're well,
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Look,

Look, what thy foul holds dear, imagine it

To lye that way thou go'ft, not whence thou com'ft.
Suppofe the finging birds, muficians;

The grafs whereon thou tread'ft, the presence-floor ;
The flow'rs, fair ladies; and thy steps, no more
Than a delightful measure, or a dance.
For gnarling forrow hath lefs pow'r to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and fets it light.

Thoughts, ineffectual to moderate Afflictions.

Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand,
By thinking on the frofty Caucafus ?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
By bare imagination of a feaft?
Or wallow naked in December snow,
By thinking on fantaftick fummer's heat !
Oh, no, the apprehenfion of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse ;
Fell forrow's tooth doth never rankle more
Than when it bites, but lanceth not the fore.

SCENE VII. POPULARITY

Our felf, and Bushy Bagot, here, and Green,
Obferv'd his courtship to the common people;
How he did feem to dive into their hearts,
With humble and familiar courtesy,
What reverence he did throw away on flaves ;
Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of fmiles,
And patient under-bearing of his fortune:
As 'twere to banish their affects with him.
Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench:

A brace of dray-men bid, God fpeed him well!
And had the tribute of his fupple knee :
With,-Thanks my countrymen, my loving friends;

As

As were our England in reversion his,

And he our fubjects next degree in hope.

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This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majefty, this feat of Mars,
This other Eden, demy Paradife,

This fortrefs, built by nature for herself,
Against infection, and the hand of war ;
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious ftone fet in the filver fea,
Which ferves it in the office of a wall,
Or of a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of lefs happier lands;

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England, bound in with the triumphant fea,
Whose rocky shores beats back the envious fiege
Of watry Neptune, is bound in with fhame,
With inky blots, and rotten parchment-bonds.
'That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a fhameful conqueft of itself.

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Each fubftance of a grief hath twenty fhadows, Which shew like grief itself, but are not fo: For forrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire, to many objects; Like perspectives, which, rightly gaz'd upon, Shew nothing but confusion; ey'd awry, Diftinguish form. ---

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