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Lord. The queen desires you, to use some gentle Ham. This likes me well : these foils have all a entertainment to Laertes, before you fall to play. length ?

[They prepare to play. Ham. She well instructs me.

(Exii Lord. Osr. Ay, my good lord ! Hor. You will lose this wager, my lord !

King. Set me the stoups of wine upon that table ! Ham. I do not think so; since he went into France, If Hamlet give the first or second hit, I have been in continual practice; I shall win at Or quit in answer of the third exchange, the odds. But thou would'st not think, how ill all's Let all the battlement their ordnance fire; here about my heart: but it is no matter.

The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath; Hor. Nay, good my lord,

And in the cup an union shall he throw, Ham. !t is but foolery; but it is such a kind of Richer than that which four successive kings gain-giving, as would, perhaps, trouble a woman. In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups! Hor. If your mind dislike any thing, obey it! I And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, will forestal their repair hither, and say, you are the trumpet to the cannoneer without, not fit.

The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth, Ham. Not a whit, we defy augury; there is a spe- Now the king drinks to Hamlet. — Come, begin! cial providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be And you, the judges, bear a wary eye! now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will Hum. Come on, sir ! be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the Laer. Come, my lord !

[They play readiness is all: since no man, of aught he leaves, Ham. One. kuows, what i'st to leave betimes? Let Le!

Laer. No.
Enter King, Queen, Laertes, Lords, Osnic, and Ham. Judgment.
Attendants, with foils, etc.

Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit.

Laer. Well, – again!
King. Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand
from me!

King. Stay, give me drink ! Hamlet, this pearl is

thine;
[The King puts the hand of Laertes in-Here's to thy health. - Give him the cup !
to that of Hamlet.

[Trumpets sound; and cannon shot off within. Ham. Give me your pardou, sir! I have done you

Ham. I'll play this bout first, set it by awhile. wrong i

Come, another hit! What say you ? (They play. But pardon it, as you are a gentleman!

Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess. This presence knows, and you must needs have heard,

King. Our son shall win. How I am punish'd with a sore distraction.

Queen. He's fat, and scant of breath. What I have done,

Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows! That might your nature, honour, and exception,

The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet!
Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. Ham. Good madam,
Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never, Hamlet!

King. Gertrude, do not drink!
If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away,

Qucen. I will, my lord ; – I pray you, pardon me! And, when he's not himself, does wrong Laertes, King. It is the poison'd cup; it is too late. Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.

[Aside. Who does it then? His madness: if't be so, Ham. I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by. Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd;

Queen. Come, let me wipe thy face! His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.

Laer. My lord, l’ll hit him now. Sir, in this audience,

King. I do not think it. Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil

Laer. And yet it is almost against my conscience. Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,

[ Aside. That I have shot my arrow o'er the house,

Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes! You do but And hurt my brother.

dally; Laer. I am satisfied in nature,

I

pray you, pass with your best violence; Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most

I am afeard, you make a wanton of me. To my revenge: but, in my terms of honour, Laer. Say you so? come on!

[They play. I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement,

Osr. Nothing neither way.
Till by some elder masters of known honour, Laer. Have at you now.
I have a voice and precedent of peace,

(Laertes wounds Hamlet ; then, in scuffling, To keep my name ungor'd: but till that time,

they change rapiers, and Hamlet wounds I do receive your offer'd love like love,

Laertes. And will not wrong it.

King. Part them, they are incens'd! Ham. I embrace it freely;

Hain. Nay, come again! [The Queen falls. And will this brother's wager frankly play. — Osr. Look to the queen there, ho! Give us the foils; come on!

Hor. They bleed on both sides. Laer. Come, one for me.

lord ? Ham. I'll be your foil, Laertes! in mine ignorance Osr. flow is't, Laertes ? Your skill shall, like a star i'the darkest night, Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Stick fiery off indeed.

Osric;
Laer. You mock me, sir !

I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
Ham. No, by this hand!

Hum. How does the queen ?
King. Give them the foils, young Osric! - Cousin King. She swoons to see them bleed.
Hamlet,

Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink, - O my dear You know the wager?

Hamlet! Ham. Very well, my lord!

The drink, the drink!-I am poison'd! (Dies. Your grace hath laid the odds o'the weaker side. Ham. O villainy!-- Ho! let the door be lock'd : King. I do not fear it: I have seen you both:- Treachery! seek it out!

(Laertes falls. But since he's better'd, we have therefore odds. Laer. It is here, Hamlet! Hamlet, thou art slain ! Laer. This is too heavy, let me see another ! No medicine in the world can do thee good,

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: In thee there is not half an hour's life;

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Why does the drum come hither? (March within.
Unbated, and envenom’d: the foul practice
Hath turn'd itself on me; lo, here I lie,

Enter FortinBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and
Never to rise again. Thy mother's poison'd;

Others, I can no more; the king, the king's to blame! Fort. Where is this sight? Ham. The point

llor. What is it, you would see? Envenom’d too!- Then, venom, to thy work! If aught of woe, or wonder, cease your search!

(Stabs the King. Fort. This quarry cries on havock! – O proud Osr. et Lords. Treason! treason!

death!
King. O, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt. Wliat least is toward in thine eternal cell,
Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned 'That thou so many princes, at a shot,
Dane,

So bloodily hast struck?
Drink off this potion! - Is the union here? 1 Amb. The sight is dismal;
Follow my mother!

(King dies. And our affairs from England come too late: Laer. He is justly serv'd;

The ears are senseless, that should give us hearing,
It is a poison temper'd by himself.

To tell him, his commandment is fulhilld,
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble IIamlet ! That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead:
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee! Where should we lave our thanks?
Nor thine on me!

[Dies. llor. Not from his mouth,
Ilam. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee! Had it the ability of life to thank you;
I am dead, Horatio ! - Wretched queen, adieu ! - He never gave commandment for their death.
You that look pale and tremble at this chance, But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
That are but mutes or audience to this act, You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
Had I but time, (as this fell sergeant, death, Are here arriv'd; give order, that these bodies
Is strict in his arrest,) O, I could tell you, - High on a stage be placed to the view;
But let it be :~Horatio, I am dead;

And let me speak, to the yet unknowing world, Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright How these things come about: so shall you

hear To the unsatisfied.

Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts; Hor. Never believe it!

of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; I am more an antique Roman, than a Dane,

Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause; Here's yet some liquor left.

And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Ham. As thou’rt a man, —

Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I
Give me the cup! let go! by heaven I'll have it! Truly deliver.
O God! - Horatio, what a wounded name,

Fort. Let us haste to lear it,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind And call the poblest to the audience.

For me, with sorrow | embrace my fortune; If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,

I have some rights of memory in this kingdom, Absent thee from felicity awhile,

Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me. And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak, To tell my story,

And from his month whose voice will drar og more [ March afar off, and shot within. But let this same be presently perform’d, What warlike noise is this?

Even while men's minds are wild; lest more misOsr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from chance, Poland,

On plots, and errors, happen. To the ambassadors of England gives

Fort. Let fonr captains This warlike volley.

Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage! Ham, 0, 5 die, Horatio !

For he was likely, had he been put on, The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit; To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage, I cannot live to hear the news from England; The soldiers' music, and the rites of war, But I do prophecy the election lights

Speak loudly for him.-On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice;

Take up the bodies ! - Such a sight as this So tell him, with the occurrents, more or less, Becomes the field, but here show's much amiss. Which have solicited. - The rest is silence. [Dies. Go, bid the soldiers shoot! Hor. Now cracks a noble heart; good night (Exeunt, bearing of the dead bodies: after sweet prince!

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persons of the Drama. Duke of Venice.

Clown, servant to Othello.
BRABANTIO, a senator.

Ilerald.
Two other Senators.
Gratiano, brother to Brabantio.

Desdemona, daughter to Brabantio, and wife to Lodovico, kinsman to Brabantio.

Othello. Othello, the Moor.

Emilia, wife to Iago.
Cassio, his lieutenunt.

Bianca, a courtezan, mistress to Cassio.
Iago, his ancient.
Roderigo, a Venetian gentleman.

Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, SaiMontano, Othello's predecessor in the government

lors , Attendunts, etc. of Cyprus. SCENE, -for the first Act, in Venice: during the rest of the Play, at a Sea-port in Cyprus.

А ст І.

Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,

That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, SCENE I. – Venice. A street.

Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, Enter RODERIGO und laco.

For nought but provender; and, when he's old, cashRod. Tush, never tell me, I take it much unkindly,

ier'd ; That thou, Jago, — who hast had my purse,

Whip me such honest knaves. Other's there are As if the strings were thine-should'sė know of this. Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty, Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me; — Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves; If ever I did dream of such a matter,

And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, Abhor me.

Do well thrive by them, and, when they lave liu'd Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy

their coats, hate.

Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul; Iago. Despise me, if I do not! Three' great ones And such a one do I profess myself. of the city,

For, sir,
In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, It is as sure, as you are Roderigo,
Oft capp'd to him; — and, by the faith of man, Were I the Moor, I would not be lago:
I know my price, I am worth no worse a place : In following him I follow but myselt';
But he, as loving his own pride and purposes, Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
Evades them, with a bombast circumstance, But seeming so, for my peculiar end :
Horribly stuffed with epithets of war;

For when my outward action doth demonstrate And, in conclusion, nonsuits

The native act and ligure of my heart My mediators; for, certes, says he,

In compliment extern, 'tis not long after I have already chose my officer.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve, And what was he?

For daws to peck at: I am not what I am. Forsooth, a great arithmetician,

Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe, One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,

If he can carry't thus! . A fellow almost damò'd in a fair wife;

lago. Call up her father, That never set a squadron in the field,

Piouse him: make after him, poison his delight, Nor the division of a battle knows

Proclaim him in the streets ; incense her kinsmen, More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, Wherein the toged consuls can propose

Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practice, Yet throw such changes ot'vexation ou't, Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election : As it may lose some colour. And I,- of whom his eyes had seen the proof, Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. At Rhodes, at Cyprus', and on other grounds, Iago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire yell, Christian and heathen,-must be be-lee'd and calm's As when, by night and negligence, the fire By debitor and creditor, this counter-caster; Is spied in populous cities. He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,

Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho ! And I, (God bless the mark!)his Moor-ship’s ancient. Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabautio ! thieves ! thieRod. By heaven, I rather would have been his ves! thieves ! hangman.

Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service; Thieves: thieves ! Preferment goes by letter, and aflection,

Brabantio, above, at a window. Not by the old gradation, where each second Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons ? Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself, What is the matter there? Whether I in any just term am affin'd

Rod. Signior, is all your family within ? To love the Moor.

Iago. Are your doors lock'd ? Rod. I would not follow him them.

Bra. Why? wherefore ask you this? lago. 0, sir, content you!

Iago. 'Zounds, you are robb’d; for shame, pat I follow him to serve my turn upon him:

on your gown; We cannot all be masters, nor all masters

Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark Even now, very now, ao old black ram

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Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise!

Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell, Yet, for necessity of present life,
Or else the devil will make a grandsire of yon : I must show out a flag and sign of love,
Arise, I say!

Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely Bra. What, have you lost

your
wits?

find him,
Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice? Lead to the Sagittary the rais’d search;
Bra. Not I; what are you?

And there will I be with him. So, farewell! (Erit. Rod. My name is — Roderigo.

Enter below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with corches. Bra. The worse welcome:

Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is; I have charg'd thee not to haunt about my doors: And what's to come of my despised time, In honest plainness thou hast heard me say, Is nought but bitterness.- Now, Roderigo, My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, Where didst thou see her?-0, unhappy girl! Being full of supper, and distempering draughts, With the Moor, say'st thou? — Who would be s Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come

father! To start my quiet.

How didst thou know 'twas she? - 0, thon de Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir,

ceiv'st me Bra. But thou must needs be sore,

Past thought! What said she to you? – Get My spirit, and my place, have in them power

more tapers ; To make this bitter to thee.

Raise all my kindred.- Are they married, think you? Rod. Patience, good sir !

Rod. Truly, I think, they are. Bra. What tell'st thou me ofrobbing? this is Venice; Bra. O heaven! -- How got she out? - O treason My house is not a grange.

of the blood !Rod. Most grave Brabantio,

Fathers, from hence trust not your danghter's minds In simple and pure soul I come to yon.

By what you see them act. åre there not charming Ingo. 'Zouods, sir, you are one of those, that will By which the property of youth and maidhood not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we may be abus’a? Have you not read, Roderigo, come to do you service, you think we are ruffians: of some such thing? you'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary Rod. Yes, sir, I have indeed. horse ; you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll Bra. Callup my brother!-0, that yon had her:have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans. Some one way, some another

. - Do you know Bra. What profaue wretch art thou ? Iago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you, your Rod. I think, I can discover him; if you please

Where we may apprehend her and the Moor? danghter and the Moor are now making the beast To get good guard, and go along with me. with two backs. Bra. Thou art a villain.

Bra. Pray yon, lead on! At every house I'!? call; Iago. You are—a senator.

may command at most. - Get

ho!

weapons, Bra. This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Roderigo ! And raise some special officers of night. Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech you, On, good Roderigo; — I'Il deserve your pains. If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent (As partly, I find, it is,) that your fair daughter, SCENE I. - The same. Another street. As this odd-even and dull watch o'the night, Transported — with no worse nor better guard,

Enter Othello, lago, and Attendants. But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,

Jago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men,

Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,-

To do no contriy'd murder; I Jack iniquity
If this be known to you, and your allowance,
We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs ;

Sometimes, to do me service. Nine or ten times
But, if you know not this, my manners tell me,

I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.

Oth. 'Tis better as it is.
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe,
That, from the sense of all civility,

Iago. Nay, but he prated,
I thus would play and trifle with your reverence: And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
Your daughter, – if you have not giveu her leave, Against your honour,
I say again, hath made a gross revolt;

That, with the little godliness I have,
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,

I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir, In an extravagant and wheeling stranger,

Are

you fast married ? for, be sure of this, - * Of here and every where. Straight satisfy yourself: That the magnifico is much beloved ; If she be in her chamber, or your house,

And hath, in his effect, a voice potential Let loose on me the justice of the state

As double as the duke's; he will divorce yon; For thus deluding you.

Or put upon you what restraint and grievapet
Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho!

The law (with all his might, to enforce it on,
Give me a taper! - call up all my people ! - Will give him cable.
This accident is not unlike my dream,

Oth. Let him do his spite:
Belief of it oppresses me already:

My services, which I have done the signiory, Light, I say! liglit!

(Exit from above. Shall out-tongue his complaints. "Tis yet to know, Iago. Farewel! for I must leave you:

(Which, when I know that boasting is an honour, It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, I shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shall.)

From men of royal siege; and

my Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state,

May speak, unbooneted, to as proud a fortune,
However this may gall him with some check, As this that I have reach'd: for know, lago,
Cannot with safety cast him ; for he's embark'd But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars, I would not my unhoused free condition,
(Which even now stand in act.) that, for their souls, Put into circamscription and cooline
Another of his fathom they have not,

l'or the sea's worth. But, look! what lights To lead their business: in which regard,

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Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers Oth. Hold your hands, with torches.

Both you of my inclining, and the rest : Iago. These are the raised father, and his friends: Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it You were best

Without a prompter. - Where will you, that I go Oth. Not I: I must be found;

To answer this your charge ? My parts, my title, and my perfect soul,

Bra. To prison ! till fit time Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?

Of law, and course of direct session, kugo. By Janus, I think no.

Call thee to answer.
Oih. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant. Oth. What if I do obey ?
The goodness the night upon you, friends! How may the duke be therewith satisfied,
What is the news?

Whose messengers are here about my side,
Cas. The duke does greet you, general!

Upon some present business of the state,
And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, To bring me to him?
Even on the instant.

off. 'Tis true, most worthy signior, Oth. What is the matter, think you?

The duke's in council; and your noble self,
Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine; I am sure, is sent for.
It is a business of some heat: the gallies

Bra. How! the duke in council !
Have sent a dozen sequent messengers

In this time of the night! - Bring him away! This very night at one another's heels;

Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself, And many of the consuls, rais'd, and met,

Or any of my brothers of the state, Are at the duke's already: you have been hotly cald Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own : for:

For if such actions may have passage free, When, being not at your lodging to be found, Bond-slaves, and pagans, shall our statesmen be. The senate hath sent about three several quests,

[Lxeunt. To search you out.

SCENE III. — The same. Oth. 'Tis well I am found by you.

A council-chamber. I will but spend a word here in the house,

The Duke and Senators, sitting at a table; OffiAnd

go
with
you.

(Exit.

cers attending Cas. Ancient, what makes he here?

Duke. There is no composition in these news, Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land That gives them credit. carack;

1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever. My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies. Cas. I do not understand.

Duke. And mine, a hudred and forty. Iago. He's married.

2 Sen. And mine, two hundred : Cas. To who?

But though they jump not on a just account,
Re-enter OTHELLO.

(As in these cases, where the aim reports, lago. Marry, to - Come, captain, will you go? 'Tis oft with difference,) yet do they all confirm Oiko Have with you.

A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus. Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment; Enter Brabantio, Rodenico, and Officers of night, do not so secure me in the error, with torches and weapons.

But the main article I do approve

In fearful sense.
Iago. It is Brabantio:- general, be advised :
He comes to bad intent.

Sailor. (Within.] What ho! what ho! what ho ! Oth. Holla! stand there!

Enter an Officer, with a Sailor. Rod. Signior, it is the Moor.

ofl. A messenger from the gallies. Bra. Down with him, thief!

Duke. Now? the business? [They draw on both sides. Sail. The Tarkish preparation makes for Rhodes; Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. So was I bid report here to the state, Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will By signior Angelo. rust them.

Duke. How say you by this change?
Good signior, yon shall more command with years, 1 Sen. This cannot be,
Than with your weapons.

By no assay of reason;

'tis a pageant, Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my To keep us in false gaze. When we consider daughter?

The importanoy of Cyprus to the Turk; Damn’d as thou art, thon hast enchanted her: And let ourselves again but understand, For I'll refer me to all things of sense,

That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes, If she in chains of magic were not bound,

So may he with more facile question bear it, Whether a maid - so tender, fair, and happy; For that it stands not in such warlike brace, So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd But altogether lacks th' abilities The wealthy curled darlings of our nation, That Rhodes is dress’d in:- if we make thouglit Would ever have, to incur a general mock,

of this, Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom We must not think, the Turk is so unskilful, Of such a thing as thou: to fear, not to delight. To leave that latest, which concerns him first; Judge me the world, if'tis not gross in sense, Neglecting an attempt of ease, and gain, That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms; To wake, and wage, a danger profitless. Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs or mineral, Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes. That waken’d motion :- I'll have it dispnted on; off. Here is more news. 'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.

Enter a Messenger. I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,

Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracions, For an abuser of the world, a practiser

Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes, Of arts inhibited and out of warrant:

Have there in jointed them with an after fleet. Lay hold upon him; if he do resist,

1 Sen: Ay, so I thought :- how many, as you guess ? Subdue bim at his peril.

Mess. of thirty sail: and now do they re-stem

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