Lord. The queen desires you, to use some gentle entertainment to Laertes, before you fall to play. Ham. She well instructs me. [Exit Lord. Hor. You will lose this wager, my lord! Ham. I do not think so; since he went into France, I have been in continual practice; I shall win at the odds. But thou would'st not think, how ill all's here about my heart: but it is no matter. Hor. Nay, good my lord, Ham. It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gain-giving, as would, perhaps, trouble a woman. Hor. If your mind dislike any thing, obey it! I will forestal their repair hither, and say, you are not fit. Ham. Not a whit, we defy augury; there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all: since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what i'st to leave betimes? Let be! Enter King, Queen, LAERTES, Lords, OSRIC, and Attendants, with foils, etc. King. Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me! [The King puts the hand of Laertes into that of Hamlet. Ham. Give me your pardon, sir! I have done you wrong; But pardon it, as you are a gentleman! That might your nature, honour, and exception, Sir, in this audience, Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil Free me so far in your most generous thoughts, Laer. I am satisfied in nature, Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement, Ham. I embrace it freely; And will this brother's wager frankly play.— Laer. Come, one for me. Ham. I'll be your foil, Laertes! in mine ignorance Your skill shall, like a star i'the darkest night, Stick fiery off indeed. Laer. You mock me, sir! Ham. No, by this hand! King. Give them the foils, young Osric!- Cousin Hamlet, lord! You know the wager? : Ham. This likes me well: length? Osr. Ay, my good lord! these foils have all a [They prepare to play. King. Set me the stoúps of wine upon that table!— If Hamlet give the first or second hit, Or quit in answer of the third exchange, Let all the battlement their ordnance fire; The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath; And in the cup an union shall he throw, Richer than that which four successive kings In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups! And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, The trumpet to the cannoneer without, The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth, Now the king drinks to Hamlet. — Come, begin!And you, the judges, bear a wary eye! Ham. Come on, sir! Laer. Come, my lord! Ham. One. I Laer. No. - [They play. Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit. thine; Here's to thy health. Give him the cup! Ham. I'll play this bout first, set it by awhile. [Trumpets sound; and cannon shot off within. Come, another hit! What say you? [They play. Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess. King. Our son shall win. Queen. He's fat, and scant of breath. Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows! The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet! Ham. Good madam, King. Gertrude, do not drink! [Aside. Ham. I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by. Laer. And yet it is almost against my conscience. [Aside. Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes! You do but dally; pray you, pass with your best violence; I am afeard, you make a wanton of me. Osr. Nothing neither way. Laer. Have at you now. [They play. [Laertes wounds Hamlet; then, in scuffling, King. Part them, they are incens'd! [The Queen falls. Osr. Look to the queen there, ho! lord? Osr. How is't, Laertes? Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. King. She swoons to see them bleed. The drink, the drink!—I am poison'd! [Dies. In thee there is not half an hour's life; Envenom'd too!-Then, venom, to thy work! And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and Fort. Where is this sight? Hor. What is it, you would see? If aught of woe, or wonder, cease your search! What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, 1 Amb. The sight is dismal; [King dies. And our affairs from England come too late: It is a poison temper'd by himself. [Dies. Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee! I am dead, Horatio! Wretched queen, adieu ! – You that look pale and tremble at this chance, That are but mutes or audience to this act, Had I but time, (as this fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his arrest,) O, I could tell you,But let it be - Horatio, I am dead; Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright To the unsatisfied. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, [March afar off, and shot within. What warlike noise is this? Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from To the ambassadors of England gives Ham. O, I die, Horatio! The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit; I cannot live to hear the news from England; But I do prophecy the election lights On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice; So tell him, with the occurrents, more or less, Which have solicited.-The rest is silence. [Dies. Hor. Now cracks a noble heart; sweet prince! good night Hor. Not from his mouth, Fort. Let us haste to hear it, I night|| with sorrow I embrace my fortune; have some rights of memory in this kingdom, Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me. Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak, And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more But let this same be presently perform'd, Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance, On plots, and errors, happen. Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage! To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage, Take up the bodies! - Such a sight as this Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. Go, bid the soldiers shoot! [A dead march [Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies: after which, a peal of ordnance is shot off. RODERIGO, a Venetian gentleman. MONTANO, Othello's predecessor in the government of Cyprus. Clown, servant to Othello. Herald. DESDEMONA, daughter to Brabantio, and wife to Othello. EMILIA, wife to Iago. BIANCA, a courtezan, mistress to Cassio. Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, Sailors, Attendants, etc. SCENE,-for the first Act, in Venice: during the rest of the Play, at a Sea-port in Cyprus. A C T I. SCENE I. - Venice. A street. Enter RODERICO and lAGO. Rod. Tush, never tell me, I take it much unkindly, That thou, Jago, who hast had my purse, As if the strings were thine-should'st know of this. Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me;If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me. Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy hate. Iago. Despise me, if I do not! Three great ones of the city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, My mediators; for, certes, says he, Forsooth, a great arithmetician, More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, As masterly as he mere prattle, without practice, Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service; Rod. I would not follow him them. lago. O, sir, content you! I follow him to serve my turn upon him: Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, Whip me such honest knaves. Other's there are Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul; It is as sure, as you are Roderigo, But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve, For daws to peck at: I am not what I am. Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe, If he can carry't thus!. Iago. Call up her father, Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight, Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho! Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! thieves ! thieves! thieves! Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! Thieves! thieves! BRABANTIO, above, at a window. Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons? What is the matter there? Rod. Signior, is all your family within? Bra. Why? wherefore ask you this? Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are robb'd; for shame, pat on your gown; Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; Even now, very now, an old black ram Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise! Awake the snorting citizens with the bell, Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you: Arise, I say! Bra. What, have you lost your wits? Though I do hate him as I do hell pains, I must show out a flag and sign of love, Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice? Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search; Bra. Not I; what are you? Rod. My name is Roderigo. I have charg'd thee not to haunt about my doors: Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir, Bra. But thou must needs be sure, My spirit, and my place, have in them power To make this bitter to thee. Rod. Patience, good sir! And there will I be with him. So, farewell! [Erit. How didst thou know 'twas she? - O, thou de- Past thought! more tapers; What said she to you? -Get Raise all my kindred.-Are they married, think you? Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice; Bra. O heaven! -How got she out? — O treason My house is not a grange. Rod. Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you. Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, you think we are ruffians: you'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse; you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans. Bra. What profaue wretch art thou? Iago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs. Bra. Thou art a villain. Bra. This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Roderigo! I thus would play and trifle with your reverence: Of here and every where. Straight satisfy yourself: Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho! Give me a taper! - call up all my people! - [Exit from above. Iago. Farewell! for I must leave you: It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shall,) Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state, However this may gall him with some check, Cannot with safety cast him; for he's embark'd With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars, (Which even now stand in act.) that, for their souls, Another of his fathom they have not, To lead their business: in which regard, SCENE II. The same. Another street. Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants. Jago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience To do no contriv'd murder; I lack iniquity Sometimes, to do me service. Nine or ten times I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs. Oth. 'Tis better as it is. Iago. Nay, but he prated, And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms That, with the little godliness I have, I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir, Oth. Let him do his spite: My services, which I have done the signiory, come Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers with torches. Iago. These are the raised father, and his friends: You were best go in. Oth. Not I: I must be found; My parts, my title, and my perfect soul, Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant. The goodness of the night upon you, friends! What is the news? Cas. The duke does greet you, general! And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, Even on the instant. Oth. What is the matter, think you? Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine; Are at the duke's already: you have been hotly call'd Re-enter OTHELLO. Jago. Marry, to Come, captain, will you go? Oth Have with you. Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. Enter BRABANTIO, RODERICO, and Officers of night, with torches and weapons. Iago. It is Brabantio:- general, be advised: He comes to bad intent. Oth. Holla! stand there! Rod. Signior, it is the Moor. Bra. Down with him, thief! [They draw on both sides. Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, 1 am for you. Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them. Good signior, you shall more command with years, Than with your weapons. Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her: I therefore apprehend and do attach thee, Oth. Hold your hands, Both you of my inclining, and the rest: Bra. To prison! till fit time Of law, and course of direct session, Oth. What if I do obey? How may the duke be therewith satisfied, Off. 'Tis true, most worthy signior, Bra. How! the duke in council! In this time of the night! Bring him away! Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself,. Or any of my brothers of the state,. Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own: For if such actions may have passage free, Bond-slaves, and pagans, shall our statesmen be. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. A council-chamber. The Duke and Senators, sitting at a table; Officers attending. Duke. There is no composition in these news, That gives them credit. 1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies. Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty. 2 Sen. And mine, two hundred: But though they jump not on a just account, (As in these cases, where the aim reports, 'Tis oft with difference,) yet do they all confirm A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus. Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment; do not so secure me in the error, But the main article I do approve In fearful sense. Sailor. [Within.] What ho! what ho! what ho! Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; Duke. How say you by this change? By no assay of reason; 'tis a pageant, That Rhodes is dress'd in:- if we make thought |