QTH. What doft thou mean? JAGO. Good name in man or woman, my dear Lord, Is the immediate jewel of their fouls. Who fleals my purse, steals trash; 'tis fomething, nothing; Оти. I'll know thy thoughts. IAGO. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor fhall not, whilft 'tis in my custody. IAGO. Oh, beware, my Lord, of jealoufy; It is a green-ey'd moufter, which doth mock Who doats, yet doubts; fufpects, yet ftrongly loves! IAGO. Poor and content, is rich, and rich enough:: To him that ever fears he shall be poor. Good Heav'n! the fouls of all my tribe defend Отн. Why, why is this? Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealoufy? To follow ftill the changes of the moon With fresh fufpicions?-'Tis not to make me jealous And, on the proof, there is no more but this, IAGO. I'm glad of this; for now I shall have reason With franker fpirit. Therefore, as I'm bound, Receive it from me. I fpeak not yet of proof. In Venice they do let Heav'n fee the pranks Отн. Doft thou fay fo? IAGO. She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when the feem'd to shake, and fear your looks, ·OTH. And so she did. IAGO. Go to then; She that, fo young, could give out such a seeming To feal her father's s eyes up, close as oak He thought 'twas witchcraft-But I'm much to blame: I humbly do befeech you of your pardon, For too much loving you. Отн. I am bound to you for ever. IAGO. I fee this hath a little dash'd your spirits. OTH. Not a jot; not a jot. IAGO. Trust me, I fear it has : I hope you will confider what is spoke Comes from my love. But I do fee you're mov'd Iam to pray you, not to strain my speech To groffer iffues, not to larger reach,. Than to fufpicion. ОTн. I will not. AGO. Should you do fo, my Lord, My fpeech would fall into fuch vile success, Which my thoughts aim not at. Caffio's my worthy friend. My Lord, I fee you're mov'd OTH. No, not much mov'd I do not think but Defdemona's honeft. IAGO. Long live she fo! and long live you to think fo! Отн. And yet, how nature's erring from itselfIAGO. Ay, there's the point!-as (to be bold with you) Not to affect many propofed matches Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, Whereto we fee in all things nature tends; ОTH. Farewel, farewel; If more thou dost perceive, let me know more: OтH. Why did I marry? This honeft creature, doubtless, Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. Altho' 'tis fit that Caffio bave his place, Let me be thought too busy in my fears, And hold her free, I do befeech your honour. IAGO. I once more take my leave. CHAPTER XXVIII. SHAKSPEARE. HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS MOTHER's MARRIAGE. OH that this too, too folid flesh would melt, Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd Fie on't! oh fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to feed; things rank, and grofs in nature, Hyperion to a fatyr: fo loving to my mother, By what it fed on; yet within a month, Let me not think-Frailty, thy name is woman! (O Heav'n! a beast, that wants difcourfe of reason, Ere yet the falt of most unrighteous tears It is not, nor it cannot come to good. But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. SHAKSPEARE, CHAPTER XXIX. HAMLET AND GHOST. HAM. ANGELS and minifters of grace defend us! Thou com'ft in fuch a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet, Why thy canoniz'd bones, hears'd in earth, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our fouls? HAM. I will. GHOST. My hour is almost come, When I to fulphurous and tormenting flames Muft render up myself.. |