Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known. Oh now, for ever
Farewel the tranquil mind, farewel content,
Farewel the plumed troops, and the big war,
That makes ambition virtue! oh, farewel!

8 Farewel the neighing fteed, and the shrill trump,
The fpirit-ftirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,

Pride, pomp, and circumftance of glorious war!
And, oh, you mortal engines, whose rude throats
Th' immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewel! Othello's Occupation's gone!

Iago. Is't poffible, my Lord?

Oth. Villain, be fure, thou prove my love a whore; Be fure of it give me the ocular proof,

[Catching hold on bim.

Or, by the worth of mine eternal foul,

Thou hadst been better have been born a dog,

Than answer my wak'd wrath.

Iago. Is 't come to this?

Oth. Make me to fee 't; or, at the leaft, fo prove it, That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, To hang a doubt on: or, woe upon thy life!

Iago. My noble Lord

Oth. If thou doft flander her, and torture me,

Farewel the neighing feed, and the thrill trump, The Spirit-firring drum, th'

EAR PIERCING ffe,] The attributes to the trumpet and fife, in the prefent reading, feem to be too much alike for the rich ness and variety of Shak Spear's ideas. Befides, as the feed and trumpet in the one line where defigned to be characterized by their founds; fo the drum and fife, by their effects on the hearers; as appears in part from the

epithet given to the drum of spirit ftirring: I would read then,

The Spirit-ftirring drum, th

FEAR 'SPERSING fift, i. e. the fear-difperfing. WARB.

Ear-piercing is an epithet fo eminently adapted to the fift, and fo diftinct from the fhrilness of the trumpet, that it certainly ought not to be changed. Dr. Warburton has been cenfured for this propofed emendation with more noife than honefty, for he did not himself put it in the text.

Never pray more; abandon all remorfe;
On horror's head horrors accumulate;

Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd;
For nothing canft thou to damnation add,

Greater than that.

Iago. Oh grace! oh heaven defend me! Are you a man? have you a foul? or fenfe? God be w' you. Take mine office.-O wretched fool, That liv'ft to make thine honefty a vice!

Oh monstrous world! take note, take note, oh world,
To be direct and honeft, is not fafe.

I thank you for this profit, and from hence
I'll love no friend, fith love breeds fuch offence.
Oth. Nay, ftay. Thou shouldst be honeft-
Iago. I fhould be wife, for honefty's a fool,
And lofes what it works for,

I think, my wife is honeft; and think, she is not;
I think, that thou art juft; and think, thou art not,
I'll have fome proof. Her name, that was as fresh
As Dian's vifage, is now begrim'd and black
As my own face. If there be cords, or knives,
Poifon, or fire, or fuffocating streams,
I'll not endure't. 'Would, I were fatisfied!

lago. I fee, Sir, your are eaten up with paffion; I do repent me that I put it to you.

You would be fatisfied?

Oth. Would? nay, and will,

Iago. And may; but how? how fatisfied, my Lord?

Would you be supervisor, grofly gape on?

Behold her tupp'd?

9-abandon all remorfe;] Remorfe, for repentance. WARB.

I rather think it is, Let go all fcruples, throw afide all reftraints.

By the world, &c.] This fpeech not in the first edition.

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Oth. Death and damnation! oh!

Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
To bring 'em to that profpect: damn them then,
If ever mortal yes do fee them boliter,

More than their own. What then? how then?
What fall I fay? where's fatisfaction?

It is impoffible you should see this,

* Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
As falt as wolves in pride, and fools as grofs
As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,
If imputation and ftrong circumftances,
Which lead directly to the door of truth,
Will give you fatisfaction, you might hav't.
Oth. Give me a living reafon fhe's difloyal,
Jago. I do not like the office;

But fince I'm enter'd in this caufe fo far,
Prick'd to't by foolifh honefty and love,
I will go on. I lay with Caffio lately,
And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
I could not fleep.

There are a kind of men, so loose of soul,
That in their fleeps will mutter their affairs;
One of this kind is Caffio:

In fleep I heard him fay, "Sweet Desdemona,
"Let us be wary, let us hide our loves!"

And then, Sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand
Cry-"Oh fweet creature!" and then kiss me hard,
As if he pluckt up kiffes by the roots,

That grew upon my lips; then lay his leg
Over my thigh, and figh and kifs, and then
Cry, "Curfed fate! that gave thee to the Moor."
Ob. Oh monstrous! monstrous!
Iago. Nay, this was but his dream.

Were they as prime as goals,] Prime, is prompt, from the Celtic or British PRIM. HANMER.

3 Give me a living reafon-1 Living, for fpeaking, manifeft, WARBURTON. Oth

Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclufion; Tis a fhrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. Yago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, That do demonftrate thinly.

Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces.

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Iago. Nay, but be wife; yet we fee nothing done; She may be honeft yet. Tell me but this, Have you not fometimes feen a handkerchief, Spotted with ftrawberries in your wife's hand? Oth. I gave her fuch a one; 'twas my first gift. Iago. I know not that; but fuch a handkerchief, (I'm fure it was your wife's,) did I to-day See Caffio wipe his beard with.

Oth. If it be that

Iago. If it be that, or any, if 'twas hers It fpeaks against her with the other proofs. Oth. Oh, that the flave had forty thousand lives! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. 7 Now do I fee, 'tis true.Look here, Iago, All my fond love thus do I blow to heav'n: 'Tis gone ;

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hearted throne with thy fraught,

Arife, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
Yield up, oh love, thy crown and
To tyrannous hate! fwell, bofom,
For 'tis of afpicks' tongues.
Iago. Yet be content.

Oth. Oh blood, blood, blood

Iago. Patience, I fay; your mind, perhaps, may change.

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Oth. Never, logo. Like to the Pontick Sea,
Whoje icy current and compulfive course,
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propantick, and the Hellefpont;
Even fo my bloody thoughts with violent pace
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to bumble love,
'Till that a capable and wide revenge

[He kneels.

Swallow them up.— Now, by yond marble beav'n,
In the due reverence of a facred vow
I here engage my words-
Iago. Do not rife yet.

[Iago kneels.

i. e. thy throne which was parted between me and Defdemona: This prefents us with a fine image. The union of Othello and Desdemona was fo perfect, that love divided his throne between them: which he is now bid to refume, and give to hatred. WARBURTON.

Hearted throne, is the heart on which thou waft enthroned. Parted throne has no meaning. 1fwell, befom, &c.] i. e. fell, becaufe the fraught is of poifon. WARBURTON.

2-Like to the Pontick Sea, &c.] This fimile is omitted in the first edition: I think it fhould be fo, as an unnatural excurfion in this place.

POPE.

Witness,