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ence stated in the sketch, that “ he would be proud and re
vengeful, and would never forgive or forget an injury.”
Roderigo meanwhile becomes impatient on finding that his “ money is almost spent;" that he has farther been “ exceedingly well cudgelled;" “ and so with no money at all, and a little more wit,” he proposes
66 to return to “ Venice." But he has to enounter an intellect far superior to his own, and he is again the dupe of Iago.
Iago's schemes of villany are prosecuted through the third and fourth acts, in which, step by step, by hints and innuendoes, and by distorting and magnifying trifles, in themselves “ light as air,” he gradually infuses the poison of jealousy into Othello's mind, and paves the way for the catastrophe. of the play. The adaptation of means to an end, though that end is a most infernal one, are truly admirable; and throughout the greatest intellectual powers, with the deepest insight into human nature, are manifested.
Roderigo's impatience is now at its height, and he more than suspects that Iago has been playing foul with him.
Rod. I do not find, that thou deal’st justly with me,
Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; for your words, and performances, are no kin together.
But he is doomed again to fall before the artifices of Iago, who not only contrives to allay his suspicions, but to concert with and engage him in a plan for attacking and killing Cassio, in which Iago falsely promises him his assistance. A Phrenologist would infer, that the size of Roderigo's head must have been much inferior to that of Iago's.
It was stated in the sketch, that he would take especial care not to run unnecessarily into danger, that his victim would be transfixed with multiplied wounds, and would expire without exciting one emotion of pity. Those features of character are illustrated in the following scene, and we trust that our readers will excuse the length of our quotation, as the whole of it is necessary for the comparison which we wish to institute.
Act V.-SCENE I.-Enter Lago and RODERIGO.
Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.
[RETIRES TO A LITTLE DISTANCE. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed ; And yet he has given me satisfying reasons:'Tis but a man gone :-forth, my sword; he dies.
[Goes to his stand. Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense, And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio, Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other, EVERY WAY MAKES MY GAIN : Live Roderigo, He calls me to a restitution large Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb’d from him, As gifts to Desdemona; It must not be: Cassio do remain, He hath a daily beauty in his life, That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor May unfold me to him; there stand 1 in much peril: [It was inferred that his anticipations of the future would
be full of apprehension.)
[Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at Cassio.
[Draws, and wounds Roderigo. Rod. O, I am slain !
[IAGO RUSHES FROM HIS POST, CUTS CASSIO BEHIND
IN THE LEG, AND EXIT ! Cas. I am maim'd for ever !-Help, ho! murder ! murder !
[Falls. Othello enters at a distance, and while Cassio is crying for assistance, the former recognizes the voice of the latter, and imagining that Iago had inflicted the wound under a sense of his injured commander's wrongs, exclaims,
Oth. 'Tis he ;-0 brave Iago, honest, and just, Thou hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong! Thou teachest me,- Minion, your dear lies dead, And your fate hies apace :-Štrumpet, I come:
Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes are blotted ;
[Exit Othello. Othello then retires, and Lodovico and Gratiano enter at a distance. They too hear the cries of Cassio and Roderigo, while Iago enters with a light.
Lod. Hark !
ford a remarkable proof of his Cautiousness and Secre
tiveness.) Lod. We do not know.
not hear a cry?
Cas. Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains ! Give me some help
Iago. O me, lieutenant ! what villains have done this ?
Cas. I think that one of them is hereabout,
Iago. O treacherous villains !
[To Lodovico and Gartiano.
[LAGO STABS RODERIGO. Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog !0! 0! 0!
Iago. Kill men i' the dark !-Where be these bloody thieves ?
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
Bianco, Cassio's mistress, then enters, and with unparalleled effrontery, Iago charges her as “a party in this in
“ jury," and looking about, he pretends to discover the dead body of Roderigo.
Know we this face or no ? Alas! my friend, and my dear countrymen, Roderigo ? no :-Yes, sure; O heavens ! Roderigo.
Towards the conclusion of the sketch, it is observed, “ But let him be on his guard, these may not always be sufficient to restrain him from evil.'
In the last scene accordingly, the whole of Iago's schemes of villany are detected, and chiefly by his wife ; and his utter Selfishness and Destructiveness are dreadfully manifested, by stabbing her to death. After this, he attempts to escape, but is soon overtaken and brought back a prisoner. The poet discovers the greatest knowledge of human nature, in representing Iago as henceforth doggedly silent. To a question from Othello, he replies :
Demand me nothing : What you know, you know;
From this time forth, I never will speak a word. This is just the conduct which we should expect from one in whom, with deficient moral sentiments, Secretiveness, Firmness, and Cautiousness were predominating faculties.
The play concludes with a speech from Lodovico, with which we will conclude our quotations and the present article:
Lod. O Spartan dog,
LETTER FROM AN OBSERVER OF NATURE.
Sın,-Living in an obscure corner of Fifeshire, with little opportunity of knowing what is going on in the literary world, a friend handed in, for an evening's amusement, a number of your Phrenological Journal. My name can add no weight to my observations, of course can be of very little consequence in this instance, but may be given in a future communication, if such observations are considered illustrative of truth.
In April 1819, I had occasion to be in the Upper Ward of Lanarkshire, and having an hour to spare before dinner, I took a glance over my memorandums, and found that an early and very intimate friend of my father's lived near the village of, and ascertaining the distance, I resolved to walk. that length after dinner to call on him. On going into the clachan I asked the first intelligent face I met, where Mr
lived. As there was more than ordinary shrewdness in the lineaments of my informant's physiognomy, I begged him to accompany me to the best public-house in the place, until I found a boy to go for Mr He shewed me to the public-house, and then, as I supposed, from the time he was absent, had gone for the gentleman himself, which was so far fortunate, as this brought me in contact with the landlord, who, after poking the fire, and making the usual routine of remarks on the weather, was desired to bring a little of his best when I asked him to sit down and give a stranger his news. He had a peculiar expression of coun. tenance, and, on uncovering, showed a head perfectly bald and of uncommon formation. I begged he would change seats with me, on pretence of the light being offensive to my eyes, which threw the glare with fine effect over the surface of his bald pate. I drew his attention, first to the antique frame of a mirror, placed immediately over the fire