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What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust?
I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me,
I slept the next night well, was free and merry,
I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips:

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.
-I had been happy if the general camp,
Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known: Oh now, for ever,
Farewell the tranquil mind! Farewell content;
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! Oh farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,

Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats,
Th' immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone :-

-Villain, be sure thou prov'st thy words;
Be sure of it, give me the ocular proof;
Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,
Thou had'st better have been born a dog,
Than answer my wak'd wrath;—

-If thou dost slander her, and torture me,
abandon all remorse,

Never

more; pray

On horror's head horrors accumulate,

Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed,
For nothing cans't thou to damnation add,

Greater than that. Nay stay-thou should'st be honest,
By the world,

I think my wife is honest, and think she is not;
I think that thou art just, and think thou art not;
I'll have some proof, her name that was as fresh
As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black
As mine own face. If there be cords, or knives,
Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,

I'll not endure it. Would I were satisfied!

Iago. Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may change.
Othello. Never Iago. Like to the Pontick sea,

Whose icy current, and compulsive course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontick, and the Hellespont,
Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love.
'Till that a capable and wide revenge

Swallow them up-Now, by yond' marble heaven,
In due reverence of a sacred vow

I here engage my words.

KITELY AND WIFE.

Kite. What dost thou say?-doubt thee?
I should as soon suspect myself; no, no,
My confidence is rooted in thy merit,

So fixed and settled, that, wer't thou inclined
To masks, to sports and balls, where lusty youth
Leads up the wanton dance, and the rais'd pulse
Beats quicker measures, yet I could with joy,
With heart's ease and security, not but
I had rather thou should'st prefer thy home
And me, to boys and such like vanities.

Wife. But sure, my dear,

A wife may moderately use these pleasures,
Which numbers, and the time gives sanction to,
Without the smallest blemish on her name.
Kite. And so she may; and I'll go with thee, child;
I will, indeed; I'll lead thee there myself,
And be the foremost reveller. I'll silence
The sneers of envy, stop the tongue of slander;
Nor will I more be pointed at, as one
Disturb'd with jealousy.

Wife Why, were you ever so?

Kite.

What! ha! never-ha, ha, ha!

She stabs me home [aside]-Jealous of thee!
No, do not believe it,-speak low, my love,
Thy brother will overhear us,-No, no, my dear,
It could not be, it could not be,-for-for-
What is the time now? I shall be too late-
No, no, thou may'st be satisfied

There's not the smallest spark remaining-
Remaining-What do I say?-There never was,
Nor can, nor ever shall be,-so be satisfied-
Is Cobb within there ?-Give me a kiss,

My dear; There, there, now we are reconciled,
I'll be back immediately-Good bye, good bye,-
Ha, ha! jealous!-I shall burst my sides with laughing :
Ha, ha! Cobb where are you? ha, ha!

FORD-MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.

Has Page any brains? Has he any eyes? hath he any thinking; sure they sleep; he hath no use of them; Why, this boy will carry a letter twenty miles as easy as a cannon will shoot point blank twelve score; He pieces out his wife's inclination; he gives her folly motion, and advantage; and now she's going to my wife, and Falstaff's boy with her. A man may hear this shower sing in the wind!-and Falstaff's boy with her!--Good plots!-They are laid; and our revolted wives share damnation together. Well, I will take him; then torture my wife, pluck the borrow'd veil of modesty from the so-seeming mistress Page, divulge Page himself for a secure and wilful Actæon; and to these violent proceedings all my neighbours shall cry aim. The clock gives me my cue, and my assurance bids me search: there I shall find Falstaff; I shall be rather praised for this than mock'd; for it is as positive as the earth is firm, that Falstaff is there: I will go.

MINOR PASSIONS OR EMOTIONS OF THE MIND.

RESPECT.

OTHELLO'S APOLOGY.

Most potent, grave, and reverend seigniors,
My very noble and approved good masters,

That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
Is most true; true, I have married her;

The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more,

Rude am I in my speech,

And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace;
For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith,
'Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used
Their dearest action in the tented field;

And little of this great world can I speak,

More than 'pertains to feats of broil and battle;
And therefore little shall I grace my cause,

In speaking for myself: yet by your gracious patience,

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver

Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms,
What conjuration, and what mighty magic

(For such proceeding I am charged withal,)

I won his daughter with.

VENERATION.

VENERATION (which is respect much raised) is nearly similarly expressed. They both, like Modesty or Submission, bend the body forward; level the eyes to the breast, if not to the feet, of the superior character. The voice is low; the tone submissive; and the words few.

ADAM ADDRESSING THE ANGEL RAPHAEL.

"Native of Heaven, (for other place
None can than Heaven such glorious shape contain,)
Since by descending from the thrones above,
Those happy places thou hast deigned awhile
To want, and honour these, vouchsafe with us
Two only, who yet by sovereign gift possess
This spacious ground, in yonder shady bower
To rest, and what the garden choicest bears
To sit and taste, till this meridian heat

Be over, and the sun more cool decline."

Excess of veneration leads to awe, which is a mixture of gravity, respect, veneration, and admiration, chastened by dread or fear, and almost excluding all action.

Adoration or worshipping, comprehends several articles, as Ascription, Confession, Contrition, Intercession, Praise, Petitioning, &c. The expression of which is various; the action little; and the voice, submissive, timid, unequal, trembling, meek, and suppliant; but raised to a degree of cheerfulness in thanksgiving and praise.

AWE.

ON THE IMPORTANCE OF TIME TO MAN.
Night, sable, goddess! from her ebon thrōne,
In rayless' majesty, now stretches forth,

Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world',
Silence, how dead'! and darkness', how profound'!
Nor eye', nor listening ear, an object finds!
Creation' sleeps, 'tis as the general pulse,"
Of life, stood still', and nature made a pausè,
An awful' pause! prophetic of her end'.

The bell strikes one, we take no note of time,
But from its loss. To give it then a tongue,
Is wise ìn man as if an angel spoke;

I hear the solemn sound. If heard aright,
It is the knell of my departed hours,
Where are they? with years before the flood,
It is the signal that demands dispatch:
How much is to be done! my hopes and fears
Start up alarm'd, and o'er life's narrow verge
Look down-on what? a fathomless abyss;
A dread eternity. How surely mine!—
ADORATION.

ADAM'S MORNING HYMN.

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!
Almighty! thine this universal frame,

Thus wond'rous fair! Thyself how wond'rous then,
Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens,

To us invisible, or dimly seen

In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine!
Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,
Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs
And choral symphonies, day without night,
Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven,
On earth join all ye creatures to extol,

Him first, him last, him 'midst, and without end!
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,
(If better thou belong not to the dawn,)

Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn
With thy bright circlet; praise him in thy sphere,
While day arises, that sweet hour of prime,
Thou Sun, of this great world, both eye and soul,
Acknowledge him thy greater;-sound his praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st

And when high moon hast gained, and when thou fall'st.
Moon, that now meet'st the orient sun, now fliest

With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies;

And ye five hundred other wandering fires, that move
In mystic dance, not without song, resound

His praise, who out of darkness called up light.

TEACHING.

HAMLET'S INSTRUCTIONS TO THE PLAYERS.

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the

your hand,

town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with thus; but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say,) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious perriwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb show, and noise; I would have such a fellow whipp'd for o'er doing Termagant; it out-herod's Herod: Pray you, avoid it.

Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both first and now, was, and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now this, overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one, must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly; not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they have imitated humanity so abominably.

ADVISING.

Teaching and Advising require nearly the same manner of expression. In both, as well as in explaining, inculcating or giving orders, an air of superiority is assumed. The features are to be composed to an authoritative gravity. The eye steady, and open, the eyebrow a little drawn down over it; but not so much as to look surly or dogmatical. The tone of voice varying according as the subject and emphasis requires, of which latter a good deal is necessary in expressing matter of this sort. The pitch of the voice to be strong and clear; the articulation distinct; the utterance slow, and the manner peremptory. This is the proper manner of pronouncing the Commandments in the Communion Office, but which are too often spoken as prayers, than which nothing can be more unnatural.

POLONIUS ADVISING LAERTES ON HIS TRAVELS.

-There,-my blessing with you;

And these few precepts in thy memory

Look thou to character; Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar,
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel: but being in,
Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee.

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