reafon to poise another of fenfuality, the blood and bafenefs of our natures would conduct us to moft prepofterous conclufions. But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal ftings, our unbitted lufts: whereof I take this, that you call love, to be a fect or syen. Rod. It cannot be. lago. It is merely a luft of the blood, and a permiffion of the will. Come, be a man: drown thyfelf? drown cats and blind puppies. I have profeffed me thy friend, and I confefs me knit to thy deferving with cables of perdurable toughness. I could never better steed thee than now. Put money in thy purse; follow thou thefe wars; defeat thy favour with an ufurped beard; I fay, put money in thy purfe. It cannot be that Defdemona fhould long continue her love to the Moor-----put money in thy purse-----nor he his to her. It was a violent commencement in her, and thou fhalt fee an anfwerable fequeftration,---put but money in thy purfe.---Thefe Moors are changeable in their wills; fill thy purse with money. (19) The food that to In your lord's But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, &c. Richard II. We, poizing us in her defective fcale, We poize the cause in Justice' equal feale, Tempeft. All's Well, &c. -thy maduefs fhall be paid with weight, Till our feale turn the beam. 2 Henry VI. Hamlet. In like manner, the French always use les balances to fignify the foules; le fleau, the beam of the balan e. (19) The food, that to him now is as lufcious as locufts, feall Shortly be as bitter as coloquintida.] Mr Warburton has fufpect him now is as luscious as locufts, fhall fhortly be as bitter as coloquintida. When fhe is fated with his body, fhe will find the errors of her choice. She must have change, fhe muft: therefore put money in thy purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyfelf, do it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money thou canst. If fanctimony and a frail vow, betwixt an erring barbarian, and a fuperfubtle Venetian, be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou fhalt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox of drowning thyfelf! it is clean out of the way. Seek thou rather to be hanged in compaffing thy joy, than to be drowned and go without her. Rod. Wilt thou be faft to my hopes, if I depend on the iffue? Iago. Thou art fure of me. Go, make money. I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I hate the Moor. My caufe is hearted; thine hath no lefs reafon. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him. If thou canft cuckold him, thou doft thyfelf a pleasure, and me a fport. ed this paffage, and attempted an emendation; which I ought to fubjoin, with his reafoning upon it. "Though "fome kind of locufts have been fometimes eaten, I think they cannot be given as an inftance of very delicious food. "Befides, how come locufts, a kind of infect, to be opposed "to coloquintida, a medicinal drug? Be affured, the true "reading is not locufts, but luches, a very pleafant confection, "introduced into medicine by the Arabian phyficians; and "fo is very fitly oppofed both to the bitterness, and the "ufe of coloquintida.' I have not, however, difturbed the text for two cafons; because all the printed copies agroe in one reading without any variation: and because I am not fure, that by locufts the Poet means the infect, but the fruit of the locust tree; which is fweet and lufcious in the fame degree, as coloquintida, the fruit of the wild gourd, is acerb and bitter. There are many events in the womb of Time, which will be delivered. Traverfe, go, provide thy money. We will have more of this to-morrow. Adieu. Rod. Where fhall we meet i' th' morning? Iago. At my lodgings. Rod. I'll be with thee betimes. lago. Go to, farewel. Do you hear, Rodorigo? Rod. What fay you? lago. No more of drowning, do you hear. Rod. I am changed; I'll go fell all my land. Manet IAGO. [Exit Iago. Go to, farewel, put money enough in your Thus do I ever make my fool my purfe; [purse---For I mine own gained knowledge ihould prophane, If I fhould time expend with fuch a fuipe, But for my fport and profit. I hate the Moor, Will do as if for furety. He holds me well---- That he is too familiar with his wife------- I have't---it is engendered---hell and night [Exit. SCENE, the Capital City of Cyprus. Enter MONTANO Governor of Cyprus, and Gentle men. ΜΟΝΤΑΝΟ. WHAT from the Cape can you difcern at fea? I cannot 'twixt the heaven and the main [flood; Mont. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at A fuller blaft ne'er shook our battlements: [land; If it hath ruffianed fo upon the fea, [them, (20) What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on (20) What ribs of oak, when the huge mountains melt, Can hold the mortif ?] This is an arbitrary change of Mr Pope's, without any authority or reafon, but the fmoothing the verfification. But, I am afraid, this great critic was dreaming of mountains at land; and thefe, he thought, could not well melt on ribs of oak (i. e. fhips at fea.) But our Poet happens to mean, waves as big as mountains; and thefe are often known to melt on hips: nor is any metaphor more common in poetry. So, again, afterwards, in this very play; And let the lab'ring bark climb hills of feas -and anon behold The ftrong-ribbed bark through liquid mountains cuts. Like as we fee the wrathful fea from far, Troil, and Cref In a great mountain heaped, with hideous noife, With thousand billows beat against the flips. Locrine. Can hold the mortife? what fhall we hear of this? On the enchafed flood. Mont. If that the Turkish fleet Be not enfheltered, and embayed, they're drowned; It is impoffible to bear it out. 3 Enter a third Gentleman. Gent. News, Lords, our wars are done: The defperate tempeft hath so banged the Turks, That their defignment halts. (21) A noble ship of Venice Hath feen a grievous wreck and fufferance And fo Beaumont and Fletcher in their Elder Brother; In all which paffages our Poets have bat imitated their predeceffors the Claffics. Πορφύρεον δ' άρα κῦμα περισάθη ἔρες ἴσον, *Αλλοθεν αλλα φέροντας In montis fpeciem curvari, et crefcere vifus. Övid. Met. 1. xv. (21) -Another fhip of Venice El. 20 Hath feen a grievous wreck, &c.] But no fhip, before this, has arrived, or brought any account of the Turkish fleet's diftrefs: how then can this be called another hip? Oh, |