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Lady Percy. Then should you be nothing but musical;
Hotspur. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.
Excellently the above serves to show the by-play of Hotspur's characteristic restlessness; which here takes the form of half impudent conjugal caress, half impatient military petulance at the music.
Northumberland. How doth my son and brother?
Clarence. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble.
Clarence. How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak !
Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come?-R. III., i.
Evermore showering? Out, you green-sickness
Balthasar. I do beseech you, sir, have patience;
Lady Macbeth. . Your face, my thane, is as a book where mou
To alter favour ever is to fear.-Macb., i. 5.
Lady Macbeth. Shame itself!
Macbeth. Pr'ythee, see there ! behold ! look ! lo! how say you?
Merciful Heaven !
Macbeth. . . . The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon!
Othello. . . . And didst contract and purse thy brow together.
but, I do see you are mov'd.-Ibid., iii. 3.
Iago. Do not weep, do not weep : alas, the day !—Ibid., iv. 2.
Iago. What, look you pale? . Look you pale, mistress ?
Bianca. He supp'd at my house ; but I therefore shake not.-Ibid., V. I.
Desdemona. And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then,
Emilia. Nay, lay thee down and roar;
Gratiano. Fie! your sword upon a woman !-Ibid., v. 2.
Othello. Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench!
Pisanio. Madam, a noble gentleman from Rome,
Change you, madam ?
Thou weep'st and speak’st.
Unlike than this thou tell'st.-Ibid., v. 5.
Countess. . . . Her eye is sick on 't: I observe her now.—All's W., i. 3.
Maria. He's coming, madam ; but in very strange manner.
Olivia. Why what's the matter ? does he rave ?
Paulina. Music, awake her; strike!
You perceive, she stirs.
Nay, present your hand :
Polixenes. She embraces him.
Camillo. She hangs about his neck.-W. T., v. 3. Falstaff. . . . That thou art my son, have partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion ; but chiefly, a villanous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me.—1 H. IV., ii. 4.
Northumberland. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,
Lady Percy. And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Falstaff. Carry Master Silence to bed.-Ibid., v. 3.
Catesby. The king is angry: see, he gnaws his lip.-R. III., iv. 2.
Ulysses. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait;
Brutus. I will do so: but, look you, Cassius,
Casar. . . . Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ;
Othello. Look, how he laughs already !
Iago. - . . Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?
Though tongues were out of use.-Oth., v. I.
Bclarius. I cannot tell : long is it since I saw him,
Thy burden at the sea, and called Marina.—Per., v. 3. Occasionally, there are indications of look or gesture in the person spoken of, though addressed in the second person :
Iago (Aside). He takes her by the palm : ay, well said, whisper : with as little a web as this will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon her, do; I will gyve thee in thine own courtship. You say true ; 'tis so, indeed: if such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had been better you had not kissed your three fingers so oft, which now again you are most apt to play the sir in. Very good; well kissed! an ez. cellent courtesy! 'tis so indeed. Yet again your fingers to your lips ?-Oth., ii. I.
Guiderius. Oh, sweetest, fairest lily!
As when thou grew'st thyself.-Cym., iv. 2. In the two following passages we have indication of a peculiar ges. ture denoting hearty relish of something heard :
One rubb'd his elbow, thus, and feer'd, and swore,
In the following two passages there are indications of peculiar dress, badge, or other distinctive peculiarity, marking persons who approach ; and recognized before the wearers come near enough for their identity to be clearly discerned :
Here comes two of the house of the Montagues.*-R. & Ful., i. 1.
See, who comes here?
By the Scottish tartan dress worn by Rosse, the prince recognizes him for a compatriot; but does not know him individually until he comes close.
In the following passage, the dramatist draws attention to the change of manner in Edgar when he drops the Bedlam beggar's diction, and assumes one which he may pass off afterwards as that of some fiend supposed to have possessed “ Poor Tom":
Gloster. . . . Methinks thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak'st
INDIRECT PRAISE OF CHARACTER.
Shakespeare has an adroit way of putting description and praise of character into the mouths of other personages in the drama ; and sometimes, with enhanced effect, into the mouth of a person unfriendly to the one involuntarily or reluctantly praised. The dramatist himself has a passage illustrative of this point :
But what the repining enemy commends,
Angelo. . . . What's this, what's this? Is this her fault or mine?
Corrupt with virtuous season. -M. for M., ii. 2.
Oliver. . . . I hope I shall see an end of him ; for my soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle ; never schooled, and yet learned ; full of noble device ; of all sorts enchantingly beloved.—As You L., i. 1.
Polixenes. This is the prettiest low. born lass that ever
Old sir, I know
The Montague faction wore a token in their hats, to distinguish them from their rivals, the Capulets.
Iago. The Moor is of a free and open nature
Iago. . . . The Moor-howbeit I endure him not-
Cassio. She's a most exquisite lady.
Cassio. She is, indeed, perfection.-Ibid., ii. 3. Iago. She is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, that she holds it a vice in her goodness, not to do more than she is requested. .
'Tis most easy the inclining Desdemona to subdue in any honest suit: she's framed as fruitful as the free elements.—Ibid., ii. 3.
Othello. ...0, the world hath not a sweeter creature : she might lie by an emperor's side, and command him tasks. So delicate with her needle ! An admirable musician! O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear! Of so high and plenteous wit and invention ! . And then of so gentle a condition !--Ibid., iv. I. Othello.
Come, swear it, damn thyself;
Bclarius. This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears he hath had
Arviragus. How angel-like he sings !
Guiderius. But his neat cookery! he cut our roots in characters,
Arviragus. Nobly he yokes
,-as if the sigh
So I 'll die
Lucius. . . . This one thing only
One sand another
Guiderius. The same dead thing alive.
Belarius. Peace, peace; see farther; he eyes us not ; forbear;