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Oth. Not a jot, not a jot.
Iago. Trust me, I fear it has :
Oth. I will not.
Iago. Should you do so, my Lord,, My speech would fall into such vile success, Which my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy
friend. My lord , I see you're mov'd
Oth. No, not much mov'dI do not think but Desdemona's honest. Iago. Long live she so! and long live you to
think so! Oth. And yet, how nature's erring from itselfIago. Ay, there's the point !-as (to be bold
with you) Not to affect many proposed matches Of her own clime, complexion , and degree, Whereto we see in all things Nature tends : , Foh ! one may smell, in such, a will most rank, Foul disproportions, thoughts unnaturala But, pardon me, I do not in position Distinctly speak of her ; though I may fear , Her will, récoiling to her better judgment, May fall to match you with her country forms, And, haply, so repent.
Oth, Farewel, farewel ; If more thou dost perceive, let me know more :: Set on thy wife t'observe. Leave me, Iago.
Iago. My lord, I take my leave.
Oth. Why did I marry ? This honest creature, doubtless , Sees, and knows more, much more than he una
Altho''tis fit that Cassio have bis place,
Oth. Fear not my government.
CHA P. XXVIII. Hamlet's Soliloquy on his Mother's
marriage. A that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew; Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd . His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! How weary , stale , flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ; oh fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in na.
ture, Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead ! nay, not so much ; not
two :So excellent a king, that was , to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heav'n Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth! Must I remember!--- Why she would hang on
As if increase of appetite had grown
With which she followed my poor father's body,
C H A P. x x I x.
Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Ghost. Mark me.
Glost. My hour is almost come,
Ham. Alas, poor ghost !
Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear.
blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their
Ham. O heav'n!.
as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May fly to my revenge.
Ghost. I find thee apt ; And duller should'st thou be, than the fat weed That roots itself in ease on Letbe's wharf,
Would'st thou not stirin this. Now, Hamlet, hear;
Ham. Oh, my prophetic soul! my uncle !
beast, With witchcraft of his wit , with traitrous
gifts, (O wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power So to seduce !) won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming virtuous Queen. Oh , Hamlet, what a falling off was there ! But soft! methinks I scent the morning air Brief let me be : sleeping within inine orchard, My custom always in the afternoon, Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole With juice of cursed hebony in a phial, And in the porches of mine ear did pour The lep'rous distilinent. Thus was I sleeping , by a brother's hand , Of life, of crown, of Queen, at once bereft; Cut off ev'n in the blossoms of my sin; No reck’ning made ! but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head !
Ham. Oh horrible ! oh horrible! most horrible!
Ghost. If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not; But howsoever thou pursu'st this act, . Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught; leave her to heav'n And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once ! The glow-worm shews the matin to be near , And 'gins to pale his ineffectual fre. Adieu, adieu, adieu ! Remember me. Ham. Oh, all ye host of heav'n! oh earth! what'
else ! And shall I couple hell ? of fie ! hold, my heart!