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kerchief I tremble at it Nature would not in-
Othello's exceffive Fondness of his
Oth. Ay, let her rot and perish and be damn'd to. night, for she shall not live. No, my heart is turn'd to stone: I strike it, and it hurts my hand -Oh, the world hath not a sweeter creature She might lie by an emperor's fide and command him tasks.
Iago. Nay, that's not your way;
Oth. Hang her, I do but say what she is so deli cate with her needle-an admirable mufician Oh, she will fing the favageness out of a bear: of so high and plenteous wit and invention !
lago. She's the worse for all this.
Oih. Oh, a thousand, a thousand times : and then of fo gentle condition !
Iago. Ay, too gentle.
Oth. Nay, that's certain-but yet the pity of it, lago-Oh, lago, the pity of it.
SCENE VI. Othello's Speech, after having received
the Mandate when confirm'd in his Suspicions.
And will return to Vinice-Hence, avant! [Ex. De
SCENE IX. His pathetic Upbraiding of his Wife.
Def. Upon my knee, what doth your speech import?
Oth. Why? what art thou?
Oih. Come swear it; damn thyself, lest being like one
Def. Heaven doth truly know it.
Oth. Heaven truly knows, That thou art false as hell.
Def. To whom, my lord ? With whom? How am I false?
Oth. Ah, Desdemona, away, away, away.
Def. Alas the heavy day! why do you weep?
otb. Had it pleas'd heaven,
Where either I must live, or bear no life,
Oth. Oh, ay, as fummer-flies are in the shambles,
Def. Alas! what ignorant fin have I committed ?
Oih. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
(10) Turn, &c.] i. e. Patience, thou young, &c. there, (upon the fight of that, a light so shocking and intolerable) turn thy come plexion--Ay, do more than that, not only turn thy complexion but Isoke grim as hell, horrible as a fiend, and unlike thyself, a young and rose-lipp'd cherubin.” This is a natural and fine sense, and thus the words come nearest those found in the old editions : the Oxford editor reads,
There, there look grim as hell.
Turn thy complexion thence.com
I here look grim as hell. (11) Othou, &c.] This paffage seems to need no alteration : “ Oh thou weed who are not only so lovely fair, inviting us to smell, but also doft really smell fo fweer that, &c. VOL. III.
And will not hear't. What committed ? impudent
other foul, unlawful touch, Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
Oth. What, not a whore !
Oth. I cry your mercy, then.
Scene XI. Desdemona's Faithfulness. Alas, Iago! What shall I do to win my lord again? Good friend go to him ; for by this light of heav'n, I know not how I lost him. (12) Here I kneel;
[Kneeling If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, Or in discourse or thought, or actual deed; Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any
sense Delighted them on any other form; Or that I do not yet and ever did,
(12) Sec p. 76, preceding:
-Quoties tentamina nofra pudici
Ovid. Met. L. 7.
And ever will, though he do shake me off
do much, And his unkindness
defeat But never taint
A Bed-chamber : Desdemona is discovered asleep
in ber Bed.
Enter Othello, with a light and a sword.
[Lays dorun the fuord.
[Sets down the taper. When I have pluck'd thy rose, I cannot give it vital growth again ; It needs must wither. -I'll linell thee on the tree.
(Kifing her. O balmy breath, that doft almost persuade
(13) Put out, &c.] The present passage hath been much cri. ticised upon, and is so generally known and talk'd of, there remains little to be said concerning it : I thall therefore only add the manner of reading it, which I have adopted, not only as most universally received, but it also seems to be most worthy of Shakespear.