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Have children climb'd those knees, and kissed that face?
What was thy name and station, age and race ? 10. Statue of flesh--immortal of the dead !
Imperishable type of evanescence !
And standest undecayed within our presence,
When the great trump shall thrill thee with its warning. 11 Why should this worthless tegament endure,
If its undying guest be lost forever ?
In living virtue; that when both must sever,
46. Othello and Iago. Iago. My noble lord Oth. What dost thou say, Iago ? Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you wooed my lady, Know of your love ? 5 Oth. He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask ?
Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought ; No further harm.
Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago ?
Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted with her. 10 Oth. O, yes; and went between us very oft.
Iago. Indeed ?
Oth. Think, my lord! Why, thou echo'st me,
I heard thee say but now, “thou lik’dst not that,”.
When Cassio left my wife. What didst not like? 25 And, when I told thee, he was of my counsel
In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst, “Indeed!”
Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me, 30 Show me thy thought.
Iago. My lord, you know I love you.
And weigh’st thy words before thou giv'st them breath, 35 Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more :
For such things, in a false, disloyal knave,
That passion cannot rule.
Oth. I think so too.
Iago. Men should be what they seem ; Or, those that be not, 'would they might seem none ! 45 Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem.
Iago. Why then, I think that Cassio is an honest man.
Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this :
As thou dost ruminate ; and give thy worst of thoughts 50 The worst of words.
Iago. Good, my lord, pardon me;
Utter my thoughts ?-Why, say, they are vile and false; 55 As where's that palace, whereinto foul things
Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast so pure,
Mal. I know him now. Pray heaven, betimes remove 5 The means, that make us strangers !
Rosse. Sir, Amen.
Rosse. Alas, poor country; Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot 10 Be called our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile ;
A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell 15 Is there scarce asked, for whom; and good men's lives
Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Macd. O, relation,
Too nice, and yet too true! 20 Mal. What is the newest grief?
Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker.
Macd. How does my wife ?
them. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech ; how goes it? 30 Rosse.
I have words,
Macd. What concern they ?
Rosse. No mind, that's honest,
Macd. If it be mine,
Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue forever,
Macd. Ah ! I guess at it. 45 Rosse. Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes
Savagely slaughtered : to relate the manner,
Mal. Merciful heaven !
Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not speak,
Macd. My children too ?-
found. 55 Macd. And I must be from thence! my wife killed
Mal. Be comforted :
To cure this deadly grief. 60 Macd. I shall do so ;
But I must also feel it as a man.
, 65 They were all struck for thee! naught that I am,
Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
48. William Teli. Gesler, the tyrant, Sarnem, his officer, and William Tell, a Swiss peasant.
Sar. Down, slave, upon thy knees before the governor, And beg for mercy.
Ges. Does he hear ?
5 Ges. [To Tell.] Why speakest thou not?
Tell. For Wonder.
Ges. What should I seem ? 10 Tell. A monster.
Ges. Ha! Beware !--think on thy chains.
Erect, with nothing but the honest pride 15 Of telling thee, usurper, to thy teeth,
Thou art a monster.--Think on my chains !
Ges. Darest thou question me?
Tell. No, not enough:-
It cannot take away the grace of life-25 The comeliness of look that virtue gives
Its port erect, with consciousness of truth--
It cannot lay its band on these, no more
Or with polluted finger tarnish it.
Ges. But it can make thee writhe.
Tell. It may, and I may say,
Go on, though it should make me groan again. 35 Ges. Whence comest thou?
Tell. From the mountains.
Ges. Why so ? 40 Tell. Because they look for thee. The hurricane
Comes unawares upon them ; from its bed
Ges. What then ?