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To grosser issuesz nor to larger reach,
Than to suspicion.
OTH. I will not.
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-
Ory. No, not much mov'd
I do not think but Desdemona's honest,
lago. Long live she so! and long live you to think so!" OTH. And yet, bow Nature's erring from itself
Iago. Aye, 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 alk things nature tends :
Foh! one may smell, in such, a wil most ranky.
Foul disproportions, thoughts unnatural.
But, pardon me, I do not in position.
Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear
Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,
May fall to match you with her colatry forms,
And, haply, so repent.
OTH: Farewell, farewell;
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more ;
Set on thy wife t'observe. Leave me, Iago.
Iaco. "My Lord, I take my
Ory. Why did I marry.?-
This honest creature, doubtless,
Sees, and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.
JAGO. My Lord, I would I might erfreat your Honour
To scan this thing Ho farther; leave it to time:-
Although 'tis fit that Cassio have his place.
For, sure, he fills it up with great ability;
Yet if you please to hold him off awbile,
You shall by that perceive him and his means;
Note, if your lady strain his entertainment
With any strong or vehement importunity;
Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
Let me be thought too busy in my fears,
(As worthy cause 1. have to fear I am,)
And hold her free, I do beseech your
Orh. Fear not my government.
JAGO. Ionee' more take my leave.
HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS MOTHER'S
Oh 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, state, 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 natures: 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 sátyr: so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of Heav't Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth't Must I remember why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think -Frailty, thy name is woman! A litile monih! or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears. Why she',.ev'ni shetto (0 Heav'n! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer-) married with mine unele, My father's brother; brino more like my father, Than I to Hercules. Within a month !--Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled'eyesy. She married Oh, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets ? :
It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
But break, my beart, for I must hold my tongue.
Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from Heav'n, or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,
That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet,
King, Father, Royal Dane! oh! answer me!
Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell,
Why thy canonized bones, hears'd in earth,
Have burst their cearnients ? why the sepulchre;
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn’d,
Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws,
To cast thee up again? what may. this mean?
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel,
Revisi’st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous, and us fools of nature,
So horribly to shake our disposition,
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do
Ham. I wilk
GHOST. My hour is almost come,
When I to sulph'rous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.
HAM. Alas, poor ghost !
Ghost. Pity nie not, but lend shy. serious hearing
To what I shall unfold.
HAM. Speak, I am bound to hear.
Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear
Ghost. I am thy father's spirite
Doom'd for a certain terni to walk the night,
And for the day, confin’d to fast in fire,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burat and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale uurfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spberes,
Thy knotty and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine:
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood; list, list, oh list!
af thou didst ever thy dear father love.
Ham. O Heav'n!
Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
Ghost Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
HAM. Haste me to know it, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation, or the thoughts of love,
May fly to my revenge.
GHOST. I find thee apt;
And dulles shouldst thou be, than the fat weed
That roots itself in ease on Letbe's wharf,
Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear;
'Tis given out, that, sleping in mine orchard,
A serpent stung me. So the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life
HAM. Oh, my prophetic soul! my uncle
Ghost. Ay, ihat incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wit, with trait'rous gifts,
(o wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power
So to seduce !) won to his shameful lust
The will of my most seeming viriuous queen.
Oh, Hamlet, what a falling off
' was there!
But soft! methinks I scent the morning air.-
Brief let me be : Sleeping within mine orchard,
My custom always in the afternoon,
Upon my secure hour thy uncle sole
With juice of cursed ebony in a phial,
And in the porches of mine ears did pour
The leperous distilment.-
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand,
Of life, of crown, of Queen, at once bereft;
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin:
No reck’ning made! but sent to my account
With all ny 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 lp'Heav'n,
And to those thorns that in her bosom, lodge,
To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
'The glow-worm shows, the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale, his ineffectual fire.
Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.
HĀM. Oh, all you host of Heav'n! oh earth! what else?
And shall I couple hell? oh fie! hold my heart !
And yoy, my sinews, grow not instant old;
But bear me stily up. Remenrber thee!
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe-; remember thee!
Yea, from the tablet of my memory
P'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there ;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with baser malter. ,