Where virtue is, these make more virtuous. IAGO. I'm glad of this; for now I fhall have reafon To fhew the love and With franker spirit. duty that I bear you Look to your wife, observe her well with Caffio; In Venice they do let Heav'n fee the pranks They dare not fhew their husbands. OTH. Doft thou say fo? IAGO. She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when the feem'd to shake, and fear your looks, OTH. And fo she did. IAGO. Go to then; She, that, fo young, could give out fuch a feeming To feal her father's eyes up, close as oak He thought 'twas witchcraft-But I'm much to blame; I humbly do befeech you of your pardon, For too much loving you. Отн. I am bound to you for ever. IAGO. I fee this hath a little dash'd your fpirits. OTH. Not a jot, not a jot. IAGO. Trust me, I fear it has : I hope you will confider what is fpoke Comes from my love. But I do fee you're mov'd— I am to pray you, not to ftrain my speech To groffer iffues, not to larger reach, Than to fufpicion. OTH. I will not. IAGO. Should you do fo, my Lord, My fpeech would fall into fuch vile fuccefs, Which my thoughts aim not at. Caffio's my worthy friend. My Lord, I fee you're mov'd OTH. No, not much mov'd I do not think but Defdemona's honest. IAGO. Long live fhe fo! and long live you to think so! Отн. And yet, how nature erring from itself IAGO. Ay, there's the point!—as (to be bold with you) Not to affect many propofed matches Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, Whereto we fee in all things nature tends: Foh! one may fmell, in fuch, a will most rank, But, pardon me, I do not in pofition Diftinctly speak of her; though I may fear, Oтн. Farewel, farewel; If more thou doft perceive, let me know more: Set on thy wife t' obferve. Leave me, Fago. JAGO. My Lord, I take my leave. OTн. Why did I marry ? This honeft creature, doubtless, 1 Sees, Sees, and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. IAGO. My Lord, I would I might entreat your Honour And hold her free, I do befeech your Honour. SHAKESPEAR. CHA P. XXVIII. HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS MOTHER'S MARRIAGE, H that this too too folid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itfelf into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-flaughter! How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the ufes of this world! Fie on't! oh fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to feed; things rank, and grofs in nature, But two months dead! nay, not fo much; not two;- Hyperion Hyperion to a fatyr: fo loving to my mother, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; yet, within a month, Let me not think-Frailty, thy name is Woman! (O Heav'n! a beaft that wants discourse of reason, She married--Oh, moft wicked speed, to post But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. SHAKESPEAR. HAM. С Н А Р. XXIX. AND GHOST. HAMLET A NGELS and minifters of grace defend us! Be thou a fpirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heav'n, or blafts from hell, Be thy intent wicked or charitable, Thou com'ft in fuch a questionable shape, That I will fpeak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet, King, Father, Royal Dane: oh! anfwer me; Let Let me not burft in ignorance; but tell, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our fouls? HAM. I will. GHOST. My hour is almost come, When I to fulphurous and tormenting flames Muft render up myself. HAM. Alas, poor ghoft! GHOST. Pity me not, but lend thy ferious hearing To what I fhall unfold. HAM. Speak, I am bound to hear. GHOST. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear. HAM. What? GHOST. I am thy father's fpirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fire : Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature, I could a tale unfold, whofe lightest word Would harrow up thy foul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like ftars, ftart from their spheres, Thy |