Where virtue is, these make more virtuous. Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw For fhe had eyes, and chofe me. No, lago, I'll fee, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this, Away at once with love or jealousy. IAGO. I'm glad of this; for now I fhall have reafon To show the love and duty that I hear you With franker fpirit. Receive it from me. Look to your wife, Therefore, as I'm bound, I fpeak not yet of proof. Wear your eye, thus; not jealous, nor secure! I know our country-difpofition well; In Venice they do let Heav'n fee the pranks They dare not show their husbands. OTн. Doft thou fay fo? IAGO. She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when the feem'd to shake, and fear your looks. She lov'd them most. Отн. And fo fhe did. IAGO. Go to then ; She, that, so young, could give out fuch a seeming 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, Отн. Not a jot, not a jot. IAGO. Trust me, I fear it has : I hope you will confider what is spoke Comes from my love. But I do fee you're mov'd- To groffer iffues, not to larger reach, Than to fufpicion. OтH. I will not. IAGO. Should you do fo, my Lord, My Lord, I fee you're mov'd OTн. No, not much mov’d-......... Caffio's my worthy friend. I do not think but Defdemona's honeft. IAGO. Long live fhe fo! and long live you to think fo! IAGO. Ay, there's the point?-as (to be bold with you) Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, Foh! one may fmell, in fuch, a will moft rank, But, pardon me, I do not in pofition Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear, Отн. Farewel, farewel; let me know more : Отн. Why did I marry? This honeft creature, doubtlefs, Sees Sees, and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. JAGO. My Lord, I would I might intreat your Honour To scan this thing no further; leave it to time: Altho' 'tis fit that Caffio have his place, For fure, he fills it up with great ability; Yet if you please to hold him off a while, You fhall by that perceive him and his means; Note, if your lady strain his entertainment With any ftrong or vehement opportunity; Much will be feen in that. In the mean time, Let me be thought too bufy in my fears, (As worthy cause I have to fear I am) And hold her free, I do befeech your Отн. Fear not my government. IAGO. I once more take my leave. Honour. С НА Р. XXVIII. SHAKSPEARE. HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS MOTHER's MARRIAGE. OH that this too, too folid flesh would melt, Thaw, and refolve itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His cannon 'gainst self-slaughter! 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, Hyperion to a fatyr: fo loving to my mother, By what it fed on; yet within a month, Let me not think--Frailty, thy name is Woman! Ere yet the falt of moft unrighteous tears But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. CHA P. XXIX. SHAKSPEARE.. HAMLET AND NGELS and ministers of GHOST. defend us! grace HAMA Be thou a fpirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heav'n, or blafts from hell, Chou com'ft in fuch a questionable shape,. Let Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell, Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearfed in earth, 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 shall unfold. HAм. Speak, I am bound to hear. GHOST. So art thou to revenge when thou fhalt hear.. HAM. What ? GHOST. Iam thy father's fpirit; Doom'd for a certain term. to walk the night,, And for the day, confin'd to faft in fire : Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid I could a tale unfold, whole lightest word Would harrow up thy foul, freeze thy young blood, |