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All these to hear
Would Desdemona seriously incline ;
But still the house affairs would draw her thence
Which ever as she could with haste dispatch,
She'd come again, and with a greedy ear
Devour up my discourse: which I observing,
Took once a pliant hour, and found good means
To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
Whereof by parcels she had fomething heard,
But not distinctively; I did consent,
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did fpeak of fome distressful stroke,
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of fighs ;
She swore in faith, 'twas ftrange, 'twas passing strange,
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful-
She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wilh'd
That heaven had made her such a man ;- -the thank'd

me,
And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story;
And that would woo her. On this hint I spake;
She lov'd me for the dangers I had past,
And I lov'd her, that she did pity them.

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O my soul's joy! If after every tempeft comes such calms, May the winds blow, till they have weaken'd death: (6) And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas

Olympus (6) And, &c.] This is plainly taken from that Pfalm, which the Reader will find quoted in n. 15.p. 112. vol. 2.the latter part of

Olympus high; and duck again as low
As heli's from heaven. If I were now to die,
'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear
My soul hath her content fo absolute,
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.

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(7) Excellent wretch! perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee, and when I.lore thee not, Chaos is come again.

Othello's

this passage is very like one in the Eunuch of Terence, where Cleria in a transport of delight, breaks out into the following exclamation ;

Proh Jupiler!
Nunc tempus profecto est, cum perpeti me porum interfici,
Ne vita aliquâ hoc gaudium contaminet agritudine.

A. 3. Sc. 5.
Oh Jupiter!
Now is the time that I could gladly yield to death;
Left life with some affliction should pollute
My heart's content.

G. E. (7) Wretch] This word is found in all the copies; but ne. vertheless Mr. Theobald, and the Oxford editor read wench, which tho' doubtless it was “not formerly used in the low and vulgar acceptation, it is at present,” yet I am persuaded Shakespear gave us wretch, and Mr. Upton's remark seems very jult and beautiful : speaking of Difdemora's name, which is detiv'd from Ausdarkwv, i. e. the unfórtur:atc ; he says, “ and I make no question, but Othello, in his rapturous admiration, with some allusion to her name exclaims, Excellent wretch," &c.

The ancient tragedians are full of these allusions ; fome inItances I have mention'd above ; this rapturous exclamation and allusion too has something ominous in it; and instances of these presaging and ominous expreffions our poet is full of.” See Criticai Obfervations, p. 303.

Othello's first Suspicion. Think, my lord! why, by heaven thou echo'it me As if there were some monster in thy thought Too hideous to be shewn. Thou dost mean something; I heard thee say but now, thou lik'ít not that. When Caffio left my wife. What didît not like? And when I told thee, he was of my counsel, Of my whole course of wooing; thou criedit, indeed? And didit contract and purse thy brow together ; As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain Some horrible conceit : if thou dost love me Shew me thy thought.

Iago. My lord, you know I love you.

Oth. I think thou dost : And for I know thou’rt full of love and honesty, And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'it them breath, Therefore, these stops of thine fright me the more : For such things in a false, difloyal knave, Are tricks of custom ; but in a man that's just, They're cold dilations working from the heart, That pafsion cannot rule.

Reputation. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls ; (8) Who steals my purse steals trash, 'tis something, nothing;

'Twas

(8) Who, &c.] Mr. Theobald obseryes, Of riches, and other temporal poffeffions being uncertain, and often changing their masters, we meet with several passages in the classics, which might have given our author a hint for this sentiment. Nunc ager, &c.

Hor. Sat, 2. 1. 2.
That which was once Ofellus farm is gone,
Now callid Umbrina's, but 'tis no man's own;

None

'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor

indeed.

SCÈNE VI. Othello's Soliloquy after having been

work'd up to Jealousy by Iago.
This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
And knows all qualities with a learned spirit,
Of human dealings. (9) If I prove her haggard,
Though that her jesses were my dear heart strings,
I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind
To prey at fortune. Haply, for I'm black,
And have not those foft parts of conversation,
That chamberers have; or for I am declin'd
Into the vale of

years, yet

that's not much
She's
gone, I am abus'd, and my

relief
Must be to loath her. Oh, the curse of marriage!
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad,
And live

upon

the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love, For others uses.

SCENE

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None hath the property : it comes and goes,
As merry chance or stubborn fates dispose :
As gods think fit, and their firm nods decree,
Now to be us’d by others, then by me.

Creech.
This Lucian feems to have imitated in an epigram:

ΑγρΘ- Αχαιμενιδε, &c.
I once was Achæmenides his land,

And now Menippus claims me for his own,
Thus pass I still from one to t’others hand;

Nor this nor that man's; I belong to none,

But change as fortune pleases to command. (9) If, &c.] All the metaphor here is taken from falconry, and inost beautifully kept up.

Scene VII. Jealousy.

Trifles light as air, Are to the jealous, confirmations strong, As proofs of holy writ.

SCENE VIII. The Tortures of Jealousy.

Enter Othello.

lago. Look, where he comes! not poppy, nor man

dragora,
Nor all the drowsy fyrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine ihee to that sweet sleep,
Which thou ow'dst yesterday.

Oth, Ha! false to me!
lago. Why, how now, general, no more of that.

Otb. Avant, be gone, thou hast set me on the wreck;
I swear 'tis better to be much abused,
Than but to know a little.

lago. How, my lord ?

Oth. What sense had I of her stol'n hours of luft?
I saw't not, thought it not, it harin'd not me:
I slept the next night well, fed well, was free and

merry,
I found not Cofio's kifles on her lips ;
He that is robb’d, not wanting what is ftol'n,
Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all.

Ingo. I am sorry to hear this.

Oih. I had been happy, if the general camp,
Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known. Oh now,
Farewel the tranquil mind. Farewel content ;
Farewel the plumed troops, and the big war,
That make ambition virtue! Oh farewel,
Farewel the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, th'ear piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,

for ever

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