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It must not be: ir Cassio do remain,

Cas. That's one of them. He hath a daily beauty in his life,


O murderous slave! O Fillan; That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor

(lago stabs Roderigo May unfold me to him; there stand I in much Rod. O damn'd lago! O inhuman dog !peril :

0!0!0! No, he must die :-But so, I hear him coming. Iago. Kill men i'the dark ;-Where be these

bloody thieves ? Enter Cassio.

How silent is this town!-Ho! murder! murder! Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he ;-Villain, thou diest. What may you be ? are you of good, or evil ?

Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us. [Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at


Signior Lodovico ? Cassio.

Lod. He, sir. Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indecd,


I cry you mercy ; Here's Cassio burt But that my coat is better than thou think'st;

By villains. I will make proof of thine.

Gra. Cassio ? [Draws, and wounds Roderigo. lago.

How is it, brother ? Rod. 0, I am slain!

Cas. My leg is cut in two. (lago rushes from his post, culs Cassio behind


Marry, heaven forbid ! in the leg, and exit.

Light, gentlemen ; I'll bind it with my shirt. Cas. I am maim'd for ever :-Help, ho! murder! murder !


Enter Bianca.
Enter Othello, at a distance.

Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that
Oth. The voice of Cassio :-lago keeps his word. cried ?
Rod. O, villain that I am!

Iago. Who is't that cried ? Oth.

Hark! 'tis even so. Bian. O my dear Cassio! My sweet Cassio! Cas. 0, help! ho! light! a surgeon!

O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio ! Oth. 'Tis he ;-0 brave lago, honest, and just, lago. O notable strumpet !-Cassio, may you That hast such'noble sense of thy friend's wrong!

suspect Thou teachest me,-Minion, your dear lies dead, Who they should be, that have thus mangled And your fate hies apace:-Strumpet, I come:

you.? Forth" of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are Cas. No. blotied;

Gra. I am sorry, to find you thus: I have been Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be

to seek you. spotted.

[Exit Othello.

Iago. Lend me a garter: So.-0, for a chair, Enter Lodovico and Gratiano, at a distance. To bear him easily bence! Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage?? mur

Bian. Alas, he saints :-0 Cassio! Cassio!

Cassio! der! murder! Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very to be a party in this injury.

lago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash direful.

Patience a while, good "Cascio.-Come, come; Cas. 0, help! Lod. Hark!

Lend me a light.-Know we this face, or no ? Rod. O wretched villain!

Alas! my friend; and my dear countryman, Lod. Two or three groans ; it is a heavyè night; Roderigo? no :-Yes, sure; O heaven | Roderigo. These may be counterfeits ; let's think’t unsafe

Gra. What, of Venice?
To come in to the cry, without more help.

lago. Even he, sir ; did you know him?

Know him ? ay. Rod. Nobody come ? then shall I bleed to death.

lago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; Enter Iago, with a light.

These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,

That so neglected you. Lod. Hark!


I am glad to see you. Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light lago How do you, Cassio ?—0, a chair, a chair! and weapons.

Gra. Roderigo! Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that lago. He, he, 'tiş he:-0, that's well said ;-the cries on murder ?


[A chair brought in. Lod. We do not know.

Some good man bear him carefully from hence; lago.

Did you not hear a cry? I'll fetch the general's surgeon.-For you, mistress Cas. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me.

[To Bianca. lago.

What's the matter? Save von your lahour. He that lies slain bere, Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.

Cassio, Lod. The same, indeed; a very valiant fellow. Was my dear friend: What malice was between Iago. What are you here that cry so grievously?

you! Cas. lago? 0, 1 am spoil'd, undone by villains ! Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the man. Give me some help.

lago. (To Bian.) What, look you pale?-0, bear lago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done him out o'the air. this?

(Cassio and Rod. are borne eff. Cas. I think, that one of them is hereabout, Stay you, good gentlemen :-Look you pale, mis And cannot make away.

tress? Iago.

O treacherous villains!- Do you perceive the ghastness of her eye ?What are you there? come in, and give some help. Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon:

[To Lodovico and Gratiano. Behold her well;' I pray you, look upon her ; Rcd. O, help me here !

Do you see, gentlemen ? nay, guiltiness will speak (1) Out. (2) No passengers.

(3) Thick, cloudy.

Though tongues were out of use.


Amen, with all my heart !

Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me. Enter Emilia.

Oth. Humph ! Emil. 'Las, what's the matter ; what's the matter, Des. And yet I fear you : for you are fatal then, husband ?

When your eyes roll so: Why I should fear, I know lago. Cassio halh here been set on in the dark,

not, By Roderigo, and fellows thaf are 'scap'd; Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, I fear. He's alınost slain, and Roderigo dead.

Oth. Think on thy sins. Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio ! Des.

They are loves I bear to you. lago. This is the fruit of whoring.-Prythee, Olh. Ay, and for that thou diest. Emilia,

Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for loving. Go know of Çassio where he supp'd to-night:- Alas, why gnair you so your nether lip? What, do you shake at that?

Some bloody passion shakes your very frame: Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore These are portents; but yei, I hope, I hope, shake nui.

They do not point on me. lago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with me. Oih.

Peace, and be still. Emil. Fie, fie upon thec, strumpet!

Des. I will so: What's the matter ? Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest, Oth. That handkerchief, which I so lov'd, and As you that thus abuse me.

gave thee, Émil.

As I ? foh! fie upon thee! Thou gav'st to Cassio. Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio Des.

No, by my life and soul; dress'd :

Send for the man, and ask him. Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale.- Oth.

Sweet soul, take heed, Emilia, run you to the citadel,

Take heed of perjury; thou’rt on thy death-bed. And tell my lord and lady what has happ'd.

Des. Ay, but not yet to die. Will you go on, I pray ? - This is the night, (Aside. Olh.

Yes, presently: That either makes me, or fordoes' me quite. (Exe. Thererefore confess thee freely of thy sin; SCENE 11. A bed-chamber : Desdemona in bed Cannot remove, nor choke, the strong conception,

For to deny each article with oath, asleep. A light burning. Enter Othello.

That I do groan withal. Thou art to die. Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,- Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me! Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars !


I say, amen. It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Des. And have you mercy too!-I never did Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, Offend you in my life; never lov'd Cassio, And smooth as monumental alabaster.

But with such general warranty of heaven

[Takes off his sword. As I might love: I never gave him token. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in bis Put out the light, and then put out the light:?

hand. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,

O perjur'd woman! thou dost stone my heart, I can again thy former light restore,

And mak'st me call, what I intend to do,
Should I repent me:--but once put out thine, A murder, which I thought a sacrificc :*
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I saw the handkerchier.
I know not where is that Promethean heat,


He found it then; That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd thy I never gave it him :-Send for him hither, rose,

And let him confess a truth. I cannot give it vital growth again,


He hath consess'd. It needs must wither:-I'll smell it on the tree.- Des. What, my lord ?

(Kissing her. Oth. That he hath-us'd thee. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade


How? unlawfully ? Justice to break her sword!-One more, one more. Oth. Ay. Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, Des. He'll not say so. And love thee after :-One more, and this the last: Oth.

No, his mouth is stopp'd ;. So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep, Honest lago hath ta'en order for't.” But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heavenly; Des. My fear interprets then,- What, is he dead ? It strikes, where it doth love.-She wakes

Oth. Hád all his hairs been lives, my great reDes. Who's there? Othello ?

venge Oth.

Ay, Desdemona. Had stomach for them all. Des. Will you come to bed, my lord ?

Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone. Oth. Have you pray'd lo-night, Desdemona ? Oth. Out, strumpet! Weep'st thou for him to my Des.

face? Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime, Des. 0, banish me, my lord, but kill me not. Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace,

Olh. Down, strumpet ! Solicit for it straight.

Des. Kill me to-morrosv, let me live to-night. Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that? Oth. Nay, if you strive, Olh. Well, do it, and he brief; I will walk by : Des.

But half an hour. I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;


Being done, Nu, -Heaven forfend! :-I would not kill thy soul. There is no pause. Des. Talk you of killing?


But while I say one prayer. Olh.

Oth. It is too late.

(He smothers her. Des.

Then heaven Emil. (Within.] My lord, my lord! what hoi Have mercy on me!

my lord ! my lord! (1) Undoes, (2) i. e. The light of life. (4) A sacrifice atoning for thy crime. 13) Forbid. VOL. II



Ay, my lord.

Ay, I do.

(8) Aas taken measures.


with you,

Olh. What noise is this ?-Not dead? not yet Emil.

Thou art rash as fire, to say quite dead ?

That she was false ; 0, she was heavenly true! I, that am cruel, am yet merciful;

Oih. Cassio did tup her; ask thy husband else. I would not have thee linger in thy pain. - 0, I were dann'd beneath all depih in hell, So, so.

But that I did proceed upon just grounds Emil. [1'ilhin.] What ho! my lord, my lord! To this extremity; Thy husband knew it all. Otk.

Who's there? Emil. Niy husband / Emil. (iVithin.) (), good my lord, I would speak Oth. Thy husband. a word with you.

Einil. That she was false to wedlock? Oth. Jes;-'uis Emilia :-by and by:--She's Oth.

Ay, with Cassio dead.

Nay, had she been true, 'Tis like slie comes to speak of Cassio's death: If heaven would make me such another world 'The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving ? Of one entire and perfect chrysoliie, a Sell as the grave. Shall she counc in? Were't good ?, I'd not have sold her for it. I think, she stirs again:-10.--"That's the best? Emi!. My husband ? If she come in, she'll sure speak to iny wile:


Av, 'twas he that told me first; My wife! my wife! what wife?-I have no wife: An honest man he is, and hates the slime 0, insupportable! O heavy hour!

That sticks on filthy deeds. Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse


My husband ? Of sun and moon; and that the affrighted globe O!h. What needs this iterance, woman? I say, Should yawn at alteration.

thy husband. Emil." (Within.) I do beseech you I may speak Emil. O mistress, villany hath made mocks with

love!0, good my lord!

My husband say, that she was false? Oth. I had forgot thee: 0, come in, Emilia:- Oth.

He, woman; Soft, -by and by:-Let me the curtains draw.- I say, thy husband: dost understand the word ? Where art thou? What's the matter with thee My friend, thy husband, honest, honest lago. now!

(Unlocks the door. Emil. li he say so, may his pernicious scul Enter Emilia.

Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart; Emil. O, good my lord, yonder's foul murder She was too fond of her most filthy bargain. done.

Oih. Hla! Olh. What? now?


Do thy worst : Emil.

But now, my lord ! This died of thine is no more worthy heaven, Olh. It is the very crror of the moon;

Than thou hast worthy her. She comes more near the earth than she was wont, Oi!.

Peace, you were best. Aud makes men mad.

Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do ne Emil. Cassio, my lord, has killed a young Ve

harm, netian,

As I have to be hurt.* O gull! O dolt! Callid-Roderigo.

As ignorant as dirt! Thou hast done a deed,Olh. Roderigo kill'd!

I care not for thy sword; I'll make thee known, And Cassio kill'd ?

Though I lost twenty lives :–Help! help, ho! Emil. No, Cassio is not kill'd.

help! Olh. Not Cassio kill'd? Then murdur's out of The Moor has kill'd my mistress ; Murder! murder! tune,

Enter Montano, Gratiano, and lago. And sweet revenge grows harsh.

Mon. What is the matter?-How now, general ? Des. O, falscly, falsely murder'd!

Emil. O, are you come, lago? you have done Emil.

Alas! what cry is that? well, Oth. That! what?

That men must lay their murders on your neck. Emil. Out, and alas! that was my lady's voice:- Gra. What is the matter? Help! help, ho! help!-O lady, speak again! Emil. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a Sweet Desdemona! 0), sweet mistress, speak! Drs. A guiltless death I die.

He says, thou told'st him that his wife was false : Emil.

O, who hath done I know, thou didst not, thou’rt not such a villain; This deed ?

Spcak, for my heart is full. Des. Nobody; I invsell; farewell: Tago. I told him what I thought; and told no Commend me to my kind lord; O, farewell. [Dies.

Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd ? Than what he found himself was apt and true. Emil.

Alas, who knows? Emil. But did you ever tell him, she was false? Oth. You heard her say hersell, it was not I. lago. I did. Emil. She said so; I must needs report the Emil. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie; truth.

Upon my soul, a lic; a'wicked lie:Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell; She false with Cassio!--Did you say, with Cassio? Twas I that kill'd her.

lazo. With Cassio, mistress; Go to, charm your Einil. 0, the more angel she,

tongne. And you the blacker devil!

Emil. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound Olh. She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore.

to speak; Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil. My mistress here lics murder'd in her bed. Oth, She was false as water.

All. O heavens forfend!

Emil. And your reports have set the murder on. 1) It is supposed that some theatrical direction Oth. Nay, stare noi, masters; it is true, indeed. been omiited, and that, when Othello says, ' So

he then stabs her. After the repetition of (2) A precious stone. (3) Repetition. ounds, Desdemona might speak again with pro- 14) Niore can I bear than you dare execute.' cricly, and yet very soon expire,

(5) Forbid.

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Gra. 'Tis a strange truth.

Come, guard the door without; let him not pass, Mon. O monstrous act!

But kill him rather; I'll after that same villain, Emil.

Villany, villany, villany!- Por 'lis a damned slave. (Exe. Mon. and Gra. I think upon't, I think,-1 smell’t ;-0 villany! Oih.

I am not valiant neither I thought so then ?-I'll kill .nyself for grief.-- But every puny whipster gets my sword. O villany, villany!

But why should honour outlive honesty ? lago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get Let it go all. you home.

Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Emil.''Good gentlemen, let me have leave to Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan speak;

And die in music ;-Willow, willow, willow. "Tis proper I obey him, but not now:

Moor, she was chaste; she lov'd thée, cruel Moor J'erchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home.

So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true; Oth. 0! 010! [Hanging over his wife. So speaking as I think, I'die, -I die. [Dies. Emil.

Nay, lay thee down, and roar; Oih. I have another weapon in this chamber, For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent, It is a sword of Spain, the ice brook's temper;2. — That e'er did list up eye.

O, here it is :-Uncle, I must come forth. Oth.

0, she was foul !-[Rising. Gra. [Within.) If thou attempt it, it will cost I scarce did know you, uncle: There lies your niece, thee dear; Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. stopp'd :

Olh. Look in upon me then, and speak with me, I know, this act shows horrible and grim. Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee. Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's

Re-enter Gratiano. dead; Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief

Gra. What is the mater? Shore his old thread in twain : did he live now,


Behold! I have a weapon ; This sight would make him do a desperate turn,

A better never did itself sustain Yea, curse his better angel from his side,

Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, And fall to reprobation.

That, with this little arm, and this good sword, Olh. 'Tis pitiful : but yet Iago knows,

I have made my way through more impediments That she with Cassio haih the act of shame Than twenty times your stop:-But, О vain boast ! A thousand times committed; Cassio confess'd it: Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now.And she did gratify his amorous works

Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd; With that recognizance and pledge of love

Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, Which I first gave her: I saw it in his hand;

And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. It was a handkerchief, an antique token

Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear; My father gave my mother.

Man but a rush against Othello's breast, Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers !

And he retires ;- iVhere should Othello go?lago.

Come, hold your peace. Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench ! Emil. 'Twill out, 'twill out:-1 hold my peace, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,

Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt," No, I will speak as liberal' as the air ;

And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl? Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all,

Even like thy chastity.All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

O cursed, cursed slave !-Whip me, ye devils, Iago. Be wise, and get you home.

From the possession of this heavenly sight! Emil.

I will not.

Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur! [Iago offers to stab his wife. Wash me in steep-down gulss

of liquid fire! Gra.


O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead ?

Dead ? 0! 0! 0 ! Your sword upon a woman? Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou Enter Lodovico, Montano, Cassio, carried in a speak'st of,

chair, and Officers, with lago, prisoner. I found by fortune, and did give my husband;

Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate But often, with a solemn earnestness

man? (More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle,)

Oth. That's he, that was Othello; here I am. He begg'd of me to steal it.

Lod. Where is that viper ? bring the villain forth. Iago. Villanous whore !

Oih. I look down toward his feet;-but that's Emil. She gave it Cassio! no, alas; I found it,

a fable : And I did give't my husband.

If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. lago. Filth, thou liest.

(Othello wounds lago Emil

. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlemen: Lod. Wrench his sword from him. O murd'rous coxcomb! what should such a fool


I bleed, sir ; but not kill'd. Do with so good a wife?

Oth. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee live; [Iago stabs Emilia, then runs out. For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die. Oth. Are there no stones in heaven,

Lod. O thou Othello, that was once so good, But what serve for the thunder ?-Precious villain! Fallin in the practices of a cursed slave, Gra. The woman falls; sure he has kill'd his What shall be said to thee ? wife.


Why, any thing: Emil. Ay, ay; O lay me by my mistress' side !

An honourable murderer, if you will; Gra. He's gone, but his wife's kill'd.

For nought I did in hate, but all in honour. Mon. 'Tis à notorious villain. Take you this

Lod. This wretch haih in part confessed his vil. weapon,

lany: Which I have here recover'd from the Moor:

Did you and he consent in Cassio's death? (1) Free.

(2) Steel is hardened by being put red-hot into (3) Account. (4) To see if his feet be cliven. very cold water,

(5) By the stratagem.

sir ? no;

Olh. Ay.

Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee;-No way Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause.

but this, (Falling upon Desdemona Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon. Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

[Dries. Will you, I pray you, demand that demi-devil, Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body

weapon; lago. Demand me nothing: What you know, For he was great of heart. you know:


O Spartan dog, From this time forth I never will speak word. More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea! Lod. What? not to pray ?

Look on the tragic loading of this bed; [To lage. Gra.

Torments will ope your lips. This is thy work: the object poisons sight ;Oth. Well, thou dost best.

Let it be hid.-Gratiano, keep the house, Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath be- And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, fallin,

For they succeed to you.-To you, lord governor, Which, as I think, you know not: Here is a letter, Remains the censure of this hellish villain ; Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo; The time, the place, the torture,-0 enforce it! And here, another : the one of them imports Myself will straight aboard ; and, to the state, The death of Cassio to be undertook

This heavy act with heavy heart relate. (Exeunt. By Roderigo. Olh. O villain! Cas. Most heathenish, and most gross!

Lod. Now here's another discontented paper, The beauties of this play impress themselves so Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems, strongly upon the attenticn of the reader, that they Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain; can draw no aid from critical illustration. The But that, belike, lago in the interim

fiery openness of Othello, magnanimous, artless, Came in and satisfied him.

and credulous, boundless in his confidence, ardent Oth,

O the pernicions caitiff!- in his affection, inflexible in his resolution, and How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief obdurate in his revenge; the cool malignity of lago, That was my wife's ?

silent in his resentment, subtle in his designs, and Cas.

I found it in my chamber : studious at once of his interest and his vengeance; And he himself confess'd, but even now,

the soft simplicity of Desdemona, confident of mere That there he dropp'd it, for a special purpose, is, and conscious of innocence, her artless persereWhich wrought to his desire.

rance in her suit, and her slowness to suspect that Oth.

O fool! fool! fool! she can be suspected, are such proofs of Shaks Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter, peare's skill in human nature, as, I suppose, it is How he upbraids lago, that he made him vain to seek in any modern writer. The gradual Brave me on the watch; whereon it came progress which lago makes in the Moor's conviction, That I was cast : And even but now he spake, and the circumstances which he employs to indame After long seeming dead,—Iago hurt him, him, are so artfully natural, that, though it will, lago set him on.

perhaps, not be said of him as he says of himself, Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us; that he is a man not easily jealous, yet we cannot Your power and your command is taken off, but pity him, when at last we find him perplexed And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave,- in the extreme. If there be any cunning cruelty,

There is always danger, lest wickedness, conThat can torment him

much, and hold him long, joined with abilities, should steal upon esteem, It shall be his. You shall close prisoner rest, though it misses of approbation ; but the character Till that the nature of your fault be known. of lago is so conducted, that he is from the first To the Venetian state : -Come, bring him away. scene to to the last hated and despised.

Oth, Soft you; a word or two, before you go. Even the inferior characters of this play would I have done the state some service, and they know it; be very conspicuous in any other piece, not only No more of that:-I pray you, in your letters, for their justness, but their strength. Cassio is When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, brave, benevolent, and honest, ruined only by his Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, want or stubbornness to resist an insidious invitaNor set down aught in malice: then must you speak tion. Roderigo's suspicious credulity, and imp&or one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well; tient submission to the cheats which he sees pracOr one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought, tised upon him, and which, by persuasion, he suf Perplex'd in the extreme ; of one, whose hand, fers to be reneated, exhibit a strong picture of a Like the base Júdean, threw a pearl away, weak mind, betrayed by unlawful desires, to a Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdu'd false friend; and ihe virtue of Emilia is such as eyes,

we often find, worn loosely, but not cast off, easy Albeit unused to the melting mood,

to commit small crimes, but quickened and alarmed Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees

at atrocious villanies. Their medicinal gum: Set you down this :

The scenes from the beginning to the end are And say, besides,--that in Aleppo once,

busy, varied by happy interchanges, and regularly Where a malignant and a turband Turk

promoting, the progression of the story; and the Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,

narrative in the end, though it teils but what is I took by the throat the circumcised dog, known already, yet is necessary to produce the And smote him-thus.

[Slabs himself. death of Othello. Lod. O bloody period !

Had the scene opened in Cyprus, and the prece Gra. All, that's spoke, is marria.ding incidents been occasionally related, there had

been little wanting to a drama of the most exact (1) Judgment.

and scrupulous regularity. JOHNSON.



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