FROM OTHELLO. 123 made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. OTHELLO'S ACCOUNT OF HIS COURTSHIP OF DESDEMONA. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,1 My very noble and approved good masters,— That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; And therefore little shall I grace my cause, In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, (For such proceeding I am charged withal), Her father loved me; oft invited me; From year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes, I ran it through, even from my boyish days, Of moving accidents by flood, and field; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach; And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history: Wherein of antres3 vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills, whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak;-such was the process; And of the cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear, 1 The Venetian senate, before whom the defence is made. 2 Conduct, behaviour. 3 Caves. Lat. antrum. Tales of these were common in the books of travels of the time, in Mandeville and Raleigh. Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence ; She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore-In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it; yet she wish'd That Heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me; And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint, I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd; And I loved her, that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used. Act v. Scene 2. OTHELLO'S SOLILOQUY BEFORE HE MURDERS HIS WIFE. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,— When I have pluck'd thy rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, Not in a consecutive story. The abruptness of this commencement, denoting it to be the sudden thinking aloud of a mind in a tumult of horrible emotions, is finely conceived. "It is the cause of what I am about to do, not the action itself, that thus racks my soul." Compare the states of mind represented by Shakespeare in Macbeth, Act I. Sc. 3, and in Brutus, Julius Caesar, Act II. Sc. I. FROM KING LEAR. It needs must wither:-I'll smell it on the tree; 125 [Kissing her. Oh balmy breath, that dost almost persuade But they are cruel1 tears. This sorrow's heavenly;2 FROM KING LEAR. Act III. Scene 2. LEAR IN THE STORM. A heath.-Lear, Kent, the Fool. Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience, * * * Kent. Alas, Sir, are you here? Things that love night, And make them keep their caves. Since I was man, Remember to have heard. The affliction, nor the fear. Lear. Man's nature cannot carry Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, Unwhipp'd of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Hast practised on man's life!-close pent-up guilts, These dreadful summoners grace.-I am a man Kent. Alack, bare-headed! Gracious my Lord, hard by here is a hovel; 1 Cruel to others, if they should cause me to yield and spare her to "betray more men:" or cruel because I am compelled to weep while about to perform a cruel action. "This tenderness, with which I lament the punishment which justice compels me to inflict, is a holy passion."-Johnson. The reference is to Heb. xii. 6, "Whom the Lord loveth, he chasteneth. "A west-country word signifying to scare or frighten."-Warburton. ♦ Coverings. Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest; Their scanted courtesy. Lear. My wits begin to turn.— Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? art cold? The art of our necessities is strange, [To Kent.2 That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Act III. Scene 4. Kent. Here is the place, my lord; good my lord, enter: The tyranny of the open night's too rough For nature to endure. Lear. [Storm still. Let me alone. Wilt break my heart? Kent. Good my lord, enter here. Kent. I'd rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter. Invades us to the skin; so 'tis to thee; But where the greater malady is fixed, The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a bear; But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea, Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free, The body's delicate: the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else, Save what beats there.-Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand, For lifting food to't?-but I will punish home :— To shut me out!-Pour on; I will endure : In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril !— Kent. Good my lord, enter here. Lear. Pr'ythee, go in thyself; seek thine own ease; This tempest will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more. But I'll go in: In, boy; go first.-[To the Fool.] You houseless poverty,— Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. 1 The palace of Lear's daughters. Servant: knabe (German), a boy. [Fool goes in. * Kent is disguised as Lear's attendant. FROM KING LEAR. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, Act v. Scene 3. DEATH OF LEAR. Albany, Kent, Edgar, Officer, etc. Enter Lear, with Cordelia3 dead in his arms. 127 Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl!-O, you are men of stone; That heaven's vault should crack:-She's gone for ever! If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Kent. Is this the promised end? Edg. Or image of that horror? Fall, and cease!* Lear. This feather stirs ; she lives! if it be so, That ever I have felt. Kent. O my good master! [Kneeling. Lear. Pr'ythee, away. 'Tis noble Kent, your friend. Edg. Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all! What is't thou sayest?-Her voice was ever soft, Lear. Did I not, fellow? I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion I would have made them skip: I am old now, Mine eyes are none o' the best :—I'll tell you straight. 1 Have too little regarded this when I had the power of a king. 2 Superfluity. His youngest daughter, who had been put to death by the orders of the traitor Edmund. Looking on Lear's ineffectual efforts to restore his daughter, he says, "Rather fall and cease to be at once, than continue in existence only to be wretched."Steevens. |