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Where virtue is, these make more virtuous.
IAGO. I'm glad of this; for now I shall have reafon
I know our country-difpofition well;
OTн. Doft thou say fo?
IAGO. She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when she feem'd to shake, and fear your looks, She lov'd them most.
ОTH. And fo fhe did.
IAGO. Go to then;
She, that, fo young, could give out such a seeming
He thought 'twas witchcraft-But I'm much to blame ;
I humbly do beseech 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.
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—
I am to pray you, not to ftrain my speech
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
Oтн. No, not much mov'd
I do not think but Defdemona's honeft.
IAGO. Long live fhe fo! and long live you to think so! Oтн. 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:
Отн. Farewel, farewel;
If more thou doft perceive, let me know more :
JAGO. My Lord, I take my leave.
Отн. Why did I marry ?
This honeft creature, doubtless,
Sees, and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.
IAGO. My Lord, I would I might entreat 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 strong or vehement importunity; Much will be seen 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 Honour. Отн. Fear not my government.
IAGO. I once more take my leave,
CHA P. XXVIII.
HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS MOTHER's MARRIAGE,
OH that this too too folid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlafting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst felf-flaughter!
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 ;-
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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!
It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
and minifters of grace defend us!
Be thou a fpirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heav'n, or blasts from hell, Be thy intent wicked or charitable,
Thou com'ft in fuch a questionable shape,
That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet,
Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell,
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 serious hearing
To what I fhall unfold.
HAM. Speak, I am bound to hear.
GHOST. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear,
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,
Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
I could a tale unfold, whofe lightest word