Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend, Oth. Why, why is this? Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon Is With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt Iago. I am glad of this, for now I shall have reason To show the love and duty that I bear you With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound, I know our country disposition well; In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience Is—not to leave undone, but keep unknown. Oth. Dost thou say so? Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when she seem'd to shake, and fear your looks, She loved them most. Oth. And so she did. Iago. Why, go to, then : She that, so young, could give out such a seeming, To seal her father's eyes up close as oak He thought 'twas witchcraft: - But I am much to blame; I humbly do beseech you of your pardon, For too much loving you. Oth. I am bound to thee for ever. Iago. I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits. Oth. Not a jot, not a jot. Iago. Trust me I fear it has. I hope, you will consider, what is spoke Comes from my love: But I do see you are moved; To grosser issues, nor to larger reach Than to suspicion. Oth. I will not. Iago. Should you do so, my lord, My speech should fall into such vile success As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy friend: My lord, I see you are moved. Oth. No, not much moved : I do not think but Desdemona's honest. Iago. Long live she so! and long live you to think so! Oth. And yet how nature erring from itself Iago. Ay, there's the point:— As, to be bold with youNot to affect many proposed matches, Of her own clime, complexion, and degree; Whereto, we see, in all things nature tends : Oth. Farewell, farewell: If more thou dost perceive, let me know more; Oth. Why did I marry? This honest creature, doubtless, Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. Iago. My lord, I would I might entreat your honor, And though it be fit that Cassio have his place (As worthy cause I have, to fear I am) Iago. I once more take my leave. (Exit.) Than keep a corner in the thing I love, SHAKSPERE. HAMLET, HORATIO, MARCELLUS, AND BERNARDO. Horatio. Hail to your lordship. Hamlet. I am glad to see you well: Horatio or I do forget myself. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus? Marcellus. My good lord Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, sir. (to Bernardo.) But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so: Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Hor. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon. My lord? Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Ham. Saw! who? Hor. My lord, the king your father. Ham. The king my father! Hor. Season your admiration for a while, With an attent ear; till I may deliver, Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you. Ham. For God's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, in their watch, In the dead waste and middle of the night, Appears before them, and, with solemn march, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me, And I with them, the third night, kept the watch, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, Ham. But where was this? Hor. Upon the platform where we watch'd. Ham. Did you not speak to it? Hor. My lord, I did; But answer made it none; yet once, methought, Itself to motion, like as it would speak: But, even then, the morning cock crew loud; And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, And vanished from our sight. |