Have children climb'd those knees, and kissed that face? 10 Statue of flesh--immortal of the dead! Posthumous man, who quitt'st thy narrow bed, And standest undecayed within our presence, Thou wilt hear nothing till the Judgment morning, When the great trump shall thrill thee with its warning. 11 Why should this worthless tegament endure, If its undying guest be lost forever? 5 10 15 20 O let us keep the soul embalmed and pure Iago. My noble lord Oth. What dost thou say, Iago? Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you wooed my lady, Know of your love? Oth. He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask? No further harm. Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago? Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted with her. Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed :--Discern'st thou aught in Is he not honest ? Iago. Honest, my lord? Oth. Ay, honest. Iago. My lord, for aught I know. Oth. What dost thou think? Iago. Think, my lord? Oth. Think, my lord! Why, thou echo'st me, Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something; I heard thee say but now, "thou lik'dst not that,”When Cassio left my wife. What didst not like? 25 And, when I told thee, he was of my counsel In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst, "Indeed!" 30 Show me thy thought. Iago. My lord, you know I love you. Oth. I think, thou dost : And, for I know thou art full of love and honesty, And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath, 35 Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more : For such things, in a false, disloyal knave, 40 45 Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just, Iago. For Michael Cassio, I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest. Iago. Men should be what they seem; Or, those that be not, 'would they might seem none ! Iago. Why then, I think that Cassio is an honest man. I pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts 50 The worst of words. Iago. Good, my lord, pardon me; I am not bound to that all slaves are free to. Utter my thoughts ?-Why, say, they are vile and false; 55 As where's that palace, whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast so pure, Keep leets, and law-days, and in sessions sit Shakspeare. Macd. SEE, who comes here? Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Mal. I know him now. Pray heaven, betimes remove 5 The means, that make us strangers! Rosse. Sir, Amen. Macd. Stands Scotland where it did? Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot 10 Be called our mother, but our grave; where nothing, 15 Is there scarce asked, for whom; and good men's lives Expire before the flowers in their caps, 20 25 30 Dying, or e'er they sicken. Macd. O, relation, Too nice, and yet too true! Mal. What is the newest grief? Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker. Each minute teems a new one. Macd. How does my wife? Rosse. Why, well. Macd, And all my children? Rosse. Well too. Macd. The tyrant has not battered at their peace ? them. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; how goes it? Rosse. That would be howled out in the desert air, Where hearing should not latch them. Macd. What concern they? The general cause? or is it a fee-grief, 35 Due to some single breast? Rosse. No mind, that's honest, But in it shares some woe; though the main part Macd. If it be mine, 40 Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. 45 Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue forever, Macd. Ah! I guess at it. Rosse. Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes Were, on the quarry of these murdered deer, Mal. Merciful heaven! 50 What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; 55 60 Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all that could be found. Macd. And I must be from thence! my wife killed too? Rosse. I have said. Mal. Be comforted : Let's make us medicines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief. Macd. I shall do so; But I must also feel it as a man. I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now! Gesler, the tyrant, Sarnem, his officer, and William Tell, a Swiss peasant. Sar. Down, slave, upon thy knees before the governor, And beg for mercy. Ges. Does he hear? Sar. He does, but braves thy power. [To Tell.] Down, slave, And ask for life. 5 10 Ges. [To Tell.] Why speakest thou not? Ges. Wonder? Tell. Yes, that thou shouldst seem a man. Tell. A monster. Ges. Ha! Beware!--think on thy chains. Tell. Though they were doubled, and did weigh me Prostrate to earth, methinks I could rise up 15 Of telling thee, usurper, to thy teeth, 20 Thou art a monster.--Think on my chains! Ges. Darest thou question me? Ges. Beware my vengeance. Tell. Can it more than kill? Tell. No, not enough -- It cannot take away the grace of life25 The comeliness of look that virtue givesIts port erect, with consciousness of truth- Its rich attire of honourable deeds Its fair report that's rife on good men's tongues :--- 30 Than it can pluck his brightness from the sun, 35 40 Ges. But it can make thee writhe. Tell. It may, and I may say, Go on, though it should make me groan again. Tell. From the mountains. Ges. Canst tell me any news from them? Tell. Ay;-they watch no more the avalanche. Tell. Because they look for thee. The hurricane |