If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'st his ear A stranger to thy thoughts. Think I, perchance, am vicious in my guess, Oth. What dost thou mean? lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls. dear my Who steals my purse, streals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thou sands: But he that filches from me my good name, Oth. I'il know thy thoughts Jago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody. Iago. O beware, my lord, of jealousy: Iago. Poor and content, is rich, and rich enough; But riches endless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor. Good Heav'n! the souls of all my trihe defend From jealousy! Oth. Why, why is this? Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy? With fresh suspicions?'Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Iago. I'm, glad of this; for now I shall have reason To shew the love and duty that I hear you 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 lov'd them most. Oth. And so she did. Iago. 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'm much to blame; I humbly do beseech you of your pardon, For too much loving you. Oth. I am bound to you for ever. Iago. I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits. Oth. Not a jot, not a jot. I hope you will consider what is spoke Oth. I will not. Iago. Should you do so, my Lord, My speech would fall into such vile success, Which my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy friend. My lord, I see you're mov'd Oth. No, not much mov'd 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's erring from itself Iago. Ay, there's the point!-as (to be bold with you) Not to affect many proposed matches Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, Oth. Farewel, farewel; If more thou dost perceive, let me know more : Set on thy wife t' observe. Leave me, Iago. Iago. My lord, I take my Oth. Why did I marry ? leave. This honest creature, doubtless 9 Sees, and knows more, much more than he un folds. Iago. My lord, I would I might intreat your Honour To scan this thing no further; leave it to time; Altho' 'tis fit that Cassio have his place, And hold her free, I do beseech your Honour. SHAKESPEARE. CHAP. X X V III. Hamlet's Soliloquy on his Mother's marriage. H that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew; Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable That grows to seed; things rank and gross in na ture, Possess it merely. That it should come to this! So excellent a king, nay, not so much; not that was to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, him Why she would hang on As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on: yet within a month Let me not think-Frailty, thy name is Woman! A little month! or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body, My father's brother; but no more like my father But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. SHAKESPEARE. Hamlet and Ghost. Ham. ANGELS and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit 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'st in such a questionable shape, may ? Hath op'd his pond'rous and marble jaws, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Ham. I will. |