Oth. Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out of the way? Des. Heaven bless us! Oth. Say you? Des. It is not lost; But what and if it were? Oth. Ha! Des. I say, it is not lost. Oth. Fetch't, let me see it. Des. Why, so I cars, sir, but I will not now; This is a trick, to put me from my suit; I pray, let Cassio be receiv'd again. Oth. Fetch me that handkerchief: my mind misgives. Des. Come, come; You'll never meet a more sufficient man. Oth. The handkerchief, Hath founded his good fortune on your love, Des. I pray, talk me of Cassio. Oth. The handkerchief,- A man that, all his time, Oth. The handkerchief, Away! [Exit OTHELLO Shar'd dangers with you ; Des. In sooth, You are to blame. Oth. Emil. Is not this man jealous? Des. I ne'er saw this before. Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief: I am most unnappy in the loss of it. Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man: Look you! Cassio and my husband. Enter IAGO, and CASSIO. Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't; And, lo, the happiness! go, and importune her. Des. How now, good Cassio? what's the news with you? Cas. Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you, That, by your virtuous means, I may again Exist, and be a member of his love. Des. My advocation is not now in tune; Alas! thrice-gent.le Cassio, My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him, Were he in favor, as in humor, alter'd. So help me, every spirit sanctified, As I have spoken for you all my best, And stood within the blank of his displeasure, For my free speech! You must a while be patient: What I can do, I will; and more I will, Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you. Iago. Is my lord angry ? Emil. He went hence but now, And, certainly, in srange unquietness. Iago. Can he be angry? Something of moment, then: I will go meet him; There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. Des. I pr'ythee do so. - Something, sure, of state,- [Exit IAGO Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd practice, Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him, Hath puddled his clea spirit: and, in such cases, Though great ones are their object. Nay, we must think, nen are not gods; As fit the bridal. Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you think, Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause. Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they are jealous. Des. I will go seek Othello.-Cassio, walk hereabout: If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit, And seek to affect it to my uttermost. Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship. [Exeunt DEDEMONA, and EMILIA. The catastrophe of this noble domestic tragedy, is foreshadowed in our extracts. Othello, convinced of his wife's dishonor, is instigated by rage and jealousy to take her life. But the innocence of Desdemona is proved by the confesson of Emilia, and the discovery of Iago's treachery. Othello, overwhelmed with grief and remorse destroys bimself, and Iago is delivered a prisoner into the hands of justice. THE TEMPEST. The TEMPEST is supposed to be the last production of Shakspeare's mighty genius ; as it is generally acknowledged to be the most original and perfect of his works. In this Play the Poet has literally "given to ary nothings a local habitation and a name," endowing them with qualities and furnishing them with a fitness of language, which invest these creatures of his imaginings win all the charm and semblance of reality. The story is simple in its construction, yet it is deeply interesting. Our selections pr sent the main incidents of the pot in consecutive succession. PERSONS REPRESENTED. ALONZO, King of Naples. SEBASTIAN, his brother. PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of Milan. ANTONIO his brother, the usurping Duke of Milan. FERDINAND, son to the King of Naples. GONZALO, an honest old counsellor of Naples. ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, lords. CALBAN, a savage and deformed slave. TRINCULO, a jester. STEPHANO, a drunken butler. Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners. MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero. ARIEL, an airy spirit. IRIS, CERES, JUNO, Nymphs, Reapers, spirits. Other spirits attending on Prospero. ACT I. SCENE. The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island. Prospero, the rightful Duke of Milan, has been dethroned by his brother Antonio, and banished from his dominions. Prospero seeks refuge in a desert island, with his daughter Miranda, and by magic arts, surrounds himself with "potent spirits," which are obedient to his wil. Having learned by his "magic" that his brother Antonio has embarked in a vessel for Naples, in company with Alonzo, King of Naples, the king's son, Ferdinand, together with certain lords of Milan and Naples, Prospero commands his trusty spirit Ariel, to wreck the vessel near the island, but to save the lives of the noble passengers and crew, and bring them safely to shore. Prospero and his daughter Miranda witness the destruction of the vessel, SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, The freighting souls within her. Pro. Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done. Mira. Pro. O, woe the day! No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father. Mira. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pro. 'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me. -So; [Lays down his mantle. Lie there my art. - Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd, that there is no soul No, not so much perdition as a hair, Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; For thou must now know further. Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition; Concluding, Stay, not yet. Pro. The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not Out three years old. Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. 'Tis far off: And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants: Had I not Four or five women once, that tended me? Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. Mira. But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since, Thy father was the duke of Milan, and A prince of power. Mira. Sir, are not you my father? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was duke of Milan; and his only heir A princess, no worse issued. Mira. O, the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence; Or blessed was't, we did ? Pro. By foul play, as thou say'st, •But blessedly holp hither. Mira. Beth, both, my girl; O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen* that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, I pray thee, mark me, that a brother should * Sorrow. |