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Ham. It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gain-giving, as would, perhaps, trouble a woman. Hor. If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I will forestal their repair hither, and say, you are not
Ham. Not a whit, we defy augury; there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all: Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes? Let be. Enter KING, QUEEN, LAERTES, Lords, OSRIC, and Attendants with foils, &c.
King. Come, Hamlet, come. and take this hand from me.
[The KING puts the hand of LAERTES into that of HAMLET.
Ham. Give me your pardon, sir: I have done you wrong;
But pardon it, as you are a gentleman. This presence knows, and you must needs have heard,
How I am punish'd with a sore distraction. What I have done,
That might your nature, honour, and exception,
Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil
Laer. I am satisfied in nature, Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most To my revenge: but in my terms of honour, I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement, Till by some elder masters, of known honour, I have a voice and precedent of peace, To keep my name ungor'd: But till that time, I do receive your offer'd love like love, And will not wrong it.
Ham. I embrace it freely; And will this brother's wager frankly play. · Give us the foils; come on.
If Hamlet give the first or second hit,
The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,
Come, my lord.
Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit.
Well, again. King. Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine; Give him the cup. Here's to thy health.
[Trumpets sound; and cannon shot off within. Ham. I'll play this bout first, set it by awhile. Come.. Another hit; What say you? [They play. Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess. King. Our son shall win. Queen. He's fat, and scant of breath. Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows: The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet. Ham. Good madam,
Gertrude, do not drink. Queen. I will, my lord;- I pray you, pardon me. King. It is the poison'd cup; it is too late.
[Aside. by and by.
Ham. I dare not drink yet, madam;
I pray you, pass with your best violence;
Osr. Nothing neither way.
[LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then, in scuffling,
Osr. How is't, Laertes?
Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe,
I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
The drink, the drink; - I am poison'd! [Dies.
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
Then, venom, to thy work. [Stabs the KING.
Osr.& Lords. Treason! treason!
Drink off this potion: Is the union here?
[Dies. Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
I am dead, Horatio:- Wretched queen, adieu !-
Never believe it;
Ham. As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup; let go; by heaven I'll have it. O God! Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. · [March afar of, and shot within.
What warlike noise is this? Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, To the ambassadors of England gives This warlike volley.
On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice;
So tell him, with the occurrents, more or less, Which have solicited, The rest is silence. [Dies. Hor. Now cracks a noble heart;
sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! Why does the drum come hither?
Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and.
others. Fort. Where is this sight? Hor.
What is it, you would see? If aught of woe, or wonder, cease your search. Fort. This quarry cries on havock! - O proud death! What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so many princes, at a shot, So bloodily hast struck?
The sight is dismal; And our affairs from England come too late : The ears are senseless, that should give us hearing, To tell him, his commandment is fulfill'd, That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Where should we have our thanks?
Hor. Not from his mouth, Had it the ability of life to thank you; He never gave commandment for their death. But since, so jump upon this bloody question, You from the Polack wars, and you from England, Are here arriv'd; give order, that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view;
And let me speak, to the yet unknowing world, How these things came about: So shall you hear Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts;
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters;
Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause;
Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak, And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more: But let this same be presently perform'd,
Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance,
On plots, and errors, happen.
To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage,
Take up the bodies: : - Such a sight as this
DUKE OF VENICE.
LODOVICO, kinsman to Brabantio.
OTHELLO, the Moor:
CASSIO, his lieutenant;
THE MOOR OF VENICE.
RODERIGO, a Venetian gentleman.
MONTANO, Othello's predecessor in the government of
SCENE, -for the First Act, in VENICE; during the rest of the Play, at a Sea-Port in CYPRUS.
Venice. A Street.
Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
Clown, servant to Othello.
DESDEMONA, daughter to Brabantio, and wife te
EMILIA, wife to Iago.
BIANCA, a courtezan, mistress to Cassio.
Rod. Tush, never tell me, I take it much un
That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse,
More than a spinster; unless the bookish theorick,
As if the strings were thine,-should'st know of this.
As masterly as he mere prattle, without practice,
If ever I did dream of such a matter,
At Rhodes, at Cyprus; and on other grounds
Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy Christian and heathen,-must be be-lee'd and calm'd
Iago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones
In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, Sailors,
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
By debitor and creditor, this counter-caster ;
By heaven, I rather would have beer his hangman.
Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of
Preferment goes by letter, and affection,
To love the Moor.
I would not follow him then.
(God bless the mark!) his Moor-ship's ancient.
Iago. O, sir, content you; I follow him to serve my turn upon him : We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, For nought but provender; and, when he's old, cashier'd;
Whip me such honest knaves: Others there are,
Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul;
It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe, If he can carry't thus!
Call up her father, Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, Yet throw such changes of vexation on't, As it may lose some colour.
Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. Iago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire yell,
As when, by night and negligence, the fire
Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho!
If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent,
I thus would play and trifle with your reverence :
say again, hath made a gross revolt; Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes, In an extravagant and wheeling stranger,
Of here and every where: Straight satisfy yourself: If she be in her chamber, or your house,
Let loose on me the justice of the state For thus deluding you.
To lead their business in which regard,
Against the Moor: For, I do know, the state, —
Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely | Put into circumscription and confine
Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search;
How didst thou know 'twas she?-O, thou deceiv'st
What said she to you? Get more
Past thought! tapers;
Raise all my kindred.
The duke does greet you, general; Are they married think you? And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, Rod. Truly, I think, they are. Bra. O heaven! How got she out!· · O treason of the blood!
Even on the instant.
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds
Yes, sir; I have indeed.
At every house I'll call;
Bra. Pray you, lead on. may command at most ;And raise some special officers of night. On, good Roderigo; I'll deserve your pains. [Exeunt.
Oth. 'Tis better as it is.
SCENE II. The same.
Nay, but he prated, And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms Against your honour,
That, with the little godliness I have,
I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir,
But, look! what lights come
Enter CASSIO, at a distance, and certain Officers with torches.
Iago. These are the raised father, and his friends: You were best go in.
Not I: I must be found;
Iago. By Janus, I think no.
Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant.
Good signior, you shall more command with years,
Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her :