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How he upbraids lago, that he made him

Their medicinal gam : Set you down this : Brave me on the watch ; whereon it came And say, besides,--that in Aleppo once, That I was cast ; and even but now he spake, Where a malignant and a turban'a Turk After long seeming dead,-lago burt him,

Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state, Jago set bim on.

I took by the throat the circumcised dog, Lod. You must forsake this room, and go | And sinote him-thus.

[Stabs himself. with us;

Lod. O bloody period ! Your power and your command is taken off. Gra. All, that's spoke, is marr'd. And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave, | Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee ;--No way If there be any cunning cruelty,

but this, That can torment him much, and hold him

[Falling upon DESDEMONA. long,

Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. It shall be his : You shall close prisoner rest,

(Dies. Till that the nature of your fault be known

Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no To the Venetian state :- Come, bring him

weapon ; away.

For he was great of heart. Oth, Soft you ; a word or two, before you go. Lod. O Spartan dog, I have done the state some service, and they More fell than anguish, bunger, or the sea ! know it;

Look on the tragic loading of this bed ; No more of that :- I pray you, in your letters,

(TO LAGO. When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, This is thy work; the objeet poisons sight ;Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Let it be hid.Gratiano, keep the house, Nor set down aught in malice : tben must you and seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, speak

For they succeed to you.--To you, lord goverof one that lov'd not wisely, but too well :

nor, of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Remains the censure of this hellish villain ; Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand, The time, the place, the torture,- enforce it! Like the base Júdean, threw a pearl away, Myself will straight aboard ; and, to the state, Richer than all his tribe ; of one, whose subdu'd This heavy act with heavy heart relate. eyes,

(Excunt Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees

• Sentence. .

THE reader will frequently be at a loss to reconcile the order and passages of Othello, as given in the present edition, with their accustomed delivery on the stage ; but it is considered a trifting inconvenience, when counteracted by the pleasure of possessing (as nearly as the most authentic resources can afford them,) the actual language and construction of the drama, as given by Shakspeare. In the authorized copies of the prompters' books, and in many editions reprinted from them, the beauty of the original has been somewhat obscured by green-room critics, of conflicting taste, and obsequious managers, more penny-wise than poetical. The scene with the musicians, which introduces Act 11.--that incongruous nuisance, the clown---and that equally troublesome excrescence, Bianca tbe prostitute --are bowever, with real judgment, omitted in the representation ; and many of the less important passages, such as occur in the scene before the senate---in the soliloquies of lago---iD the dialogues between Montano and a gentleman of Cyprus, on the tempest of the preceding night, and between Desdemonn and Emilia, on the temptations to adultery, are very considerably abridged. Tbe order of the scenes is also perpetually varied; each theatrical copartnership retaining its peculiar programme of Richard or Othello. in common with its wardrobe, thunder, side-scenes, and mould-candles.

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LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. IN 1582 Mr. Arthur Brooke published a poem on "The Tragicall Historie of Romeus and Juliett;" the materials

for which he chiefly obtained from a French translation (by Boisteau) of an Italian novel by Luigi da Porto, a Venetian gentleman, who died in 1529. A prose translation of Boisteau's work was also published 1576, by Paister, in his Palace of Pleasure, vol. II. ; and upon the incidents of these two works, especially of the poem, Malone decides that Shakspeare constructed his entertaining tragedy. Dr. Johnson has declared this play to be “ one of the most pleasing of Shakspeare's performances :" but it contains some breaches of irregularity-.. many superfuities, tumid conceits, and bombastie ideas, inexcusable even in a lover ; with a continued recur. rence of jingling periods and trifling quibbles, which obscure the sense, or disgust the reader. Several of the characters are, however, charmingly designed, and not less happily executed; the catastrophe is intensely affecting : the incidents various and expressive ; and as the passion which it delineates is one of universal acceptance in the catalogue of human wishes, the tinder-like character of the lady, and the notable constancy of the gentleman, are forgotten in the dangers and the calamities of both. The numerous rhymes which occur, are probably seedlings from Arthur Brooke's stock plant. “ The nurse (says Dr. Johnson) is one of the characters in which Shakspeare delighted : he has, with great subtilty of distinction, drawu her at once loquacious and secret, obsequious and insolent, trusty and dishonest."


| ABRAM, Servant to Montague. PARIS, a young Nobleman, Kinsman to the AN APOTHECARY. Prince.

MONTAGUE, 1 Heads of two Houses at vari. CHORUS.-BOY, Page to Paris.-PETER, an
CAPULET, S ance with each other.

AN OLD MAN, Uncle to Capulet.
ROMEO, Son to Montague.

LADY MONTAGUE, Wife to Montague.
MERCUTIO, Kinsman to the Prince, and Friend LADY CAPULET, Wife to Capulet.
to Romeo.

JULIET, Daughter to Capulet. BENTOLIO, Nephew to Montague, and Friend Nurse to Juliet.

to Romeo. TYBALT, Nephew to Lady Capulet.

Citizens of Verona; several Men and FRIAR LAWRENCE, a Franciscan.

Women, relations to both Houses : FRIAR JOHN, of the same Order.

Maskers Guards, Watchmen, and AtBALTHAZAR, Servant to Romeo.

tendants. SAMPSON, Servants to Capulet. GREGORY,

Scene, during the greater part of the Play, in Verona : once, in the ofth Act, at Mantua.

to Nephew

a Fran order.

PROLOGUE. Two households, both alike in dignity,

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

And the continuance of their parents' rage, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Which, but their children's end, nought could reWhere civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

move, From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

Is now the two hours' tralic of our stage : A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; The which if you with patient ears attend Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife.



| Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out

of the collar. SCENE 1.- A public place.

Sam. I strike quickly, being moved.

Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, armed with

strike. Swords and Bucklers

Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves Sam. Gregory, o’my word, we'll not carry

me. coals..

Gre. To move, is-to stir; and to be valiant, Gre. No, for then we should be colliers. is-to stand to it: therefore, if thou art mov'd, Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. thon run'st away.

Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to • A phrase formerly in use to signify the bearing in stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid juries.

of Montague's.

Gre. That shows thee a weak slave ; for the Down with the Capulets ! down with the Mon weakest goes to the wall.

tagues ! Sam. True ; and therefore women, being the Weaker Fessels, are ever thrust to the wall:

Enter CAPULET, in his Gown ; and Lady therefore I will push Montague's men from the

CAPULET. wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.

Cap. What noise is this --Give me my loug Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, an

sword, bo! us their men.

La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch !-Why call you Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant :

for a sword ? when I have fought with the men, I will be Cap. My sword, I say !-Old Montague is cruel with the maids; I will cut off their

come heads.

And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Gre. The heads of the maids
Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their

Enter MONTAGUE, and LADY MONTAGUE. maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt. I Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,-Hold me not, Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel

let me go. it.

La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to

a foe. stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

Enter PRINCE, with Attendants. Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not fish : if thou Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, hadst, thou hadst been poor John.. Draw thy Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,tool ; here comes two t of the house of the Mon Will they not hear-wbat ho! you men, you tagues.


That quench the fire of your pernicious rage Enter ABRAM and BALTHAZER.

With purple fountains issuing from your veins, Sam, My naked weapon is out ; quarrel, I will on pain of torture, from those bloody hands back thee.

Tbrow your mistemper'd weapous to the Gre. How ? turn thy back, and run ?

ground, Sam. Fear me not.

And hear the sentence of your moved prince. Gre. No, marry : I fear thee!

Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, Sam. Let us take the law of our sides : let | By thee, old Capulet and Montague, them begin.

Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets; Gre. I will frown as I pass by : and let them And inade Verona's ancient citizens take it as they list.

Cast by their grave beseeining ornaments, Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb (To wield old partizans, in hands as old, at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they Canker'd with peace to part your canker'd bate : bear it.

If ever you disturb our streets again, Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir! Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. Sam. I do bite my thumb, Sir.

For this time, all the rest depart away : Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir ? You, Capulet, shall go along with me; Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say,-ay?

And, Montague, come you ibis afternoon, Gre. No.

To know our further pleasure in this case, Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you. To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Sir; but I bite my thumb, Sir.

Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. Gre. Do you quarrel, Sir ?

(Exeunt PRINCE and Attendants ; Caru. Abr. Quarrel, Sir ? no, Sir.

LET, LADY CAPULET, TYBALT, Curi. Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you; I serve as

ZENS, and Servants. good a man as you.

Mon. Whó set this ancient quarrel new Abr, No better.

abroach? Sam. Well, Sir

Speak, nepbew, were you by when it began ?

Ben. Here were the servants of your adEnter Benvolio, at a Distance.

versary, Gre. Say-better ; here comes one of my And your's, close fighting ere I did approach : master's kinsmen.

I drew to part them ; in the instant came Sam. Yes, better, Sir.

The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd; Abr. You lie.

Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory. re. He swung about his head, and cut the winds, member thy sinasbing blow.

Who, nothing hurt withal. hiss'd him in scorn :

They fight. While we were interchanging thrusts and blows Ben. Part, fools ; put up your swords ; you Came more and more and fought on part and know not what you do.

part, [Beats down their Swords. Till the prince came, who parted either part.

| La. Mon. O where is Romeu ?-saw you bim Enter TYBALT.

to day? Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these Right glad I am, he was not at his fray. heartless binds ?

Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

sun, Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy Peer'd through the golden window of the east, sword,

A troubled miud drave me to walk abroad; Or manage it to part these men with me.

Where,-underneath the grove of sycamore, Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate ] That westward rooteth from the city's side, the word,

So early walking did I see your son: As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee :

Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, Have at thee, coward.

And stole into the covert of the wood :

They fight. II, measuring bis affections by my own, Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who

That most are busied when they are most alone, join the Fray: then enter CITIZENS with

Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing bis, Clubs.

And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

Mon. Many a morning bath he there been I Cit. Clubs, 1 bills, and partizans ! strike !

seel, beat them down !

With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew• Poor John in bake, dried and salted.

Adding to clouds more clouds with his "deep + The disregard of concord is in character,

sighs : Clubs! was equivalent to the modern cry of Watch


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