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If thou but think'st him wrong’d, and mak'st his A stranger to thy thoughts.

Iago. I do beseech you , Think I, perchance, am vicious in my guess, (As I confess, it is my nature's plague To 'spy into abuse; and oft my jealousy Shapes faults that are not) I intreat you then, From one that so imperfectly conjects, Your wisdom would not build yourself a trouble Out of my scatter'd and unsure observance: It were not for your quiet, nor your good, Nor for my manhood, honesty, and wisdom, To let you know my thoughts.

Oth. What dost thou mean?

Iago. Good name in man or woman, dear my Is the immediate jewel of their souls, Who.steals my purse, streals trash ; 'tis some

thing, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'lis his, and has been slave to thou

sands :
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

Oth. I'll know thy thoughts
Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your

Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.

Oth. Ha!

Iago. O beware, my lord, of jealousy: It is a green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. The cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate ,

loves not

his wronger; But oh, what damned minutes tells he o'er , Who doats, yet doubts;suspects, yet strongly loves! Oth. O misery!

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 Heay'n! the souls of all my trihe defend

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From jealousy!

Oth. Why, why is this? Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy? To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? 'Tis not to make me jea

lous, To say my wife is fair , feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech , sings , plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these make nigre virtuous. Nor from mine own weak inerits will I draw The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt, For she had eyes, and chose nie. No, Iago, I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And on the proof, there is no more but this, Away at once with love or jealousy.

Iago. I'm, glad of this; for now I shall have To shew the love and duty that I hear you With franker spirit. Therefore, as l'ın bound, Receive it from ine. I speak not yet of proof. Look to your wife , observe her well with Cassio ; Wear your eye-ihus ; not jealous nor secure! I would not have your free and noble nature Ont of self bounty be abus'd; look to't. I know our country disposition well: In Venice they do let heav'n see the pranks They dare not shew their husbands.

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 tbem 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.
Jago. I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits.

Oth. Not a jot, not a jot.
Iago. Trust me, I fear it has :
I hope you will consider what is spoke
Comes from my love. But I do see you're mov'd
I am to pray you, not to strain my speech
To grosser issues, not to larger reach,
Than to suspicion.

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'dI 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 Not to affect many proposed matches Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, Whereto we see in all things Nature tends : Foh ! one may smell, in such, a will most rank Foul disproportions, thoughts unnatural. But, pardon me, I do not in position Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear, Her will, recoiling to her better judgment, May fall to match you with her country forms , And, haply, so repent.

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 leave.

Oth. Why did I marry ? This honest creature ,

doubtless, Sees, and knows more, much more than he un

folds. Iago. My lord, I would I might intreat your

To scan this thing no further ; leave it to time :

with you)

Alt ho''tis fit that Cassio have his place ,
(For sure he fills it up with great ability ;)
Yet if you please to hold him off a while,
You shall by that perceive him and his means :
Note , if your lady strain his entertainment
With any strong or vehement importunity :
Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
Let me be thought too busy in my fears,
(As worthy cause I have to fear I am)
And hold her free, I do beseech your Honour.

Oth. Fear not my government.
Iago. I once more take


Hamlet's Soliloquy on his Mother's

Os that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew;
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter !
How weary , stale , flat, and unprofitable
Seein to me all the uses of this world !
Fie on't ; oh fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in na.

Possess it merely. That it should come to this !
But two months dead ! nay, not so much not
So excellent a king, that

to this,
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
That he permitted not the winds of heav'n
Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth!
Must I remember! 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

two :


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With which she followed my poor father's body,
Like Niobe , all tears-Why , she , even she-
(O Heav'n ! a beast that wants discourse of reason,
Would have mourn'd longer married with mine

My father's brother; but no more like my

father Than I to Hercules. Within a month ! Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had'left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married - most wicked speed to post With such dexterity to incestuous shcets ! It is not, nor it cannot come to good. But break , my

for I must hold my tongue.




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

Be thy intent wicked or charitable
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape ,
That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet,
King , Father, Royal Dane : Oh! answer me;
Let me not burst in ignorance ; but tell,
Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in earth,
Have burst their cearments? why the sepulchre
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
Hath op'd his pond'rous and marble jaws ,
To cast thee

up again
? what may

That thou , dead corse , again in complete steel,
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon
Making night hideous, and us fools of nature
So horribly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ?
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?

Ghost. Mark me.
Ham. I will

this mean

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