HAMLET's SOLILOQUY. TO BE O BE OR NOT TO-BE-That is the quefticn. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to fuffer The ftings and arrows of outrageous fortune; Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by oppofing end them! To die? to fleep No more and, by a fleep, to say we end The heart ach and the thousand natural fhocks That flesh is heir to ;-'tis a confummation Devoutly to be wifh'd.—To die? to fleepTo fleep? perchance to dream.-Ay, there's the rub For in that fleep of death what dreams may come, For who would bear the whips and fcorns of time, Th' oppreffor's wrongs, the proud man's contu-` mely, The pangs of defpis'd love, the law's delay, Than fly to others that we know not of. Is ficklied o'er with the pale caft of thought; IAGO exciting the Paffion of JEALOUSY in OTHELLO. Y Lord, you know, I love you. For Michael Caffio; I dare be fworn (I think) that he is honest. Or, those that be not, would they might feem But what they seem. (none Why, then, I think Caffio's an honest man. I do befeech you, good my Lord! Think, I (perchance) am vicious in my guess : Your wisdom would not build your-felf a trouble, GOOD NAME in man and woman (dear my Lord) Who steals my Furfe, fteals trash; 'tis fomething, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been flave to thoufands; But he that filches from me my good Name, Robs me of that, which not enriches him ; And makes me poor indeed. Oh, beware (my Lord) of JEALOUSY; I'm glad of this; for now I fhall have reason In Venice they do let Heav'n fee the pranks, Is not to leav't undone, but keep't unknown. She lov'd them moft. She, that, fo young, could give-out such a seeming, I humbly do befeech you, fir, your pardon, I hope, you will confider, what is spoken, I am to pray you, not to strain my speech Than to fufpicion.-Should you do fo, my lord; As my thoughts aim not at.-Cassio's my worthy friend. My lord! I would, I might entreat your honour, To fean this thing no farther. Leave it to time. Although 'tis fit, that Cafsio have his place; (For, fure, he filled 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 feen in that.-In the mean time, Let Me be thought too-bufy in my fears; (As worthy cause I have, to fear, I am:) And hold her free, I do befeech your honour. Shakespear, Othello. Act 3. BRUTUS's Oration on CÆSAR's Death. Countrymen, and friends! hear me, for my cause and be filent, that ye may hear! believe me, for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe! Cenfure me, in your wisdom; and awake your fenfes, that ye may the better judge! If there be any in this affembly, any dear friend. of Cafar's; to him I fay, that Brutus' love to Cafar was no less than his.' If then, that friend demand. why Brutus rose against Cafar;' this is my answer: Not, that I lov'd Cafar lefs;' but, that I lov'd Rome more.' Had Had ye rather, that Cæfar were living, and die all flaves; than, that Cafar were dead, and live all free-men? As Cafar lov'd me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I flew him. There are, tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honour for his valour, and death for his ambition. Who is here fo bafe, that would be a bondman?-If any, speak;-for, him have I offended. -Who is here fo rude, that would not be a Roman?-If any, fpeak ;-for, him have I offended. Who is here fo vile, that will not love his country?-If any, fpeak ;-for, him have I offended-I paufe for a reply.-Since none is made, then none have I offended. |