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Never to rise again; thy mother's poison'd;
I can no more -the King, the King's to blame.
Ham. The point invenom'd too?
do thy work. [Stabs the King All. Treason, treason. King. O yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt.
Hain. Here, thou incestuous, murch'rous, danned Drink off this potion : is the union here? Dane, Follow my mother.
[King diese Laer. He is justly served, It is a poison temper'd by himself. Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet; Mine and my father's death come not on thee, Nor thine on me !
Ham. Heav'n make thee free of it! I follow thee.
I'm dead, Horatio ; wretched Queen, adieu !
You that look pale, and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act;
Had I but time, (as this fell ferjeant Death
Is strict in his arrest), oh, I could tell you-
But let it be -Horatio, I am dead;
'l hou.liv'st, report me and my cause aright
To the unsatisfied.
Hor. Never believe it.
I'm more an antic Roman than a Dane ;
Here's yet some liquor Jeft.
Han. As th' art a man,
Give me the cup; let go; by heav'n l'll have't.
Oh good Horario, what a wounded name,
'I hings standing thus unknown, shall live behind me
If hou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity a while,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my tale. [March afar off, and shout within.
What warlike noise is this?
S: CE N E
Ofr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from
To the ambassadors of England gives - [Poland,
This warlike volley.
Ham, o I die, Horatio :
The potent puilop quite o'ergrows my spirit ;
I cannot live to hear the news from England..
But I do prophesy, th' election lights
On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice ;
So tell him, with the occurrents more or less,
Which have folicited *: -The rest is filence. [Dics.
Hor. Now cracks a noble heart ! good night, sweet ::
And flights of angels wing thiee to thy relt !
Why does the drum come hither?
Enter Fortinbras and English Ambaladors, with drum;
colours, and attendants.
Fort. Where is this fight ?
Hor, What is it you would see?
If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search,
Fert. This quarry cries op havock. Oh proud
What feast is cow'rd in thy infernal cell, [Deathl:
That thou so many princes at a shot :
So bloodily haft struck ?
Amb. The light is dismal,
And our affairs from England come too late :
The ears are fenfeless that should give us hearing;
To iell him, his commandment is fulgud,
That Rosincrantz and Guildensters are dead..
Where should we have our thanks ?
Hor. Not from his mouth to
Had it th? 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 arriy'd; give order, that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view,
And let me speak to th' yet unknowing world,
How these things came about. So shall you
Of cruel, bloody, and unnatural acts;
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters;
Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause ;
And, in this uplhot, purposes mistook,
Fall'n on th' inventors' heads. All this.can I.
solicited, for brought on tbe event. 41. c. the King's.
Fort. Let us halte to hear it,
bod call the Noblesse to the audience.
For me, with sou row 1 embrace my fortune;
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
Which now to claim, my vantage doth invite me.
Hor, of that i lhall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more :
But let this fame be prefently perform'd,
Even while mens' miods are wild, left more mischance
On plots and errors happen.
Fort. Le four captains Bear Himlet, like a soldier, to the stage ; For he was likely, had he been put on, To have prov'd most royally. And for his passage, 7 be soldiers' music, and the rites of war Speak loudly for him Take
up the body: such a fight as this Becomes the field, but here thews much amiss. Go, bid the foldiers shoot.
[Exeunt marching : after which a peal of orde
nance is thor of
DUKE of Venice.
Montano, the Mbor's predecessor Brabantio, a Noble Venetian.
in the government of Cyprus. Gratiano, brother 10 B-abantio Clow?, servant 10 the, Moor. Lodovico, kinsman to Brabantio Herald, and Gratiano.
Defduinona, daughter to Braban. Othello, the Moor, General for tio, and wife to O:hello. the Venetians in Cyprus.
Ærilia, wife to Ingo. [Cafio. Caffio, his Lieutenant-General. Bianca, a cortezan, mistress to Jago, sandard-bearer to Othello. Officers, Gentlemen, Millengers, Rodorigo, a foolish gentleman, in Musicians, Sailors, and Attene love with Desdemona.
dants, SCENE, for the forft aft, in Venice ; during the rest of the plag; ita
Enter Rodorigo and lago.
Rod. Ush, never tell me, I take it much inkindly,
That thou, lago, who hast had my purse,
As if the strings were thine, shouldīt know
lago. But you'll not hear me.
If ever I did dream of such a matter, abhor me.
Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold himn in thy hatea.
lago. Despise me,
If I do not. Three great ones of the city,
In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
Off-cap'd to him: and, by the faith of man,
I know my price, I'm worth no worse a placer
But he, as loving his own pride and purpose, ,
*. The story is taken from Cynthia's novels...
Evades them with a bombast circumstance,
Horribly stuft with epichets of war,
And, in conclusion,
Non-suits my mediators. Certes, says he,
I have already chose my officer, .
And what was he?
Forsooth a great arithmetician,
One Michael Cassio,-~(A Florentine's
A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife,-)
That never fet a squadron in the field,
Nor the division of a battle knows
More than a spinster : but the bookish theoric,
Wherein the toged con!uls can propose
As masterly as he ;-mere pratile, without practice,
Is all his soldiership he had th' election ;
And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof
At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other grounds,
Christian and Heathen, niust be let and calm'd
By debtor and creditor, this counter-caster;
He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
And I (God bless the mark!) his Moorship's ancient,
Rod. By Heav'n, I rather would have been his hange
mail, lago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service; Preferment goes by letter and affection, Not (as of old) gradation, where each second Stood heir to th' first. Now, Sir, be judge yourself, If I in any just term am allign'd. To love the Moor.
Rod. I would not follow him then.
lago. O Sir, content you;
Ifci w him to serve my turn upon hiin,
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly follow's, " You shall mark
Many a duteous and knee-crcoking knave, “ That doating 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 koaves Others there are, * Who, trimi'd in forms and visages of duty,
confuls, for connflors,