Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Osric; I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. Ham. How does the Queen? King. She swoons to see them bleed. Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink,-O my dear Hamlet! The drink, the drink: I am poison'd! [Dies [LAERTES falls, Ham. O villany!-Ho! let the door be lock'd: Laer. It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; Envenom'd too!-Then venom, to thy work. [Stabs the KING. Osr. and Lords. Treason, treason! King. O, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt. Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion:-Is the union + here? Follow my mother. 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 upon thee; Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. Thou livest; report me and my cause aright Hor. Never believe it; I am more an antique Roman than a Dane, 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, [KING dies 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. What warlike noise is this? [Dies [March afar off, and shot within. Osr. Young Fortinb with conquest come from Poland, *Without a button and poisoned + Mixed. + The pearl the king spoke of. Sheriff's officer. To the ambassadors of England gives Ham. O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit; I cannot live to hear the news from England: On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice; So tell him, with the occurrents,* more or less, Which have solicited,t-The rest is silence. [Dies. Hor. Now cracks a noble heart;-Good night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! Why does the drum come hither? [March within. 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 havoc! §-O, proud death! What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so many princes, at a shot, So bloodily hast struck? 1 Amb. The sight is dismal; And our affairs from England come too late : To tell him, his commandment is fulfill'd, Hor. Not from his mouth, Had it the ability of life to thank you; He never gave commandment for their death. Fallen on the inventors' heads: all this can I Fort. Let us haste to hear it, And call the noblest to the audience. For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune; And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more: + Incited. * Incidents. + Heap of dead game. A word of censure when more game was destroyed than was reason Exactly. able. Polish But let this same be presently perform'd, Even when men's minds are wild; lest more mischance On plots and errors, happen. Fort. Let four captains Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage, For he was likely, had he been put on, To have proved most royally; and, for his passage, Speak loudly for him. Take up the bodies:-Such a sight as this [A dead march. [Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after which, a peal of ordnance is shot off. OTHELLO, THE MOOR OF VENICE. PERSONS REPRESENTED. DUKE OF VENICE. BRABANTIO, a Senator. Two other SENATORS. GRATIANO, Brother to Brabantio. HERALD. DESDEMONA, Daughter to Bra. bantio, and Wife to Othello. LODOVICO, Kinsman to Brabantio. | EMILIA, Wife to Iago. OTHELLO, the Moor. CASSIO, his Lieutenant. IAGO, his Ancient. RODERIGO, a Venetian Gentleman. MONTANO, Othello's predecessor in the government of Cyprus. CLOWN, Servant to Othello. BIANCA, a Courtezan, Mistress to OFFICERS, GENTLEMEN, MESSEN- SCENE, for the first Act, in Venice; during the rest of the Play at a Sea-port in Cyprus. ACT I. A Street. SCENE I-Venice. Enter RODERIGO and IAGO. Rod. Tush, never tell me, I take it much unkindly, That thou, Iago,-who hast had my purse, As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this. If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me. Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy hate. Oft capp'd* to him;-and, by the faith of man, My mediators; for, certes, says he, Forsooth, a great arithmetician, † Circumlocution. A fellow almost damn'd in a fair life; More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric,t As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practice, And I (God bless the mark !), his Moorship's ancient. Not by the old gradation, where each second Rod. I would not follow him then. I follow him to serve my turn upon him: For nought but provender; and, when he's old, cashier'd; Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves; And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, Do well thrive by them, and, when they have lined their coats, Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul; And such a one do I profess myself. For, Sir, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: In following him, I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, For when my outward action doth demonstrate Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe,** * Except. + Theory. It was anciently the practice to reckon up sums with counters. Related. Outward show of civility. Servants. |