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Olympus high ; and duck again as low
ACT III. SCENE V.
A Lover's Exclamation.
(6) Excellent wretch! perdition catch my soul,
Othello's first Suspicion.
Oh Tupiter !
“ not formerly used in the low and vulgar acceptation it is at present,” (see page173) yet I am persuaded Shakespear gave us wretch, and Mr. Upton's remark seems very just and beautiful : speaking of Desdemona's name, which is deriy'd from Avodouflwy, i.e. the unfortunate ; he says,
and I make no question, but Othello, in his rapturous admiration, with some allusion to her name exclaims, Excellent wretchy"
Tke antient tragedians are full of these allusions; some instances I have mention'd above: this rapturous exclamation and allufion too has something ominous in it; and instances of these presaging and ominous expreßions our poet is full of.” tical Observations, p. 303.
And when I told thee, he was of my counsel,
lago. My lord, you know I love you.
Oth. I think thou doft :And for I know thou’rt full of love and honesty, And weigh'ft thy words before thou giv'it them breath, Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: For such things, in a false disloyal knave, Are tricks of custom ; but in a man that's just, They're cold dilations working from the heart, That passion cannot rule.
Good name in man and woman,
dear Is the immediate jewel of their souls ; Į (7) Who steals my purse. Ateals trafh, 'tis something, nothing;
(7) Wbe, &c.) Mr. Theobald obferves, " Of riches, and other temporal poffefiions being uncertain, and often changing their maffers, we meet with several paffages in the classics, which might have given our author a hint for this sentiment. Nunc ager, &c.
Hor. Sat. 2. 1. 2.
Now to be us'd by others, then by me, Creech.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been flaves to thousands ;
But he that filches from me my good name, i Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.
Scene VI. Othello's Soliloquy after having been
work’d-up to Jealousy, by Iago.
I am abus'd, and my relief
SCENE VII. JEALOUSY.
Trifles light as air,
I once was Achæmenides his land,
And now Menippus claims me for his own,
Nor this, nor that mans; I belong to none,
But change as fortune pleafęs to command, (8) If, &c.] All the metaphor here is taken from falconry, and most beautifully kept up.
Scene VIII The Tortures of Jealousy..
Enter Othello. lago. Look, where he comes ! not poppy, nor man
Oth. Ha! false to me!
Oth. Avant, be gone ; thou hast set me on the wreck;
lago. How, my lord.
Oth. What sense had I, of her stol'n hours of luft?
lago. I am sorry to hear this.
Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp,
(9) Sec vol. 1. p. 6. aote 8.
Th' immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
lago. Is't possible, my Lord ?
Otb. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore; Be sure of it : give me the ocular proof,
[Catching hold on bim] Or by the worth of mine eternal soul, Thou hadft been better have been born a dog, ... Than answer my wak'd wrath.
lago. Is't come to this ?
Oth. Make me to see't, or, at the least, fo prove it, That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, To hang a doubt on : or woe upon thy life.
lago. My noble lord.
Oth. If thou doft Nander her, and torture me,
lago. O grace! O heav'n forgive me !
Oth. Nay, stay-thou should it be honest.
lago. I should be wise, for honesty's a fool, And loses that it works for.
Oth. By the world,