SCENE VII. Othello's Confufion, after having murder'd bis Wife. Yes, 'tis Æmilia-by and by-she's dead. "Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death; The noise was high. Ha, no more moving? Still as the grave. Shall she come in? wer't good? I think she stirs again - No-what's the best? If she come in, she'll fure speak to my wife; My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife. Oh insupportable! oh heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of fun and moon, and that th' affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration. His Love for ber... Had she been true, If heav'n would make me such another world, I'd not have fold her for it SCENE IX. His bitter Remorses Lo! I have a weapon: * A better never did itself sustain Upon a foldier's thigh. I've seen the day, * A better, &c.] In the Double Falshood there is exactly the fame expreffion, whether Shakespear's, or introduc'd by Theobald, I cannot pronounce, Wear I not a sword? Ne'er on man's thigh rode better. A. 3. S. 3. Who Who can controul his fate? 'tis not so now. Now how dost thou look now? Oh ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt, From the possession of this heav'nly fight; SCENE X. His last Speech. Soft you; a word or two before you go, I have done the state some service, and they know it; No more of that. I pray you in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me, as I am nothing extenuate, Nor fet down ought in malice. Then must you speak Of one that lov'd not wisely, but too well; Of one, not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplex'd in the extream; of one, whose hand, Like the base (14) Judean, threw a pearl away * See Measure for Measure, p 52, 53, 54. (14) Judean.] The elder quarto gives us Iudian, it was easy for the e to have been chang'd into an i;-Like the base Iūdēān-so pronounc'd the line will run very well; and I suppose, he alludes to the well-known story of Herod and Mariamne his wife; in some circum Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose eyes, [Stabs himself. circumstances not unlike this of Othello and Desdemona, for both husbands lov'd violently, both were jealous, both were the occafion of their wives deaths; besides, the word Tribe, seems wholly to confirm this reading. and in support of it we may add, that in the year 1613, the lady Elizabeth Carew, publifh'd a tragedy call'd Mariam, the fair queen of Jewry." Mr. Upton prefers like the base Ægyptian; which Ægyptian he tells us, was Thyamis, mentioned in the romance of Theagenes and Chariclea, written by Heliodorus. The reader, if he thinks proper, may fee his arguments in support of this emendation in his Obfervations, p. 268. The beauties of this play are so peculiarly Shakespear's own, little can be produced from other writers to compare with them; there are many excellencies, which could not be introduced in this work, depending on circumstances, so nicely adapted, no reader can relish them extracted from the tragedy, which is itself one compleat beauty. The The Life and Death of King RICHARD II. (1) HT ACTI. SCENE II... HE pureft treasure mortal times afford, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. SCENE III. COWARDICE. That which in mean men we entitle patience, Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. SCENE VI. Banishment, Confolation under it. And think not, that the king did banish thee; (1) See Othello, p. 165. (2) All, &c.] Similar to this is the beginning of the 5th act of Paftor Fido. All places are our country, where we're well, Look, what thy foul holds dear, imagine it The grafs whereon thou tread'ft, the presence-floor ; Thoughts, ineffectual to moderate Afflictions.. Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand, SCENE VII. POPULARITY. Our felf, and Bushy Bagot, here, and Green, Obferv'd his courtship to the common people; How he did seem to dive into their hearts, With humble and familiar courtesy, What reverence he did throw away on slaves; Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles,, And patient under-bearing of his fortune: As 'twere to banish their affects with him. Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench : A brace of dray-men bid, God speed him well! And had the tribute of his fupple knee : With, - Thanks my countrymen, my loving friends; A |