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THE LIBRARY 

OF 

THE UNIVERSITY 
OF CALIFORNIA 

LOS ANGELES 



The 

WORKS 

f 

SHAKESPEARE, 

Volume the tenth : 

containing^ 

Romeo and Juliet j 

Hamlet; 

Othello. 



LONDON: 

Printed for J. and R. TONSON in the Strand. 



riitf-i 



10 



ROMEO 

and 

JULIET. 



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Perfons represented. 

Efcalus, Prince of Verona: 

Paris, a young Count , hit Kinsman. 

Capulet, 1 Heads of t*wo noble Houses, 

Mountague, 3 at Variance nuitb one another. 

Romeo, Son to Mountaue. 

Mercutio, 

Benvolio, 

Tybalt, Kinsman to Capulet: 

an old Man, his Cousin. 

Balthazar, Romeo'/ Gentleman. 

Friar Lawrence, a Fr&ncijcan : 

Friar John, bis Brother. 

Chorus ; Boy, Page to Paris ; 

an Officer; an Apothecary. 

Servants to Mountagee, t*io\ 

Servants to Captalet, fix ; 

three Watchmen, and three Musician;. 

Lady Capulet. 
Lady Mountague. 
Juliet, Daughter to Capulet: 
an old Woman, her Nurje. 

Attendants upon the P>ince\ 

Maflers with Romeo; Relations, &c. of loth Houses 
Citizens, Watchmen, &c. 

Scent, Verona: once, in Mantua, 



ROMEO and JULIET. 



AC? I. 

Enter Chorus, as Prologue. 

Txvo houfholds, both alike in dignity, 

in fair Verona, where we lay our fcene, 
from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, 

where civil blood makes civil hands unclean: 
from forth the fatal loins of these two foes 

a pair of flar-croft lovers take their life; 
whose mifadventur'd piteous overthrows 

do, with their death, bury their parents' ftrife : 
The fearful pafTage of their death-mark'd love, 

and the continuance of their parents' rage, 
which, but their children's end, nought could remove, 

is now the two hours' traffick of our ftage; 
the which if you with patient ears attend, 
what here (hall mifs, our toil fhall ftrive to mend. 

[Exit. 



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SCENE I. A publick Place. 
Enter tivo Servants of Capulet, oddly arm V. 

1. C. Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals. 

2. C. No, for then we mould be colliers. 

1. C. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. 

2. C. Ay,whileyoulive,dra\vyourneckouto'th'collar. 
i.C. \ ftrike quickly, being mov'd. 

2. C. But thou art not quickly mov'd to ftrike. 
i.C. A dog of the houie of Mountague moves m* 
2. C. To move, is to ftir; and to be valiant, is to 
Hand to it: therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou run'it away. 

1 . C. A dog of that houfe {hall move me to ftand : I 
will take the wall of any man or maid of Mountaguis. 

2. C. That fhews thee a weak Have; for the weakeft 
goes to the wall. 

1. C. True; and therefore women, being the weaker 
veffels, are ever thruft to the wall : therefore I will pufh 
Mcunfague's men from the wall, and thruft his maids to 
the wall. 

2. C. The quarrel is between our mailers, and us 
their men. 

1. C. 'Tis all one, I will fhew myfelf a tyrant: when 
I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the 
maids; I will cut off their heads. 

2. C. The heads of the maids? 

1. C. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maiden- 
heads; take it in what fenfe thou wilt. 

2. C. They mutt take it in fenfe, that feel it. 

1. C. Me they (hall feel, while I am able to (land: 
and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of rlcfn. 

2. C. 'Tis well, thou art not iiili ; if thou had'il, thon 



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had 'ft been poor John. Draw thy tool ; here comes of 
the houfe of the Mountagues. 

Enter tivo Servants of Mountague, arnfd likewise. 

i.e. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back 
thee. 

2. C. How ? turn thy back, and ran? 

1. C. Fear me not. 

2. C. No, marry; I fear thee! 

1 . C. Let us take the law of our fides ; let them begin. 

2. C. I will frown, as I pafs by; and let them take it 
as they lift. 

i. C. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at 
them; which is a difgrace to them, if they bear it. 

[they pafs the others. 

i.M. Do you bite your thumb at us, fir? 
i.C. I do bite my thumb, fir. 

1 M. Do you bite your thumb at us, fir? 
i.C. " Is the law of our fide, if I fay ay?" 
2.C. "No." 

1. C. No, fir, I do not bite my thumb at you, fir; 
but I bite my thumb, fir. 

2. C. Do you quarrel, fir? 
i.M. Quarrel, fir? no, fir. 

i. e. If you do, fir, I am for you; I ferve as good a 
man as you. 

i.M. No better. 
i.C. Well, fir. 

Enter BENVOLIO, at a DiJIance. 

2 C. " Say better; here comes one of my mailer's" 
kinsmen." 

i . C. Yes, better, fir. 
I.M. You lie. 






6 Romeo and Juliet. 

i.C. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy 
fwafhing blow. [Servants fight. 

BEN. Part, fools, [beating donux their Weapon^ put up 

your fwords; 
You know not what you do. 

Enter TYBALT, with bis Sword drawn. 

TTB. What, art thou drawn among these heartlefs 
Turn thee, Ben<uotio, look upon thy death. [hinds ? 

BEN. I do but keep the peace; put up thy fword, 
Or manage it to part these men with me. 

Trs . What,drawn, and talkof peace? Ihatetheword, 
As I hate hell, all Mountagues, and thee: 
Have at thee, coward. [a/failing him. 

Enter divers, of both Houses, and join the Fray : 

then Enter, to part them, Citizens, and Peace-officers, 

ivith Clubs, &c. [down ! 

Off. Clubs, bills, and partizans! ftrike! beat them 
Down with the Capulets! down with the Mount ague 's ! 

Enter CAPULET, in his Goivn; his Lady following. 

CAP. Whatnoiseisthisr Giveme mylongfword,ho! 

L. C. A crutch, a crutch; Why call you for a fword? 

CAP. My fword, I fay! old Mount ague is ccme, 

And fiourifhes his blade in fpite of me. 

Enter MOUNTAGUE, and his Lady. 

Mou. Thou villain, Capuiet, Hold me not, let me go. 

L. M, Thou flialt not liir one foot to feek a foe. 
Enter Prince, and Attendants. 

Pri. Rebellious fubje&s, enemies to peace, 

Propbaners of this neighbour-ftained ileel, 

Will they net hear? what, ho! you men, you beads, ' 

That quench the fire of your pernicious rage 
With purple fountains iffuing from your veins,"" 



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On pain of torture, from those bloedy hands 
Throw your mif-temper'd weapons to the ground, 

[Fray ceafet. 

And hear the fentence of your moved prince. 

Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, 

By thee, old Capuiet, and Mountague, 

Have thrice difturb'd the quiet of our flreets; 

And made Veronas ancient citizens 

Cafl-by their grave befeeming ornaments 

To wield old partizans, in hands as old, 

Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: 

J fever you difturb our ftreets again, 

Your lives fhall pay the forfeit of the peace. 

For this time, all the reft depart away : 

You, Capulet, (hall go along with me; 

And, Mountague, come you this afternoon, 

To know our farther pleasure in this cafe, 

To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. 

Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. 

[Exeunt Prince, and Attendants ; CAPULET, 
undLady Capulet, TYBALT, Servants, Sec. 

Mou. Who fet this ancient quarrel new abroach? 

Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began ? 

BEN. Here were the fervants of your adverfary, 
And yours, clofe fighting ere 1 did approach: 
I drew to part them ; in the inftant came 
The fiery -Tybalt, with his fvvord prepar'd; 
Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, 
He fvvong about his head, and cut the winds, 
Who, nothing hurt withal, hifl~'d him in fcorn : 
\Vhile we were interchanging thruits and blows, 
Came more and more, and fought on part and part, 



"3 Romeo and Juliet. 

'Till the prince came, who parted either part. 

L. M. O, where is Romeof faw you him to-day?__ 
Right glad I am, he was not at this fray. 

BEN. Madam, an hour before the wormip'd fun 
Peer'd forth the golden window of the eaft, 
A troubl'd mind drave me to walk abroad; 
Where underneath the grove of fvcamour, 
That weftward rooteth from this city' fide 
So early walking did I fee your fon: 
Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, 
And ftole into the covert of the wood : 
I, measuring his affections by my own, 
Which then moft fought where moft might not be found, 
Being one too many by my weary felf,~" 
Furfu'd my humour, net purfuing his, 
And gladly fliun'd who gladly fled from me. 

Mou. Many a morning hath he there been feen, 
With tears augmenting the frefh morning's dew, 
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep fighs: 
Bat all fo foon as the all-chearing fun 
Should in the fartheft eaft begin to draw 
The fhady curtains from Aurora 5 bed, 
Away from light fteals home my heavy fon, 
And private in his chamber pens himfelf; 
Shuts up his windows, locks fair day-light out, 
And makes himfelf an artificial night: 
Black and portentous muft this humour prove, 
tnlefs good counfel may the cause remove. 

BEN. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? 

Mov. I neither know it, nor can learn of him. 

SEN. Have you importun'd him by any means? 

MQV. Both by rnyfelf, and many other friends: 



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But he, his own affections' counfellor, 
Is to himfelf I will not fay, how true"- 
But to himfelf fo fecrec and fo clofe, 
So far from founding and difcovery, 
As is the bud bit with an envious worm, 
Ere he can fpread his fweet leaves to the air, 
Or dedicate his beauty to the fame. 
Could we but learn from whence his forrows growr, 
We would as willingly give cure, as know. .* 

Enter ROMEO, at a Diftance. 

BEN. See, where he comes : So please you, ftep afide; 
I'll know his grievance, or be much deny'd. 

Mov. I would, thou wert fo happy by thy (lay 
To hear true ftirift._Come, madam, let's away. 

[ Exeunt MOUNTAGUE, and Lady 

SEN. Good morrow, cousin. 

ROM. Is the day fo young? 

BEN. But new ftrook nine. 

ROM. Ay me! fad hours feem long. 
Was that my father, that went hence fo faft? 

BEN. It was : What fadnefs lengthens Romto's hours? 

ROM. Not having that, which, having, makes them 

EN. In love? [Ihort. 

ROM. Out 

BEN. Of love? 

ROM. Out of her favour, where I am in love. 

BEN. Alas, that love, fo gentle in his view, 
Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proof! 

ROM. Alas, that love, whose view is muffl'd (till, 
Should, without eyes, fee path-ways to his will! 
Where (hall we dine?_Oh me !_ What fray was hercf-^ 
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. 



JO Romeo and Juliet. 

Here's much to do with hate, but more with love:^ 

Why then, o brawling love, o loving hate I 

O any thing, of nothing firft created! 

O heavy lightnefs, ferious vanity, 

Mif-fhapen chaos of well-feeming forms ! 

Feather of lead, bright fmoke, cold fire, fick health, 

Still-waking fleep, that is not what it is!_ 

This love feel I, that feel no love in this. 

Doft thou not laugh ? 

BEN. No, coz', I rather weep. 

ROM . Good heart, at what ? 

BEN. At thy good heart's oppreflion. 

ROM. Why, fuch is love's tranfgreffion. 
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breaft; 
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it preff'd, 
With more of thine: this love, that thou haft mown, 
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. 
Love is a fmoke, made with the fume of fighs; 
Being purg'd, a fire fparkling in lovers' eyes; 
Being vex'd, a fea nourifh'd with loving tears: 
What is it elfe? a madnefs moft difcreet, 
A choaking gall, and a preserving fweet. 
Farewel, my coz'. 

BEN. Soft, I will go along; 
An if you leave me fo, you do me wrong. 

ROM. Tut, I have lolt myfelf; I am not here, 
This is not Romeo, he's fome other where. 

BEN. Tell me in fadnefs, who is that you love? 

ROM. What, (hall J groan, and tell thee ? 

BEN. Groan? why, no; 
But fadly tell me, who. 

^OAf. Bid a fick man in fadnefs make his will:_ 



Romeo a**?' Juliet. i j 

O word ill urg'd to one that is fo ill!__ 
In fadnefs, cousin, I do love a woman. 

BEN. I aim'd fo near, when I fuppos'd you lov'd. 

ROM. A right good marks-man ; And file's fair I love. 

BEN. A right fair mark, fair coz', is fooneft hit. 

MOM. Well, in that hit you mifs: (he'll not be hit 
With Cupid's arrow, (he hath Dian's wit; 
And, in ftrong proof of chaftity well arm'd, 
From love's weak childifh bow (he lives unharm'd. 
She will not ftay the fiege of loving terms, 
Nor bide the encounter of aflailing eyes, 
Nor ope her lap to faint-feducing gold: 
O, (he is rich in beauty ; only poor, 
That, when (he dies, with her dies beauty's (lore. 

EN. Then (he hath fworn,that(hewillftilllivechafte. 

ROM. She hath, and in that fparing makes huge wafte; 
For beauty, ftarv'd with her feverity, 
Cuts beauty off from all pofterity. 
She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair, 
To merit blifs by making me defpair: 
She hath forfworn to love; and, in that vow> 
Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. 

BEN. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. ^ 
ROM. O, teach me how I mould forget to think. 
HEN. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; 
Examine other beauties. 

ROM. 'Tis the way 

To call hers, exquisite, in queftion more: 
These happy maflcs, that kifs fair ladies' browj, 
Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair j 
He, that is ftrooken blind, cannot forget 
The precious treasure of his eye-fight loft : 

4 marke man '4 with beautie dies her (tore 



12 Romeo and Juliet, 

Shew me a miftrefs that is pafling fair, 
What doth her beauty ferve, but as a note 
Where 1 may read who paff'd that paffing fair? 
Farewel; thou canft not teach me to forget. 

BEN. I'll pay thatdoftrine.orelfe die in debt.[Exeunf. 

SCENE II. A Street. 
Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant. 

CAP. And Mount ague is bound as well as I, 
In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, 
For men fo old as we to keep the peace. 

PAR. Of honourable reck'ning are you both; 
And pity 'tis, you liv'd at odds fo long. 
But now, my lord, what fay you to my fuit? 

CAP. But faying o'er what I have faid before: 
My child is yet a Itranger in the world, 
She hath not feen the change of fourteen years; 
Let two more fummers wither in their pride, 
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. 

PAR. Younger than (he are happy mothers made. 

CAP. And too foon mar'd are those fo early made: 
The earth hath fwallow'd all my hopes but Ihe, 
She is the hopeful lady of my earth: 
Hut woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, 
My will to her confent is but a part; 
An ftie agree, within her fcope of choice 
Lies my confent and fair according voice. 
This night I hold an old accuftom'd feait, 
Whereto I have invited many a gueft, 
Such as I love; and you, among the ftore, 
One more, moft welcome, makes my number more: 
At my poor houfe look to behold this night 






Romeo and Juliet. 1 3 

Earth-treading ftars, that make dark heaven light: 

Such comfort, as do lufty young men feel 

When well-apparel'd April on the heel 

Of limping winter treads, even fuch delight 

Among frefh female buds mail you this night 

Inherit at my houfe; hear all, all fee, 

And like her moft whose merit moft (hall be; 

On which more view of many, mine, being one, 

May Hand in number, though in reck'ning none. 

Come, go with me: Go, firrah, trudge about 

Through fair Verona; find those perfons out. 
Whose names are written^ there; and to them (ay, 
My houfe and welcome on their pleasure ftay. 

[Exeunt CAPULET, and PARIS. 

Ser. Find them out, whose names are written here: 
It is written that the fhoemaker mould meddle with 
his yard, and the taylor with his laft, the fiftier with his 
pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am fent to 
find those perfons out, whose names are here writ, and 
can never find what names the writing perfon hath here 
writ. I mult to the learned: In good time. 
Enter BENVOLIO, and ROMEO. 

SEN. Tut, man ! one fire burns out another's burning, 

One pain is leflen'd by another's anguifh; 
Tvyn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; 

One defperate grief cures with another's languHh: 
Take thou fome new infection to thy eye, 
And the rank poison of the old will die. 

POM. Your plantan leaf is excellent for that. 

EN. For what, I pray thee? 

ROM. For your broken (bin. 

BFK. Why, Romeo, art. thou mad? 

* Which on 

Vot. X. B 



i^ Romeo and Juliet. 

ROM. Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is; 
Shut up in prison, kept without my food, 
Whipt, and tormented, and Good den, good fellow. 

Ser. God gi'go' den. I pray, fir, can you read? 

ROM. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. 

Ser. Perhaps, you have learned it without book: But, 
I pray, can you read any thing you fee ? 

ROM. Ay, if I know the letters, and the language. 

Ser. Ye fay honeftly ; Reft you merry ! 

ROM. Stay, fellow; I can read. [read's. 

Signior Martino, and bis 'wife, and daughter; County 

Anfelme, and his beauteous fijler* ; The lady nvidoiv of 

Vitruvio ; Signior Placentio, and his lovely nieces ; 

Mercutio, and bis brother Valentine; Mine uncle Ca- 

pulet, his wife, and daughters ; My fair niece Rosaline; 

Livia; Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, 

and the lively Helena. 

A fair aflembly; [giving tack the Note.] Whither Ihould 
they come? 

Ser. Up. 

ROM. Whither? 

Ser. To our houfe. 

ROM. Whose houfe ? 
' Ser. My matter's. 

ROM. Indeed, I fhould have afk'd you that before; 

Ser. Now I'll tell you without afking : 
My matter is the great rich Capu/er, 
And if you be not of the houfe of tljc Mountagues, 
I pray gou, come; and cruih a cup of wine. 
Reft you merry. [Exit. 

BEN. At this fame ancient feaft of Cafu/et's 
Sups the fair Resa/ine, whom thou fo lov'it; 

* v. Mte. 



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With all the admired beauties of Verona: 
Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, 
Compare her face with fome that I (hall (how, 
And I will make thee think thy fwan a crow. 

ROM. When the devout religion of mine eye 

Maintains fuch falfhood, then turn tears to fires! 
And these, who, often drown'd, could never die,"* 

Tranfparent hereticks, be burnt for liars! 
One fairer than my love! the all-feeing fun 
Ne'er favv her match, fince firft the world begun. 

BEN. Tut, tut! you faw her fair, none elfe being by, 
Herfelf poiz'd with herfelf in either eye: 
But in those cryftal fcales let there be weigh'd 
Your lady love againft fome other maid 
That I will (how you, mining at this feaft, 
And me (hall fcant (hew well, that now (hews bed. 

ROM. I'll go along, no fuch fight to be mown, 
But to rejoice in fplendor of mine own. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. A Room in Capulet'j Houfe. 

Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurfe. 
L. C. Nurfe,where's my daughter? call her forth tome. 
Nur. Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,~- 
I bad her come:_What, lamb! what lady-bird !_ 
God forbid! where's this girl?_what, Juliet! 

Enter JULIET. 
JUL. How now? who calls? 
Nur. Your mother. 
JUL. Madam, I am here; 
What is your will? 

L. C. This is the matter :_Nurfe, give leave a while, 
We mult talk in fecret. Nurfe, came back again ; 

6 fire iJ that Chriftall U Ladies love 

B ?, 



{6 Romeo and Juliet, 

] have remember'd me, thou {halt hear our coimfel. 
Thou know'ft, my daughter's of a pretty age: 

Nur. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. 

L. C. She's not fourteen. 

Nur. Til lay fourteen o' my teeth, 
And'yet, to my teeth be it fpoken, I have but four, 
tihft's not fourteen : How long is't now to Lammas-tide? 

L. C. A fortnight, and odd days. 

Nur. Even or odd, of all days i' the year, 
Come Lammas-eve at night, mall fhe be fourteen. 
Susan, and fhe, God reil all chriftian fouls I 
Were of an age: Well, Susan is with God; 
She was too good for me: But, as I faid, 
On Lammas-eve at night fhall fhe be fourteen; 
That fhall fhe, marry; I remember it well. 
'Tis fmce the earth-quake now eleven years; 
And fhe was wean'd, I never fhall forget it, 
Of all the days o'the year, upon that day: 
For 1 had then lay'd wormwood to my dug, 
Sitting i' the fun under the dove-houfe wall, 
My lord and you were then at Mantua; 
Nay, I do bear a brain : but, as 1 faid, 
When it did tafte the wormwood on the nipple 
Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool ! 
To fee it teachy, and fall out wi' the dug : 
Shake, quoth the dove-houfe: 'twas no need, I trow, 
To bid me trudge. 

And fince that time it is eleven years : 
For then fhe could Hand alone; nay, by the rood, 
She could have run and waddl'd all about. 
For even the day before fhe broke her brow: 
And then my husband God be with his foul! 

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A' was a merry man; took up the child; 

Tea, tjuoth he, doft thou Jail upon thy face? 

Thou ivilt fall backward ', -when than baft more iuit\ 

Wilt thcu not, Juli'? and, by my holy-dam, 

The pretty wretch left crying, and faid Ay: 

To fee now how a jefl mall come about I 

I warr'nt, an I mould live a thousand years, 

I never mould forget it; Wilt tbou not, Juli'? quoth he: 

And, pretty fool, it ilinted, and faid Ay. 

L. C. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. 

Nur. Yes, madam; Yet t cannot choose but laugh, 
To think it mould leave crying, and fay ^y.: 
And yet, I warr'nt, it had upon it's brow 
A bump as big as a young cock'rel's ftone; 
A par'lous knock; and it cry'd bitterly. 
Ka, quoth my husband, fall" ft upon thy face? 
Thou iv i It fall backward, 'when tbou com ft to age\ 
Wilt thou not, Juli'? it llinted, and faid Ay* 

JUL. And Hint thou too, I pray thee, nurfe, fay F. 

Nur. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace! 
Thou wail the prettied babe that e'er [ narf'd : 
An I might live to fee thee marry'd once, 
I have my wifh, 

.L. C. Marry, that marry is the very theme 

I came to talk of: Tell me, daughter Juliet* 

How {lands your disposition to be marry'd? 

JUL. It is an hour that I dream not of. 

Nur. An hour! were not I thine only nurfe, 
I'd fay, thou hadfl fuck'd wisdom from thy teat. 

L/C. Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, 
Here in Verona, ladies of efteem, 
Are made already mothers: by my count, 



i8 Romeo and Juliet. 

I was your mother much upon these years 

That you are now a maid. Thus then, in brief; """ 

The valiant Paris feeks you for his love. 

Nur. A man, young lady! lady, fuch a man, 
As all the world Why, he's a man of wax. 

L. C. Veronas fummer hath not fuch a flower. 

Nur. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. 

L. C. What fay you ? can you love the gentleman? 
This night you (hall behold him at our feail: 
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, 
And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; 
Examine every feveral lineament, 
And fee how one another lends content; 
And what obfcur'd in this fair volume lies, 
Find written in the margin of his eyes. 
This precious book of love, this unbound lover, 
To beautify him, only lacks a cover: 
The fifh lives in the fea; and 'tis much pride, 
For fair without the fair within to hide : 
That book in many's eyes doth (hare the glory, 
That in gold clafps locks-in the golden ftory ; 
So fhall you {hare all that he doth possefs, 
By having him, making yourfelf no Jefs. 

Nur. No lefs? nay, bigger; women grow by men,, 

L. C. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? 

JUL. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: 
Put no more deep will I endart mine eye, 
Than your confent gives ftrength to make it fly. 
Enter a Servant. 

'Ser. Madam, the guefts are come,fupperferv'd up, you 
fall'd, my young lady aflc'd for, the nurfe curf'd in the 
pantry, and every thing in extremity. I mult hence tq 



Romeo and Juliet. iy 

wait; T befeech you, follow {trait. 

L.C. We follow thee Juliet, the county ftays. 

Nur. Go, girl, feek happy nights to happy days. 

[Exeunt. 

AC? II. 

SCENE I. A Street. 

Enter, in majking Habits^ Torches 

and a Drum preceding them, M E R c u T i o, Ro M E o, 

BENVOLIO, and Others* 

ROM. What, ihall this fpeech be fpoke for our excufe ? 
Or (hall we on without apology? 

BEN. The date is out of fuch prolixity: 
We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a fcarf, 
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, 
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; 
But, let them measure us by what they will, 
We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. 

ROM. Give me a torch, _I am not for this ambling; 
Being but heavy, I will bear the light. 

MER. Nay, gentle Romeo, we miift have you dance. 

ROM. Not I, believe me: you have dancing (hoes, 
With nimble foles; I have a foul of lead, 
So flakes me to the ground, I cannot move. 

MER. You are a lover; borrow Cuj>:J's wings, 
And foar with them above a common bound. 

ROM. I am too fore enpearced with his (haft, 
To foar with his light feathers; and fo bound, 
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: 
Vnder love's heavy burthen do I link. 



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MER. And, to fink in it, fhould you burthen love; 
Too great oppreffion for a tender thing. 

ROM. Is love a tender thing: it is too rough, 
Too rude, too boift'rous; and it pricks like thorn. 

MER . If love be rough with you, be rough with love ; 
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down._ 
Give me acafe toput my visage in .[taking one from anAtt, 
A visor for a visor! ^throwing it a<vuay.~\ what care I, 
"What curious eye doth quote deformities? 
Here are the beetle-brows, {hall blufli for me. 

BEN. Come, knock, and enter; and no fooner in> 
But every man betake him to his legs. 

ROM. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, 
Tickle the fenfelefs rufhes with their heels; 
For J am proverb'd with a grandfire phrase,"" 
I'll be a candle-holder, and look on, 
The game was ne'er fo fair, and I am dun. 

MER. Tut! dun's the moufe, the conflable's own word: 
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire, 
Or (fave your reverence) love, wherein thou ftick'ft 
Up to the ears. Come, we burn day-light, ho. 

ROM. Nay, that's not fo. 

MER. I mean, fir, in delay; 
We wafte our lights in vain, like lamps by day: 
Take our good meaning; for our judgment fits 
Five times in that, ere once in our fine wits. 

ROM. And we mean well, in going to rhis raafkj 
But 'tis no wit to go. 

MER, Why, may one afk? 

ROM. I dreamt a dream to-night. 

Msx. And fo did [. 

ROM, Well, what was yours? 



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MEK. That dreamers often lie: 

POM. In bed afleep, while they do dream things true. 

MER. O, then, I fee, queen Mab hath been with you, 
She is the fancy's midwife; and me comes 
In fhape no bigger than an agat ftone 
On the fore-finger of an alderman, 
Drawn with a team of little atomies 
Over men's noses as they lie afleep: 
Her waggon -fpokes made of long fpinners' legs; 
The cover, of the wings of grafs hoppers; 
Her traces, of the fmalleft fpider's web; 
Her collars, of the moon-fhine's watry beams; 
Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lam, of film: 
Her waggoner, a fmall grey-coated gnat, 
Not half fo big as a round little worm 
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid: 
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, 
Made by the joyner fquirrel, or old grub, 
Time out o' mind the fairies' coach-makers. 
And in this ftate (he gallops night by night 
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: 
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on curtfies ftraight: 
O'er lawyers' fingers, who ftraight dream on fees: 
O'er ladies' lips, who ftraight on kifles dream; 
Which oft the angry Mab with blifters plagues, 
Because their breaths with fweet-meats tainted are: 
Sometime me gallops o'er a courtier's nose, 
And then dreams he of fmelling out a fuit: 
And fometime comes (he with a tithe-pig's tail, 
Tickling a parfon's nose as a' lies afleep, 
Then he dreams of another benefice: 
Sometime (he driveth o'er a foldier's neck, 

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2 Romeo and J uliet. 

And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, 
Of breaches, ambufcadoes, Spanish blades. 
Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon 
Drums in his ear; at which he ftarts, and wakes ; 
And, being thus frighted, fwears a prayer or two, 
And fleeps again. This is that very Mab, 
That plats the manes of horfes in the night; 
And cakes the elf-locks in foul fluttith hairs, 
Which once untangl'd much miffortune bodes. 
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, 
That prefles them, and learns them firft to bear, 
Making them women of good carriage. 
Snli this is me, 

ROM. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; 
Thou talk'ft of nothing. 

MER. True, I talk of dreams; 
Which are the children of an idle brain. 
Begot of nothing but vain fantafy; 
Which is as thin of fubftance as the air; 
And more inconftant than the wind, who wooes. 
Even now the frozen bosom of the north, 
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, 
Turning his face to the dew-dropping fouth. 

BEN. This wind, you talk of, blows us fromourfelves 
Supper is done, and we fhall come too late. 

ROM. I fear, too early: for my mind mifgives, 
Some confequence, yet hanging in the ftars, 
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date 
With this night's revels; and expire the term 
Of a defpised life, clos'd in my breaft, 
By fome vile forfeit of untimely death: 
But He, that hath the fteerage of my courfe, 

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DIreft my fuit!_On, lufty gentlemen. 

BEN. Strike, drum. [Drum Exeunt. 

SCENE II. Hall in Capulet'* Houfe. 

Musicians waiting. Servants pafs to and fro, 

Jetting the Room in Order, 

1. S. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? 
he ftiift a trencher! he icrape a trencher! 

2. 5. When good manners (hall lie all in one or two 
men's hands, and they unwalh'd too, 'tis a foul thing. 

i. S. Away with the joint-ftools, remove the court 

cup-board, look to the plate: good thou, fave me a 

piece of march-pane; and, as thoulov'ft me, let the por- 
ter let in Susan Grind/tone, and Nell. _ Antony ! Pot pan! 

3. 5. Ay, boy; ready. 

1 . 5. You arc look'd for, and call'd for, afk'd for, and 
fought for, in the great chamber. 

2. S. We cannot be here and there too Chearly, 
boys; be briflc a while, and the longer liver take all. 

Enter C A P u L E T , and those of his Houjhold ; 

their Guejis, and the Majken. 
CAP. Welcome, gentlemen! ladies, thathave their toes 

Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bout with you: 

Ah ha, my miftreiTes! which of you all 

Will no\v deny to dance? me that makes dainty, 

She, I'll fwear, hath corns; Am I come near ye now? 

Welcome gou too, gentlemen ! I have feen the day, 
That I have worn a visor ; and could tell 
A whifpVing tale in a fair lady's ear, 

Such as would please; 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:_ 

You are welcome, gentlemen Come, musicians, play 

[Musick. Dance forming. 



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A half, a hall! give room, and foot it, girls 

More light, ye knaves; and turn the tables up, 
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot._ 
Ah, firrah, this unlook'd-for fport comes well. 
Nay, fit, nay, fit, good cousin Capulet; 

[e/r -awing him a Chair, 
For you and I are paft our dancing days: 
How long is't now, fince laft yourfelf and I 
Were in a mafk? 

Cou. By'r-lady, thirty years. 

CAP. What, man ! 'tis not fo much, 'tis not fo much : 
'Tis fince the nuptial of Lucentie, 
Come pentecoft as quickly as it will, 
Some five and twenty years; and then we maflc'd. ' 

Cou. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his Ion is elder, fir; 
His fon is thirty. 

CJP. Will you tell me that? 
His fon was but a ward two years ago. 

[Juliet /'/ taken out, 

ROM. What lady's that, which doth enrich the hand 
Of yonder knight? [to a Servant. 

Ssr. I know not, fir. [Company dance. 

ROM- O, (he doth teach the torches to burn bright I 
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night 
Like a rich jewel in an Etbiop" 1 ^ ear : 
.Beauty too rich for ufe, for earth too dear! 
So fhews a fnowy dove trooping with crows, 
As yonder lady o'er her fellows (hows. 
The measure done, I'll watch her place of Hand, 
And, touching hers, make blefTcd my rude hand. - 
Did my heart love 'till now? forfwear it, fight j 
For I ne'er law true beauty 'till this night. 



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TVs. This, by his voice, fnould be a Mountague:^ 
Fetch me my rapier, boy :_ What, dares the flave 
Come hither, cover'd with an antick face, 
To fleer and fcorn at our folemnity ? 
Now, by the ftock and honour of my kin, 
To ftrike him dead I hold it not a fin. [fo? 

CAP . Why, how now, kinsman ? wherefore ftorm you 

TYB. Uncle, this is a Mountague, our foe; 
A villain, that is hither come in fpite, 
To fcorn at our folemnity this night. 

CAP. Young Romeo is't? 

TVs. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. 

CAP. Content thee, gentle coz', let him alone, 
'A bears him like a portly gentleman; 
And, to fay truth, Verona brags of him, 
To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth: 
I would not for the wealth of all this town, 
Here in my houfe, do him difparagement: 
Therefore be patient, take no note of him, 
It is my will; the which if thou refpeft, 
Shew a fair presence, and put off these frowns, 
An ill-befeeming femblance for a feaft. 

Tre. It fits, when fuch a villain is a gueft; 
I'll not endure him. 

CAP. He fhall be endur'd; 
What, goodman boy! I fay, he (hall: Go to; 
Am I the mafter here, or you r go to. 
You'll not endure himt-^God ihall mend my foul 
You'll make a mutiny among my guefts! 
You will fet cock-a-hoop ! you'll be the man! 

TTB. Why, uncle, 'tis a fuame: 
. CAP . Go to, go to, 



26 Romeo and Juliet. 

You are a faucy boy :_Ts't fo, indeed? 

This trick may chance to fcathe you; I know whati 

You muft contrary me! marry, 'tis time._ 

Well (aid, my hearts: You are a princox; go: 

Vie quiet, or More light, more lip;ht, for mame!.^ 

I'll make you quiet; What! Chearly, my hearts. 

9V.B. Patience perforce, with wilful choler meeting, 
Makes my flefli tremble in their different greeting. 
I wi'l withdraw: but this intrusion fhall, 
Now feeming fweet, convert to bitter gall. [Exit. 

[Dance ends. Juliet retires to her Seat. 

ROM. If I prophane with my unworthy hand 

[<draivitig up to her, and taking her Hand. 

This holy fhrine, the gentle fine is this 
IWy lips, two blufhing pilgrims, ready ftand 

To fmooth that rough touch with a tender kifs. 

Jui. . Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much^ 

Which mannerly devotion {hews in this; 
For faints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, 

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kifs. 

ROM. Have not faints lips, and holy palmers too? 

Jvi. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they mull use in prayer. 

ROM. O then, dear faint, let lips do what hands do; 

They pray, grant thou, left faith turn to defpair. 

JVL . Saints do not move, tho' grant for prayers' fake. 

J\OM . Then move not while my prayer's effect I take. 
Thus~f~from my lips, by yours, my fin is purg'd. 

JVL . Then have my lips the fin that they have took. 

ROM. Sin from my lips?_O trefpafs fweet ly urg'd !_ 

Give me my kifs again. [^{^ 

JUL. You kifs by the book. 

A*r. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. 

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Romeo and Juliet. 2; 

ROM. What is her mother? 

Nur. Marry, batchelor, 
Her mother is the lady of the houfe. 
And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous: 
I nurf'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal; 
I tell you he, that can lay hold of her, 
Shall have the chink. 

ROM. Is fhe a Capulet? 

dear account ! my life is my foe's debt. 
SEN. Away, begone; the fport is at the beft. 
ROM. Ay, fo I fear; the more is my unreft. 
CAP. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; 

We have a trifling foolifh banquet towards. 

[Ma/kers excuse themfel-ves with a Bow. 
Is it e'en fo? Why, then I thank you all; 

1 thank you, honeft gentlemen; good night :_ 
More torches here! Come on, then let's to bed. 
Ah, firrah, [to his Cousin.'] by my fay, it waxes late; 
I'll to my reft. [Company retire. 

Jut. Come hither, nurfe: What is yon' gentleman? 

Nur. The fon and heir of old Tiberio. 

Jvi. What's he, that now is going out of door? 

Nur. Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucbio. 

JUL . What's he, that follows there, that would not 

Nur. I know not. [dance? 

jfuL. Go, afk his natne:__if he be married, 
My grave is like to be my wedding bed. 

Nur. His name is Romeo, and a Mount ague\ 
The only fon of your great enemy. 

jfiri. My only love fprung from my only hate! 
Too early feen unknown, and known too late! 
Prodigious birth of love it is to me, 

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23 Romeo and Juliet. 

That I rnufl love a loathed enemy. 

Nur. What's this ? what thisr 

JUL. A rime I learnt even now 
Of one 1 danc'd withal. [One calls 'within. 

Nur. Anon, anon: *_^ 
Come, let's away; the ftrangers are all gone. [Exeunt. 



Enter Chorus. 
Now old desire doth on his death-bed lie, 

and young affe&ion gapes to be his heir; 
that fair, for which love groan'd fore, and would die, 

with tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair : 
Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again, 

alike bewitched by the charm ot looks; 
yet to his foe fuppos'd he muft complain, 

and {he fleal love's fweet bait from fearful hooks: 
Being held a foe, he may not have accefs 

to breath fuch vows as lovers use to fwear; 
and fhe as much in love, her means much lefs 

to meet her new- beloved any where: 
but paflion lends them power, time means to meet, 
temp'ring extremities with extream fweet. 

[Exit. 

SCENE III. Wall of Q^ltf, Garden. 

Enter ROMEO. 

ROM. Can T go forward, when my heart is here? 
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. 

[leapt the Wall. 

Enter BENVOLIO, O^MERCUTIO. 
EK. Romeo! why, cousin Romeo! 

10 in i* gronM for and 3* my 



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MER. He is wise; 
And, on my life, hath ftoln him home to bed. 

BEN. He ran this way, and leapt this orchard will: 
Call, good Mercutio. 

MER. Nay, I'll conjure too _ 
Romeo! humours! madman! paffion! lover! 
Appear thou in the likenefs of a figh, 
Speak but one rime, and I am fatiffy'd; 
Cry but Ay me, coaple but love and dove* 
Speak to my goflip Venus one fair word, 
One nick-name for her purblind fon and heir, 
Young Abraham Cupid, he that (hot fo true 

When king Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid. 

He heareth not, he ftirreth not, he moveth not; 
The ape is dead, and I muft conjure him._ 
I conjure thee by Rosaline bright eyes, 
By her high forehead, and her fcarlet lip, 
By her fine foot, ftrait leg, and quivering thigfe, 
And the demefnes that there adjacent lie, 
That in thy likenefs thou appear to us. 

BEN. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. 
A/R. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger hini 
To raise a fpirit in his miilrefs' circle 
Of fome ftrange nature, letting it there ftand 
Till {he had lay'd it, and conjur'd it down; 
That were fome fpits ; my invocation 
Is fair and honeft, in his miftrek* name 
1 conjure only but to raise up him. 

BEN. Come, he hath hid himfelf among those trees< 
To be conforted with the humorous night: 
Blind is his love, and bed befits the dark. 

ME JR. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. 

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VOL. X. C 



jOf Romeo and Juliet. 

Now will he fit under a medlar tree, 
And wifli his miftrefs were fuch kind of fruit, 
As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone:_ 
Ah, Romeo, that me were, ah, that me were 

An open"- , and thou a poperin pear! 

Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed'; 

This field-bed is too cold for me to fleep : 
Come, fhall we go ? 

BEN. Go then; for 'tis in vain 
To feek him here, that means not to be found. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. Tke Garden. 

Enter ROMEO. 
ROM. He jefts at fears, that never felt a wound. 

Enter JULIET, above. 
But, foft! what light through yonder window breaks? 

It is the eaft, and "jfuliet is the fun: 

Arise, fair fun, and kill the envious moon, 

Who is already fick and pale with grief, 

That thou her maid art far more fair than fhe> 

Be not her maid, fince fhe is envious; 

Her veftal livery is but fick and green, 

And none but fools do wear it, caft it off. __ 

It is my lady ; O, it is my love : 

O, that fhe knew fhe were! 

She fpeaks, yet fhe fays nothing; What of that? 

Her eye difcourfes, I will anfwer it. 

I am too bold, 'ris not to me fhe fpeaks: 

Two of the faireft ftars in all the heaven, 

Having fome busiuefs, do entreat her eyes 

To twinkle in their fphercs 'till they return. 

What if her eyes were there, they in her head? 

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The brightnefs of her cheek would fharrie those ftars, 
As day-light doth a lamp; her eye in heaven 
Would through the airy region ftream fo bright, 
That birds would fing, and think it were not night. 
See, how fhe leans her cheek upon her hand : 
O, that I were a glove upon that hand, 
That I might touch that cheek ! 

JVL. Ay me! 

ROM. She fpeaks:_ 

O, fpeak again, bright angel; fur thou art 
As glorious to this fight, being o'er my head, 
AS is a winged mefTenger of heaven 
Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes 
Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, 
When he beftrides the lazy-pacing clouds, 
And fails upon the bosom of the air. 

JUL. O Rorr.eo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? 
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: 
Or, if thou wilt not, be but fworn my love, 
And I'll no longer be a Capulet. 

ROM. Shall I hear more, or mall I fpeak at this? 

JVL. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy; 
Thou art rtbt thyfelf fo, though a Mountague. 
What's Mountague? it is nor hand, nor foot, 
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part: 
What's in a name? that which we call a rose, 
By any other name would fmell as fweet; 
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, 
Retain that dear perfection which he owes, 
Without that title -.-.Romeo, doff thy name; 
And for that name, which is no part of thee, 
Take all myfelf. 

night *3 though not a 

Ci 



j Romeo /re/ Jtrlief, 

ROM, I take thee at th.y word: 

[raising hit Voice, and /hoiulng bimfelf. 
Call rae but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd; 
Henceforth I never will be Romeo. [night; 

JUL. What man art thou, that, thus befcreen'd in 
So ftumbl'ft on my counfel? 

ROM. By a name 

I know not how to tell thee who I am : 
My name, dear faint, is hateful to myfelf, 
Because it is an enemy to thee; 
Had I it Written, I would tear the word. 

JUL. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words 
Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the found; 
Art thou not Romeo, and a Mountague? 

ROM, Neither, fair faint, if either thee diflike. 

Jut . How cam'ft thou hither,tell me ? and whereforet 
The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; 
And the place death, considering who thoa art, 
If any of my kinsmen find thee here. [walls; 

ROM. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these 
For ftony limits cannot hold love out: 
And what love can do, that dares love attempt; 
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. 

JVL. If they do fee thee, they will murther thee. 

ROM. Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye, 
Than twenty of their fwords; look thou but fweet, 
And I am proof againll their enmity. 

JUL. I would not for the world, they faw thee here. 

ROM. I have night's cloak to hide me from their figho; 
And, but thou love me, let them find me herej. 
My life were better ended by their hate, 
Than death prorogued, wanting of ihy. love. 



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"Jut . By whose direction found'ft thou out this place t 
ROM. By love, who firft did prompt me to enquire; 
He lent me counfel, and I len-t him eyes. 
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far 
As that vaft ihore wafh'd with the fartheft =fea, 
I would adventure for fuch merchandise. 

Jut . Thou know'ft, the maflc of night is on my face; 
Elfc would a maiden blufli bepaint my cheek, 
For that which thou haft heard me fpeak to-nig-ht. 
Fain would I dwell on form, fain fain deny 
What I have fpoke; But farewel compliment"! 
Doft thou love me? I know, thou wilt fay Ay; 
And I will take thy word: yet, if thou fwear'ft, 
Thou may'ft prove falfe ; at lovers' perjuries, 
They fay, Jo<ve laughs. O gentle Rcmeo, 
If thou doft love, pronounce k faithfully: 
Or if thou think'ft [ am too quickly won, 
I'll frown, and be perverfe, and fay thee nay, 
So thou wilt woo; but, elfe, not for the world. 
In truth, fair Mountague, I am too fond; 
And therefore thou may'ft think my 'haviour light: 
But truft me, gentleman, I'll prove more true 
Than those that have more cunning to be ftrange. 
I mould have been more ftrange, I muft confefs, 
But that thou over-hear'dft, e'er I was ware, 
My true love's paffion: therefore pardon me; 
And not impute this yielding to light love, 
Which the dark night hath fb difcovered. 

ROM. Lady, by yonder blefled moon I vo\v, 
That tips with filver all these fruit-tree tops, 

JUL. O, fwear not by the moon, the inconftant moon 
That monthly changes in her circl'd orb, 



34 Romeo <zW Juliet. 

Left that thy love prove likewise variable. 

ROM. What mall I fwear by ? 

JUL . Do not fwear at all ; 
Qr, if thou wilt, fwear by thy gracious felf, 
Which is the god of my idolatry, 
And I'll believe thee. 

.ROM. If my heart's dear love 

JVL. Well, do not fwear; although I joy in theC| 
I have no joy of this contract to-night: 
It is too rafh, too unadvis'd, too fudden; 
Too like the lightning, which doth ceafe to be, 
Ere one can fay It lightens. Sweet, good night! 
This bud of love, by fummer's rip'ning breath, 
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. 
Good night, good night! as fweet repose and reli 
Come to thy heart, as that within my breaft! 

POM. O, wilt thou leave me fo unfatiffy'd ? 

Jut. What fatiffa&ion canft thou have to-night? 

ROM. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine, 

JUL. I gave thee mine before thou didll requeft it; 
And yet I would it were to give again. * [love? 

ROM. Would'ft thou withdraw it? for what purpose, 

JUL. But to be frank, and give it thee again. 
And yet I wifli but for the thing I have: 
My bounty is as boundlefs as the fea, 
My love as deep ; the more I give to thee, 
The more I have, for both are infinite. 
J hear fome noise within; Dear love, adieu !_ 

\I\urj~e calls ivitbin. 

Anon, good nurfe: Sweet Mount ague, be true. 

Stay but a iitt.'e, I will come again. [Exit* 

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Being in night, all this is but a dream, 
Too flattering- fweet to be fubftantial. 

Re-enter JULIET, above. [deed. 

Jut. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night in- 
If that thy bent of love be honourable, 
Thy purpose marriage, fend me word to-morrow, 
By one that I'll procure to come to thee, 
Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite, 
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, 
And follow thee my lord throughout the world: 

Nur. [--within.] Madam i 

JUL. I come anon: But if thou mean'ft not well, 
I do befeech thee, 

Nur. ['within.'] Madam! 

Jut, By and by I come: 

To ceafe thy fuit, and leave me to my grief: 
To-morrow will I fend. 

ROM. So thrive my foul, 

JUL. A thousand times good night! [Exit. 

ROM. A thousand times the worfe.to want thy light 

Love goes toward love, as fchool-boys from their books ; 

[retires Jloivly . 

But love from love, towards fchool with heavy looks. 
Enter JULIET again, above. 

Jut. Hift, Ro?t:eo, hift!_O, for a faulc'ncr's voice, 
To lure this taflel-gentle back again! 
Bondage is hoarfc, and may not fpcak aloud; 
Elfe would 1 tear the cave where echo lies, 
And make her airy tongue more hoarfe than mine 
With repetition of my Romeo. 

Roy. It is my foul, that calls upon my name: 
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How filver-fweet found lovers' tongues by night! 
Like fofteft musick to attending ears. 

JUL. Romeo I 

ROM. My fweet? 

Jut. At what o'clock to-morrow 
Shall I fend to thee ? 

ROM. At the hour of nine. 

JVL. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years 'till then. 
I have forgot why I did call thee back. 

ROM. Let me Hand here 'till thou remember it. 

JVL. I (hall forget ftill, to have thee Hand there, 
Rememb'ring how I love thy company. 

ROM. And I'll ftill (lay, to have thee flill forget, 
Forgetting any other home but this. 

JUL. 'Tis almoft morning, I would have thee gone ; 
And yet no farther than a wanton's bird; 
Who lets it hop a little from her hand, 
Like a poor prisoner in his twifted gyves, 
And with a filk thread plucks it back again, 
So loving-jealous of his liberty. 

ROM. I would, I were thy bird. 

JUL. Sweet, fo would I; 
Yet I fhould kill thee with much cheriming. 
Good night, good night! parting is fuch fweet forrow, 
That I fhail fay good night, 'till it be morrow. [Exit. 

ROM. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breatt! 

'Would I were fieep and peace, fo fweet to reft! 

Hence will I to my ghoilly father's cell; 

His jielp to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit. 

SCENE V. Fields near a Con-vent. 
Enter Friar Lawrence, iviib a Bajket. 

" forget, to bav: :he full ftaj>4 



Romeo and Juliet. 37 

Fri. Thegrey-ey'd morn fmiles on the frowningnight, 
Checkering the eaftern clouds with ftreaks of light; 
And flecker'd darknefs like a drunkard reels 
From forth day's path -way, made by Titan's wheels: 
Now ere the fun advance his burning eye, 
The day to chear, and night's dank dew to dry, 
I mult up-fill this osier cage of ours 
With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. 
The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; 
What is her burying grave, that is her womb : 
And from her womb children of divers kind 
We fucking on her natural bosom find; 
Many for many virtues excellent, 
None but for fome, and yet all different. 
O, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies 
In herbs, plants, ftones, and their true qualities: 
For nought fo vile that on the earth doth live, 
Eut to the earth fome fpecial good doth give; 
Nor ought fo good, but, ftrain'd from that fair ufe* 
Revolts from true birth, {tumbling on abufe: 
Virtue itfelf turns vice, being mif-apply'd; 
And vice fometime's by aftion dignify'd. 
Within the infant rind of this~|~fmall flower 
Poison hath residence, and med'cine power: 
For this, being fmelt, with that part chears each part; 
Being tafted, Hays all fcnfes with the heart. 
TWO fuch opposed kings encamp them ftill 
In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will; 
And, where the worfer is predominant, 
Full foon the canker death eats up that plant. 
Enter ROMEO. 

7?o^. Good morrow, father. 

j fleckeld 



58 Romeo tfffrf'juljet, 

Fri. Bene elicit e! 

What early tongue fo fweet faluteth mer_ 
Young fon, it argues a diftemper'd head, 
So foon to bid good morrow to thy bed : 
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, 
And where care lodges, fleep will never lie ; 
But where unbruised youth with unftuft brain 
Doth couch his limbs, there golden fleep doth reign: 
Therefore thy earlinefs doth me afTure, 
Thou art uprouz'd by fome diftemp'rature; 
Or if not fo, then here I hit it righf- 
Our Rc/meo hath not been in bed to-night. 

ROM. That laft is true, the fvveeter reft was mine. 

Fri. God pardon fin ! waft thou with Rosaline? 

ROM. With Rosaline, my ghoftly father? no; 
I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. [then ? 

Fri. That's my good fon : But where haft thou been 

ROM. I'll tell thee, ere thou afk it me again. 
I have been feafting with mine enemy; 
Where, ofl a fuclden, one hath wounded me, 
That's by me wounded ; both our remedies 
Within thy help and holy phyfick lies: 
1 bear no hatred, blcfled man ; for, lo, 
My interceffion likewise fteads my foe. 

Fri. Be plain, good fon, and homely in thy drift; 
Riddling confeff.on finds but riddling fhrift. 

ROM . Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is fet 
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: 
As mine on hers, fo hers is fet on mine ; 
And all combin'd, fave what thou muft combine 
By holy marriage: When, and where, and how, 
We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, 



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I'll tell thee as we pafs ; but this I pray, 
That thou confent to marry us to-day. 

Fri. Holy faint Francis! what a change is here! 
Is Rosaline, whom thou didft love fo dear, 
So foon forfaken? young men's love then lies 
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. 
Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine 
Hath wafli'd thy fallow cheeks for Rosaline! 
How much fait water thrown away in wafte, 
To feason love, that of it doth not tafte! 
The fun not yet thy fighs from heaven clears, 
Thy old groans yet ring in my ancient ears ; 
J,o, here upon thy cheek the llain doth fit 
Of an old tear, that is not wafti'd off yet: 
If e'er thou waft thyfelf, and these woes thine, 
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline ; 
And art thou chang'd? pronounce this fentence then 
Women may fall, when there's no ftrength in men. 

ROM. Thou chid'ft me oft for loving Rosaline. 

Fri. For doating, not for loving, pupil mine. 

ROM. And bad'ft me bury love. 

Fri. Not in a grave, 
To lay one in, another out to have. 

ROM. I pray thee, chide not: (he, whom I love now, 
Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; 
The other did not fo. 

Fri. O, me knew well, 

Thy love did read by rote, and could not fpell. 
But come, young waverer, come go with rue, 
In one refpecl I'll thy aflirtant be ; 
For this alliance may fo happy prove,. 
*To turn your houiholds' rancour to pure love. 



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ROM. O, let us hence; I tend on fudden hafte. 
Fri. Wisely, and flow; They {tumble, that run faft. 

[Exeunt, 



ACT III. 

SCENE I. A Street. 
Enter BENVOLIO, ^MERCUTIO. 

MER. a23f)p, where the devil fhould this Romeo be!__ 
Came he not home to night? 

EN. Not to his father's; 
I fpoke with his man. [Rosaline* 

MER. Ay, that fame pale hard-hearted wench, that 
Torments him fo, that he will fure run mad. 

.#.v. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet> 
Hath fent a letter to his father's houfe. 

MER. A challenge, on my life. 

EN. Romeo will anfwer it. 

MER. Any man, that can write, may anfwer a letter. 

SEN. Nay, he will anfwer the letter's matter, how he 
dares, being dared. 

MER. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! ftab'd 
with a white wench's black eye, fliot thorough the ear 
with a love-fong, the very pin of his heart cleft with 
the blind bow-boy's but-fhaft; And is he a man to en- 
counter Tybalt? 

EEN. Why, what is Tybalt? 

MER. More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he 
is the courageous captain of compliments: he fights as 
you fing prick-fong, keeps time, diftance, and propor- 
tion ; he rdis hjs minum, one, two, and the third in your 



Romeo and Julief. ^i 

bosom: the' very butcher of a filk button, a duelift, a 
duelift; a gentleman of the very firft houfe of the firft 
and fecond cause : Ah, the immortal paflado! the puato 
reverfo! the hay! 

EN. The what? 

MER. The pox of fuch antick, lifping, affefting fen- 
tafikoes; these new tuners of accents! y Jesa, a very 

good blade \ a 'very tall man ; a <very good whore: Why, 

is not this a lamentable thiag, grandfire, that we mould 
be thus afflifted with these ftrange flies, these famion- 
mongers, these Pardon-me's; who iland fo much on the 
new form, that they cannot fit at ease on the old bench? 

their bones, their bones ! 

Enter ROMEO, at a Diftanct. 

SEN. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. 

MER. Without his roe, like a dry'd herring :_O flelh, 
flefh r how art thou fifhify'd! Now is he for the num- 
bers that Petrarch flow'd in; Laura, to his lady, was a 
kitchin-wench ; marry, (he had a better love to berime 
her: Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipfy ; Helen and Hero, 
hildings and harlots; Thisbe, a grey eye or fo, but not 

to the purpose. Signior Romeo, bonjourf there's a French 

falutation to your French flop. You gave us the counter- 
feit fairly laft night. 

ROM. Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did 

1 give you ? 

MER. The flip, fir, the flip; Can you not conceive? 

ROM. Pardon, good Mercutio, my businefs was great; 
and, in fuch a cafe as mine, a man may ftrain courtefy. 

MS.R. That's as much as to fay fuch a cafe as yours 
conftrains a man to bow in the hams. 

ROM. Meaning to curt'fy. 



42 Koineo and Juliet, 

MER. Thou haft moft kindly hit it. 

ROM. A moft courteous exposition. 

MER. Nay, I am the very pink of courtefy. 

ROM. Pink for flower. 

MER. Right. 
. ROM'. Why, then is my pump well flower'd. 

MER. Well faid: follow me this jeft now, 'till thou 
Jiaft worn out thy pump; that, when the lingle fole of 
it is worn, the jeft may remain, after the wearing, fole- 
iingufar. 

ROM. O fingle-fol'd jeft, folely fingular for the lin- 
gle nefs ! 

MER. Come between us, good Bez<vol/o; my wit faints. 

ROM. Switch and fpurs, fwitch and fpurs; for I cry a 
match. 

MER. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goofe chafe, I 
have done; for thou haft more of the wild-goofe in one 
of thy wits, than, I am fure, I have ifi my whole five: 
Was I with you there for the goofe ? 

ROM. Thou waft never with me for any thing, when 
thou waft not there for the goofe. 

MER. I will bite thee by the ear for that jeft. 

ROM. Nay, good goofe, bite not. 

MER. Thy wit is a very bitter fweeting ; it is a moft 
fliarp fauce. 

ROM. And is it not well ferv'd in to a fweet goofe r 

MER. O, here's a wit of cheveril! that ftretches from 
an inch narrow to an ell broad. 

ROM. 1 ftrctch it out for that word broad ; which, ad- 
ded to the goofe, proves thee far and wide a broad 
goofe. 

MXR. Why, is not this better now than groaning for 

*4 or lie 



Romeo and Juliet. 43. 

love? now art thou fociable, now art thou Romeo; now 
art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for 
this driveling love is like a great natural, that runs lol- 
ling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole. 

EU. Stop there, ftop there. 

MER. Thou desireit me to flop in my tale againft the 
hair. 

ZN. Thou would'fl elfe have made thy tale large. 

MER. O, thou art deceived, I would have made it 
fhort: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; 
and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. 

ROM. Here's goodly geer! 

Enter Nurfe, and her Man. 

MER. A fail, a fail, a fail! 

sff. Two, two; a ftiirt, and a finock. 

Nur. Pet erf 

Man. Anon? 

JIur. My fan, Peter. 

MER. Do, good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's 
the fairer of the two. 

Nur. God ye good morrow, gentlemen. 

MER. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. 

Nur. Is it good den ? 

MER. 'Tis no lefs, I tell you; for the bawdy hand of 
the dial is now upon the prick of noon. 

Nur. Out upon you! what a man are you? 

ROM. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made him- 
felf to mar. 

Nur. By my troth, it is well faid; For himfelf to 

mar, quoth 'a? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me 

where 1 may find the young Romeo? 

ROM. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older 



44 Romeb and Juliet. 

when you have found him, than he was when you 
fought him: I am the youngeli of that name, for fault 
of a worfe. 

Nur. You fay well. 

MER. Yea, is the worft well? very well took, i'faith ; 
wisely, wisely 

Nur. If you be he, fir, I desire fome confidence with 
you. [taking him ajide. 

HEN. She will indite him to fupper. 

MER. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd; So ho! 

ROM. What haft thou found? 

MER. No hare, fir; unlefs a hare, fir, in a lenten pyc, 

that is fomething ftale and hoar ere it be /pent: 

An old bare hoar, 
and an old hare boar t 
is very good meat in lent : 
but a hare that is hoar 
is too much for a /core, 

ivben it boars ere it be /pent 

Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to dinner 
thither. 

ROM. I will follow you. 

MER. Farewel, ancient lady; farewel, lady, lady, la- 
dy. [ Exeunt MER. and BEN. 

Nur. I pray you, fir, what faucy merchant was this, 
that was fo full of his ropery? 

ROM. A gentleman, nurfe, that loves to hear himfelf 
talk; and will fpeak more in a minute, than he will' 
ftand to in a month. 

Kur. An 'a fpeak any thing againft me, I'll take him 
down, an 'a were luftier than he is, and twenty fuch 
Jacks; and if I can not, I'll find those that fhall, Scurvy 



Romeo and Juliet. ^ 

knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of his 

fkaines-raates: And thou muft itand by too, and fuffer 

every knave to use me at his pleasure. 

Man. I faw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, 
my weapon mould quickly have been out> I warrant you: 
] dare draw as foon as another man, if I fee occasion in 
a good quarrel, and the law on my fide. 

Nur. Now, afore God, I am fo vext, that every part 

about me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, fir, a word: 

and as I told you, my young lady bad me enquire you 
out; what (he bad me fay, [ will keep to myfelf: But 
firft let me tell ye, if ye (hould lead her into a fool's pa- 
radife, as they fay, it were a very grofs kind of beha- 
viour, as they fay: for the gentlewoman is young; and, 
therefore, if you fhould deal double with her, truly, it 
were an ill thing to be offer'd to any gentlewoman, and 
very weak dealing. 

ROM. Nurfe, commend me to thy lady and miftrefs. 
I proteft unto thee, 

Nur. Good heart, and, i'faith ? |I will tell her as much: 
Lord, lord, (he will be a joyful woman. [mark me. 

ROM. What wilt thou tell her, nurfe? thou dolt not 

Nur. I will tell her, fir, that you do proteft; which, 
as 1 take it, is a gentleman -like offer. 

ROM. Bid her devise fome means to come to fhrift 
This afternoon; 

And there (he (hall at friar Lawrence 1 cell 
Be fhriv'd, and marry'd. Here^is for thy pains. 

Nur. No, truly, fir; not a penny. 

ROM. Go to; I fay, you (hall. 

Nur. This afternoon, fir? well, fhe mall be there. 

ROM. And ftay, good nurfe, behind the abbey wall : 

VOL. X. D 



'{ Rdmeo and Julief. 

Within this hour my man fliall be with ttiee; 
And bring thee cords made like a tackl'd Hair, 
"Which to the high top-gallant of my joy 
Muft be my convoy in the fecret night. 
Farewell Be trufty, and I'll quite thy pains; 
Farewell Commend me to thy miftrefs. 

JV*r. Now God in heaven blefs thee! Hark you, fir. 

[calling him back. 

ROM. What fay'ft thou, my dear nurfe? 

Nur. Is your man fecret ? Did you ne'er hear fay 
Two may keep counfel, putting one away? 

ROM. I warrant thee; my man's as true as fteel. 

Nur. Well, fir; my miftrefs is the fweeteft lady_ 
Lord, lord! _when 'twas a little prating thing, O, 
There is a nobleman in town, one Paris, 
That would fain lay knife aboard; but ihe, good foul, 
Had as lieve fee a toad, a very toad, 
As fee him: I D& anger her fometimes, 
And tell her that Paris is the properer man ; 
But, I'll warrant you, when I fay fo, me looks 
As pale as any cleut i' the 'verfal world. 
Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin 
Both with a letter? 

ROM. Ay, nurfe; What of that? 
Both with an R. 

Nur. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name; 
R for thee? no; I know, it begins with 
Some other letter: and me hath the prettieft 
Sententious of it, of you and rosemary, 
'Twould do you good to hear it. 

ROM. Commend me to thy lady. [Exit. 

Nor. Ay, a thousand times. ^. Peter! 

*7 R is for the no, 



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Man. Anon? 
Nur. Before; 
And toalft apace. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. CapuIetV Garden. 
Enter JULIET. 

JaL. Theclockftrook nine, when Idid fend the nurfe; 
In half an hour (he'promis'd to return. 
Perchance, (he cannot meet him: that's net fo. 
O, (he is lame! love's heralds (hould be thoughts, 
Which ten times fafter glide than the fun's beams, 
Driving back ihadows over lovvring hills: 
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, 
And therefore hath the wind-fwift Cupid wings. 
Now is the fun upon the hi^hmoit hill 
Of this day's journey; and from nine 'till twelve 
Is three long hours, yet (he is not come: 
Had (he affeftions, and warm youthful blood, 
She'd be as (wife in motion as a ball; 
My words would bandy her to my f.veet love, 
And his to me: 

Bat old folks, many fain as they were dead; 
Unwieldy, flow, heavy and pale as lead. 
Enter Nurfe, and her Man. 

O God, (he comes! _ O honey nurfe, what news? 
Haft thou met with him? Send thy man away. 

Nur. Peter, (lay at the gate. [Exit Man. 

JUL. Now, good fweet nurfe, O lord, why look'il 

thou fad ? 

Though news be fad, yet teil them merrily; 
If good, thou (ham '11 the musick of'fweet news 
By plaving it to me with fo four a face. 

' gl'dw 

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48 Romeo 

Nur. I am aweary, give me leave a while ,'_ 
Fie, how my bones ake! What a jaunt have I hadf 

Jut. I would, thou hadft my bones, and I thy news: 
Nay, come, I pray thee, fpeak; good good nurfe, fpeak. 

Nur. Jeut, what hafte? can you not flay a while? 
Do you not fee, that I am out of breath? 

JVL. Howart thou outof breath, when thou haft breath 
To fay to me that thou art out of breath? 
The excufe, that thou doft make in this delay, 
Is longer than the tale thou doft excuse. 
Is thy news good, or bad? anfwer to that; 
Say either, and I'll ftay the circumftance: 
Let me be fatiffy'd ; Is't good, or bad ? [not 

Nur. Well, you have made a fimple choice; you know 
How to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; 
Though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg 
Excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, 
And a body, though they be not to be talk'd on, 
Yet they are paft compare: 

He is not the flower of courtefy, but, I'll warrant him, 
As gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench; ferve God: 
What, have you din'd at home ? 

Jut. No, no: But all this did I know before ; 
What fays he of our marriage? what of that? 

Nur. Lord, how my head akes ! what a head have 1! 
Jt beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. 
My back o 1 t'other fide, O, my back, my back!_ 
Belhrew your heart, for fending me about, 
To catch my death with jaunting up and down! 

JUL. I' faith, 1 am ferry that thou art not well: 
Sweet, fweet, fweet nurfe, tell me, what fays my love? 

Nur. Your love fays like an honeft gentleman, 



Borneo and Juliet. 49 

And a courteous, and a kind, and a handfome, and,I war- 
A virtuous: Where's your mother? [rant, 

JUL. Where is my mother? why, (he is within ; 
Where fhould (he be? How oddly 'thou reply'ft; 
Tour li-uc fays like an boneji gentleman, 
Where is your mother? 

Nvr. O god's lady dear! 
Are you fo hot? Marry, come up, I trow; 
]s this the poultice for rny aking bones? 
Henceforward do your meflages yourfelf. 

Jut, Here's fuch a coil ;_Come, what fays Romeo? 

Nur. Have you got leave to go to fhrift to-day? 

JUL. I have. 

Nur. Then hie you hence to friar Lawrence* cell, 
There ftays a husband to make you a wife: 
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, 
They'll be in fcarlet ftraight at any news. 
Hie you to church; I muft another way, 
To fetch a ladder, by the which your love 
Muft climb a bird's neft foon, when it is dark: 
I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; 
But you mail bear the burthen foon at night. 
Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. 

JUL. Hie to high fortune; _honeft nurfe, farewe!. 
[Exeunt, fe-verally . 

SCENE III. Friar Lawrence', Cell. 

Enter ROMEO, and Friar Lawrence. 
Fri. So fmile the heavens upon this holy aft, 
That after hours with forrow chide us not! 

/Jo A;. Amen, amen! but come what forrow can, 



50 Romeo and Juliet. 

That one fhort minute gives me in her fight: 
Do thou but close our hands with ho!y words, 
Then love-devouring death do what he dare, 
Jt is enough I may but call her mine. 

Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, 
And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, 
Which, as they kiis, confume: The fweeteft honey 
Js loathfcme in his own delicioufnefs, 
And in the tafte confounds the appetite: 
Therefore, love moderately; long love doth fo; 
Too fwift arrives as tardy as too flow. 

Enter JULIET. 

Here comes the lady;_O, fo light a foo? 
Will ne'er wear out the everlafting flint: 
A lover may beftride the goflamour, 
That idles in the wanton fummer air, 
And yet not fall ; fo light is vanity. 

JVL. Good even to my ghoftly confeflbr. 

Fri. Romeo (hall thank, thee, daughter, for us both, 

jfui. As much to him, elie is his thanks too much. 

ROM . Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy 
Be heap'd like mine, and that thy fkill be more 
To blazon it, then fweeten with thy breath 
This neighbour air, and let rich musick's tongue 
Unfold the imagin'd happinefs that both 
Receive in either by this dear encounter. 

JVL. Conceit, more rich in matter than in wordsj 
Brags of his fubftance, not of ornament: 
They are but beggars, that can count their worth; 
But my true love is grown to fuch excefs, 
I cannot fum up half my fum of wealth. [work; 

Fri. Come, come with me, a->d we will make fhor; 

'5 gefLmouri, 3' f\im of haJfe my 



Romeo and Juliet. 51 

For, by your leaves, you (hall not ftay alone, 

Till holy church incorporate two in one. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. ApublickPlace. 

Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, 

and Servants. 

BEN. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire; 
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, 
And, it we meet, we (hall not fcape a brawl; 
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood ftirring. 

MER. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, when 
he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his fword 
upon the table, and fays, God fend me no need of thee! and, 
by the operation of the fecond cup, draws it on the 
drawer, when indeed there is no need. 

BEN. Am I like fuch a fellow? 

ME R . Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood 
as any in Italy; and as foon moved to be moody, and as 
foon moody to be mov'd. 

BEN. And what to? 

MER. Nay, an there were two fuch, we fliould have 
rone (hortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why, 
thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or 
a hair lefs, in his beard, than thou haft: thou wilt quar- 
rel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other rea- 
son but because thou haft hazel eyes; What eye, but 
i'uch an eye, could fpy out fuch a quarrel? thy head is 
.is full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy 
head hath been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrel- 
ing: thou haft quarrel'd with a man for coughing in the 
llrcet, because he hath waken'd thy dog that hath lain 
afleep in the fun : Did'ft thou not fall out with a taylor, 



jz Romeo and Juliet. 

for wearing his new doublet before eafter? with ano- 
ther, for tying his new fhoes with old ribband? and yet 
thou wilt tutor me for quarreling! 

BEN.' An I were fo apt to quarrel as thou art, any 
man fhould buy the fee-fimple of my life for an hour 
and a quarter. 

MER, The fee-fimple? o fimple! 

Enter TYBALT, and Others. 

SEN. By my head, here come the Capulets. 

MER. By my heel, 1 care not. 

Trs. Follow me clofe, for I will fpeak to them._ 
Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. 

MER. And but one word with one of us? couple it 
with fomething; make it a word, and a blow. 

Trs. You fhall find me apt enough to that, fir, an 
you will give me occasion. 

MER. Could you not take fome occasion without 
giving? 

TYB. Mercutio, thou confort'ft with Ronuo, 

MER. Confort! what, doll thou make us minftrels ? an 
thou make minftrels of us, look to hear nothing but dif- 
cords: here's my ~j~fiddle-ftick; here's that fhall make 
you dance. 'Zounds, confort! 

EEN. We talk here in the publick haunt of men: 
Either withdraw unto fome private place, 
And reason coldly of your grievances, 
Or elfe depart ; here all eyes gaze on us. 

MER. Men'seyesweremadetolook,andlet themgazej 
J will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. 
Enter ROMEO. 

Trs. Well, peace be with you, fir; here comes my man. 

MER. But I'll be hang'd, fir, if he wear your livery: 

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Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; 
Your wodliip, in that fenfe, may call him man. 

TYB. Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford 
No better term than this Thou art a villain. 

ROM. Tybalt, the reason I have to love thee 
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage 
To fuch a greeting: Villain am I none; 
Therefore, farewel; I fee, thou know'ft me not. 

TTB. Boy, this fhall not excuse the injuries 
That thou haft done me; therefore turn, and draw. 

ROM, I do proteft, 1 never injur'd thee; 
But love thee better than thou canft devise, 
'Till thou (halt know the reason of my love: 
And fo, good Capulet, which name I tender 
As dearly as my own, be fatiffy'd. 

MER. O calm, dimonourable, vile fubmifllon! 
Alaftoccata carries it away \_ilra-ivt. 

Tybalt, you rat-catcher, come, will you walk? 

TYB. What would'ft thou have with me? 

MER. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of your 
nine lives ; that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you 
fhall use me hereafter, dry-beat the reft of the eight. 
Will you pluck your fword out of his pilcher by the ears? 
make hafte, left mine be about your ears ere it be out. 

TTB. I am for you. [draws too. 

ROM. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. 

MER. Come, fir, your paflado. [they fight. 

ROM. Draw, Benvolio; [draws, and rum tftnueen. 

Beat down their weapons: Gentlemen, for fhame 

Forbear this outrage; Tybalt Mercutio 

[ ftri-ving to part them. 
The prince exprefiy hath forbid this bandying 

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54 Romeo and J ulkt. 

In Vercna flreets: hold, Tybalt ; good Mercvth. 

[Tybalt 'wounds Meicutio, and Exit, 

MER. I am hurt; 

A plague o' both the houses! I am /ped:_ 
Js he gone, and hath nothing ? 

EN. What, art thou hurt? 

MR. Ay,ay,a fcratch, a fcratch; marry,'tlsenough._^ 
Where is my pagc?_go, villain, fetch a furgeon. 

[Exit Page. 

ROM. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. 

MER, No, 'tis not fo deep as a well, nor fo wide as a 
church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill ferve: afk for me 
to-morrow, and you (hall find me a grave man. I am 
pepper'd, I warrant, for this world; A plague o' both 
your houses !_ What, a dog, a rat, a moufe, a cat, to 
fcratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, 

that figh-ts by the book of arithmetick ! Why, the 

devil, came you between usr I was hurt under your arm. 

ROM. I thought all for the beft. 

MER. Help me into fome houfe, Bfnvolio, 
Or 1 fhall faint A plague o' both your hou-ses! 
They have made worms' meat of me : 
I ha't, and foundly too: Your houses! 

[Exit, led by BEXV<OLIO anJ Servants, 

ROM. This gentleman, the prince's near ally, 
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt 
In my behalf; my reputation ftain'd 
With 7) halt's (lander, Tybalt that an hour 
Hath been my kinsman. _O fweet Juliet, 
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, 
#4 in my temper foften'd valour's fteel. 
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BEN. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; 
That gallant fpirit hath afpir'd the clouds, 
Which too untimely here did fcorn the earth. 

ROM. This day's black fate on more days doth depend; 
This but begins the woe, others muft end. 
Re-enter TYBALT. 

EV. Here comes the furious Ty&alt back agaip. 

ROM. Again ? in triumph ? and Mercutio flain? 
Away to heaven, refpeftive lenity, 
And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now.'__ 
Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, 
That late thou gav'ft me ; for Mercurials foul 
]s but a little way above our heads, 
Staying for thine to keep him company; 
Either thou, or I, or both, muft go with him. 

Trx. Thou, wretched boy, that didftconfort him here, 
Shalt with him hence. 

ROM. This lhall determine that. [fght. Tybalt/a///. 

BEK. Romeo, away, be gone; 
The citizens are up, and Tybalt flain: 
Stand not amaz'd; the prince will doom thee death* 
If thou art taken; hence, be gone, away. 

ROM. O, I am fortune's fool! 

SEN. Why doft thou ftay? [Exit ROMEO. 

Enter Citizens, Officers, &C. 

i.O. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio? 
Tybalt, that murtherer, which way ran he? 

/>V. There lies that Tybalt. 

i.O. Up, fir, go with me; 
I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. 

Enter Prince, and Attendants; MOUNTAGUF, 
Capulet, their Wives, and Otbert. 



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56 Romeo and Juliet. 

PrL Where are the vile beginners of this fray ? 

BEN. O noble prince, I can difcover all 
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: 
There ~j~ lies the man, flain by young Romeo, 
That flew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. 

L. C. Tybalt, my cousin ! O my brother's child 1.^ 

O prince !_O husband !_O, the blood is fpill'd 
Of my dear kinsman !_Prince, as thou art true, 
For blood of ours Ihed blood of Mount ague. 
O cousin, cousin! 

Pri. Benvclio, who began this bloody fray? 

BEtf. Tjdalt ,\\ere flain, whom Romeo's hand did flay; 
Romeo that fpoke him fair, bad him bethink 
How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal 
Your high difpleasure: all this uttered 
With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, 
Could not take truce with the unruly fpleen. 
Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts 
With piercing fleel at bold Mercutio's bread ; 
Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, 
And, with a martial fcorn, with one hand beats 
Cold death afide, and with the other fends 
Jt back to Tybalt, whose dexterity 
Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, 

Hold, friends! friends, part ! and, fwifter than his tongue, 
His agil arm beats down their fatal points, 
And 'twixt them ruflies; underneath whose arm 
An envious thruft from Tybalt hit the life 
Of flout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled: 
But by and by comes back to Romeo, 
Who had but newly entertain'd revenge, 
And to't they go like lightning ; for, ere I 

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Could draw to part them, was ftout Tybalt flain; 
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly: 
This is the truth, or let Ben-jolio die. 

L. C. He is a kinsman to the Mountagve, 
Affeftion makes him falfe, he fpeaks not true; 
Some twenty of them fought in this black ftrife, 
And all those twenty could but kill one life : 
I beg for juftice, which thou, prince, muft give; 
Romeo flew Tybalt, Romeo muft not live. 

Pri. Romeo flew him, he flew Mercutio; 
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? 

Mou. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; 
His fault concludes but, what the law fhould end, 
The life of Tybalt. 

Pri. And, for that offence, 
Immediately we do exile him hence: 
I have an interell in your hates' proceeding, 
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a bleeding; 
But I'll amerce you with fo itrong a fine, 
That you fhall all repent the lofs of mine: 
I will be deaf to pleading and excufes; 
Nor tears, nor prayers, (hall purchafe out abufes, 
Therefore use none : Let Romeo hence in halte, 
Elfe, when he's found, that hour is his latt. 
Bear hence this body, and attend our will: 
Mercy but murders, pard'ning those that kill. [Exeunt, 

SCENE V. CapuletV G/vfc*. 

Enter JULIET. 

JUL. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed deed", 
Towards Pbcebus' lodging; fuch a waggoner 
As Phatton would whip you to the well, 



58 Romeo taut Juliet. 

And bring in cloudy night immediately. , 

Spread thy clofe curtain, love-performing night* 
That te run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo 
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unfeen 
Lovers can fee to do their amorous rites 
By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, 

It belt agrees with night; Come, civil night 

Thou fober-fuited matron, all in black, 
And learn me how to lose a winning match, 
Play'd for a pair of ftainlefs maidenheads: 
Hood my unman'd blood, baiting in my cheeks, 
With thy black mantle; 'till llrange love, grown bold, 
Think true love afted fimple modeity. 
Come, night,_Come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; 
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night 

Whiter than new fnow on a raven's back. 

Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night, 
Give me my Romeo: r.nd, when he fhall die, 
Take him and cut him out in little ftars; 
And he will make the face of heaven fo fine, 
That all the world (hall be in love with night, 

And pay no worfhip to the garifh fun 

O, I have bought the manfion of a love, 

But not possefT'd it; and, though I am fold, 

Not yet enjoy'd: So tedious is this day, 

As is the night before fome feftival 

To an impatient child, that hath new robes, 

And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurfe, 

Enter Nurfe, at a Diftance. 

And fhe brings news; and every tongue, that fpeaks 
But^cw/fo's name, fpeaks heavenly eloquence. 
Now, nurfe, what newsr What haltthou there? the cord;., 

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That Reatee bid thee fetch ? 

Nur. Ay, ay, the cords. [throwing them dwott. 

JUL. Ay me! what news? why doft thou wring thjr 
hands ? 

Nur. Ah wel-a-day ! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead:.^ 
We are undone, lady, we are undone; 
Alack the day ! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead. 

JVL. Can heaven be fo envious? 

Nur. Romeo can, 

Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo,"* 

Who ever would have thought it? Romeo. f 

JUL . What devil art thou, that doft torment me thus ? 
This torture mould be roar'd in dismal hell. 
Hath Romeo flain himfelf? fay thou but /, 
And that bare vowel / mall poison more 
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice : 
I am not I, if there be fuch an /; 
Or those eyes ftiut, that makes thee anfwer/. 
If he be flain, fay /; or if not, no: 
Brief founds determine of my weal, or woe. 

Nur. I faw the wound, I faw it with mine eyes, 
God fave the mark! here on his manly breaft: 
A piteous corfe, a bloody piteous corfe; 
Pale, pale as aflies, all bedawb'd in blood, , 

All in gore blood; I fownded at the fight. [once! 

JUL. O break, my heart; poor bankrupt, break at 
To prison, eyes; ne'er look on liberty! 
Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; 
And thou, and Rcmeo, prefs one heavy bier! 

[Jinking into a Si'af*. 

Nur. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the beft friend I had! 
O courteous 'Tybalt! honeft gentleman ! i 

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60 

That ever I fiiould live to fee thee dead ! 

JUL. What Itorm is this, that blows fo contrary? 

[parting up. 
Is Remeo flaughter'd ? and is Tybalt dead ? 

My deareil cousin, and my dearer lord ? 

Then, dreadful trumpet, found the general doom; 
For who is living, if those two are gone? 

Nur. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banifhed ; 
Romeo, that kilPd him, he is baniftied. 

JUL. OGod !_did Romeo's hand fhed Tybalt's blood ? 

Nur. It did, it did; alas the day ! it did. 

JVL. O ferpent heart, hid with a flovv'ring face! 
Did ever dragon keep fo fair a cave? 
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! 
Dove-feather'd raven! wolvifh-rav'ning lamb ! 
Defpised fubftance of divineft mow; 
Juft opposite to what thou juftly feem'lr, 

A damned faint, an honourable villain! 

O, nature, what hadft thou to do in hell, 
When thou didft bovver the fpirit of a fiend 
In mortal paradife of fuch fvveet flefli?_ 
Was ever book, containing fuch vile matter, 
So fairly bound? O, that deceit ihould dwell 
In fuch a gorgeous palace ! 

Nur. Theie's no truft, 
No faith, no honefty in men; all perjar'd, 
All forfworn, all naught, all difiemblers 

Ah, where's my manr give me fome aqua -~cit<r: 

These griefs, these woes, these forrows make me old. 
Shame come to Romeo! 

JVL. Blifter'd be thy tongue, 
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tJpon his brow fhame is afham'd to fit; 

For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd 

Sole monarch of the univerfal earth. 

O, what a beaft was I to chide at him! [sin? 

Nur. Will you fpeak well of him that kill'd your cou- 
JVL. Shall I fpeak ill of him that is mv husband?^. 

Ah poor my lord, what tongue (hall fmooth thy name, 

When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangl'd it? 

But wherefore, villain, didft thou kill my cousin? 

That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: 

Back, foolifli tears, back to your native fpring; 

Your tributary drops belong to woe, 

Which you, miftaking, offer up to joy. 

My husband lives, that Tybalt would have flain; 

And Tybalt dead, that would have flain my husband: 

All this is comfort; Wherefore weep I then? 

Some word there was, worfer than Tybalt's death, 

That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; 

But, o, it prefles to my memory, 

Like damned guilty deeds to tinners' minds: 

Tybalt /j dead, and Romeo banijbed; 

That banifhed, that one word baniflied, 

Hath flain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death 

Was woe enough, if it had ended there: 

Or, if four woe delights in fellowship, 

And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,""* 

Why folio w'd not, when {he faid Tybalt's dead, 

Thy father, or thy mother, nay or both, 

Which modern lamentation might have mov'd? 

But, with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, 

Romeo is banijhed, to fpeak that word, 

Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, 

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6? Romeo and Juliet. 

All flain, all dead: Romeo is banijbed, 

There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, 

In that word's death; no words can that woe found.-. 

Where is my father, and my mother, nurfe? 

Nur. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt* s corfe: 
Will you go to them? I will bring you thither, 

JVL. Warn they his wounds with tears: mine {hall be 

fpent, 

When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banifhment. 
Take up those cords; Poor ropes, you are beguil'd, 
Both you and I; for Romeo is exil'd: 
He made you for a highway to my bed; 
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. 
Come, cords; come, nurfe; I'll to my wedding bed; 
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead. 

Nur. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo 
To comfort you; I wot well where he is. 
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night; 

I'll to him, he is hid at Lawrence* cell. 

JVL. Q,find him! give this ^ ring to my true knight; 

And bid him come, to take his lad farewel. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VI. Friar Lawrence'/ Cell. 

Enter Friar Lawrence. 
Fri. Roffieo,come forth ;come forth, thou fearful man; 

Enter ROMEO. 

Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, 
And thou art wedded to calamity. 

ROM. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? 
What forrow craves acquaintance at my hand* 
That I yet know not? 
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Romeo and Juliet. 63 

Is my dear fon with fuch four company: 
1 bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. 

ROM. Whatlefs than doom's-day is the prince's doom? 
Fri. A gentler judgment vanilh'd from his lips; 
Not body's death, but body's banifhment. 

ROM. Ha, banimment? be merciful, fay death; 
For exile hath more terror in his look, 
Much more than death: do not fay banimment. 

Fri. Here from Verona art thou banimed: 
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. 

ROM. There is no world without Verona walls, 
But purgatory, torture, hell itfelf. 
Heoce-banifhed is banifh'd from the world, 
And world's-exile is death; then banifhment 
Is death mif-term'd: calling death banimment, 
Thou cut'll my head off with a golden axe, 
And fmil'ft upon the ftroke that murders me. 
Fri. O deadly fin! o rude unthankfulnefs! 
Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, 
Taking thy part, hath rum'd afide the law, 
And turn'd that black word death to banifhment: 
This is dear mercy, and thou fee'ft it not. 

ROM. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here 
Where Juliet lives ; and every cat, and dog, 
And little moufe, every unworthy thing, 
Live here in heaven, and may look on her, 
But Romeo may not: More validity, 
More honourable flate, more courtfhip lives 
In carrion flies, than Romic: they may feize 
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand, 
And fteal immortal blefiing from her lips; 
Who, even in pure and veital modefty, 

'4 baniflud 

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(>4 Romeo and Juliet. 

Still blufti, as thinking their own kiffes fin: 

Flies may do this, but I from this muft fly; 

They are free men, but I am banifhed. 

Hadil thou no poison mixt, no fharp-ground knife, 

No fudden mean of death, though ne'er fo mean, 

But banifhed to kill me? banifhed ? 

O friar, the damned use that word in hell ; 

Howlings attend it: How haft thou the heart, 

Being a divine, a ghoftly confeflbr, 

A fm-absolver, and my friend profeft, 

To mangle me with that word baniihment? 

Frf. Thou fond mad man, hear me a little fpeak,- 

ROM. O, thou wilt fpeak again of baniihment. 

Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word; 
Adverfjty's fweet milk, philofophy, 
To comfort thee, though thou art banimed. 

ROM. Yet banifhed? Hang up philofophy! 
Unlefs philofophy can make a Juliet, 
Difplant a town, reverfe a prince's doom ; 
It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more. 

Fri. O, then I fee that madmen have no ears, [eyes? 

ROM . How mould they, when that wise men have no 

Fri. Let me difpute with thee of thy eftate. 

ROM. Thou canft not fpeak of what thou doft not feel : 
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, 
An hour but marry'd, Tybalt murdered, 
Boating like me, and like me banifhed, 
Then might'ft thou fpeak, then might'lUhou tear thy hair. 
And fall upon the ground, as I do~fnow, 
Taking the measure of an unmade grave. 

[Knock IV! thin. 

Fri. Arise, one knocks ; good Romeo, hide thy felt". 

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Romeo and Juliet. 65 

ROM. Not I; unlefs the breath of heart-fick groans, 
Mift-like, enfold me from the fearch of eyes. 

[Knock again. 

Fri. Hark, how they knock'_Who's there tRcmeo, 
Thou wilt be taken :_ Stay a while :_ftand up; [arise; 

[ Knock again. 
Run to my ftudy:_By and by: .God's will! 

What fimplenefs is this? I come, I come. 

[Knock again. 
Who knocks fo hardrwhencecomeyourwhat'syour will? 

Nur. [fivithin ] Let me come in, and you mall know 

my errand ; 
I come from lady 'Juliet. 

Fri. Welcome then. [opens. 

Enter Nurfe. 

Nur. O holy friar, o, tell me, holy friar, 
Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo? [drunk. 

Fri. There, on the ground, with his own tears made 

Nur. O, he is even in my miftrefs' cafe, 
Jull in her cafe, O woeful fympathy ! 
Piteous predicament! even fo lies me, 
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering: 
Stand up, {land up; ftand, an you be a man; 
For Juliet's fake, for her fake rise and ftand; 
Why (hould you fall into fo deep an O ? 

ROM. Nurfe? 

Nur. Ah, fir ! ah, fir ! death is the end of all. 

ROM. Spak'it thoa of Juliet? how is it with h?r? 
Doth Ihe not think me an old murtherer, 
Now I have ilain'd the childhood of our jo/ 
W T ith bloou removM but little from her own? 
Where is ihe. ? and ho* doth me? and what fus 



66 Romeo and Juliet. 

My conceal'd lady to our cancel'd love ? 

Nur. O, me fays nothing, fir, but weeps and weeps; 
And now falls on her bed ; and then ftarts up, 
And Tybalt calls ; and then on Romeo cries, 
And then down falls again. 

ROM. As if that name, [parting up. 

Shot from the deadly level of a gun, 
Did murder her ; as that name's curfed hand 
Murder'd her kinsman Tell me, friar, tell me, 

[drawing out a Dagger. 
In what vile part of this anatomy 
Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may facie 
The hateful mahfion. [from him. 

Fri. Hold thy defperate hand, [wrejling the Dagger 
Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art; 
Thy tears are womanilh ; thy wild acts denote 
The unreasonable fury of a beaft: 
Unfeemly woman, in a feeming man! 
And ill-befeeming beaft, in feeming both I 
Thou haft amaz'd me: By my holy order, 
I thought thy difposition better temper'd. 
Haft thou flain Tybalt? wilt thou flay thyfelf? 
And flay thy lady, that in thy life lives, 
By doing damned hate upon thyfelf? 
Why rail'ft thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth ? 
Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet 
Jn thee at once ; which thou at once would'ft lose. 
Fie, fie! thou lham'it thy lhape, thy love, thy wit; 
Which, like an usurer, abound'ft in all, 
And useft none in that true ufe indeed 
Which fhould bedeck thy fhape, thy love, thy wit. 
Thy noble fluipe is but a form of wax, 

9 k : nsman. Oh ley 



Romeo and Janet. 

Digrefiing from the valour of a man: 
Thy dear love, fworn, but hollow perjury, 
Killing that love which thou haft vow'd to cherifh: 
Thy wit, that ornament to ftiape and love, 
Mif-fhapen in the conduct of them both, 
Like powder in the fkill-lefs foldier's flafk, 
Is fet on fire by thine own ignorance, 
And thou difmember'd with thine own defence. 
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, 
For whose dear fake thou wail but lately dead; 
There art thou happy : Tybalt would kill thee, 
But thou flew'it fybah; there too art thou happy: 
The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, 
And turns it to exile ; there art thou happy: 
A pack of bleffings light upon thy back; 
Happinefs courts thee in her beft array; 
But, like a mil" 'hav'd and a fullen wench, 
Thou pout'ft upon thy fortune and thy love: 
Take heed, take heed, for fuch die miserable. 
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed, 
Afcend her chamber, hence and comfort her; 
But look thoa (lay not 'till the watch be fct, 
For then thou canft not pafs to Mantua; 
Where thou (halt live, 'till we can find a time 
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, 
Beg pardon of the p;ince, and call thee back 
V/ith twenty hundied thousand times more joy 
Than thou went'lt forth in lamentation 
Go before, nurfe; commend me to thy lady ; 
And bid her haiten all the houfe to bed, 
Which heavy forrow makes them apt unto: 
is coming. 

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6& Romeo and Juliet. 

Nur. O lord, I could have ftay'd here all the night, 
To hear good counfel: o, what learning is!_ 
My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. 

ROM. Do fo, and bid my fweet prepare to chide. 

Nur. Here,^ fir, a ring fhe bid me give you, fir: 
Hie you, make hafte, for it grows very late. 

ROM. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this. 

Frt. Go hence, good night:_[x/VNurfe.]and here 

Hands all your ftate, 
Either be gone before the watch be fet, 
Or by the break of day difguis'd from hence : 
Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man, 
And he (ha 1 fignify from time to time 
Every good hap to you, that chances here: 
Give me thy hand; 'tis late, farewel, good night, 

ROM. But that a joy pall joy calls out on me, 
It we:e a grief fo brief to part with thee: 
Farewel . [ Exeunt, federally* 

SCENE VII. A Room in Capulet'/ Houfe. 
Enter CAPULET, PAR.S, and 

Lady Capulet. 

CAT. Things have falPn out, fir, fo unluckily, 
That we have had no time to move our daughter; 
Look you, fhe lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, 
.And fo did I ; Well, we were born to die. 
'Tis very late, fhe'll not come down to-night: 
I promise you, but for your company, 
J woa!d have been a- bed an hour ago. 

PJIR. These times of woe afford no times to woo:_. 
Madam, good night; commend me to your daughter. 
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To-night (he is mew'd up to her heavinefs. 

CAP. Sir Paris, [calling him back.} I will make a def 

perate tender 

Of my child's love: I think, (he will be rul'd 
In all refpefts by me; nay more, I doubt it not. 
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; 
Acquaint her here of my fon Paris' love; 
And bid her, mark you me, on we'nsday next""" 
But, foft; What day is this? 

PAR. Monday, my lord. -^^3 

CAP. Monday? ha, ha! Well, we'nsday is too foon, 
O' thursday let it be; _ o' thursday, tell her, 
She mail be marry'd to this noble earl: _ 
Will you be ready? do you like this hafte? 
We'll keep no great ado; a friend, or two: 
For hark you, Tybalt being {lain fo late, 
It may be thought we held him carelefly, 
Being our kinsman, if we revel much: 
Therefore we'll have fome half a dozen friends, 
And there an end But what fay you to thursday ? 

PAR. My lord, I would that thursday were to-morrovr. 

CAP. Well, get you gone; o' thursday be it thea:_ 
Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, 
Prepare her, wife, again!* this wedding day.__ 
Farewel,my lord __ [ ^//PAR.] Light tomychamber,ho! 
/^Oto, afore me, it is fo very late, 
That we may call it early by and by: 
Good night. \_Exeunt, federally. 



SCENE I. dnti-rcom of Juliet 



7O Romeo and Juliet. 

Enter ROMEO, and JULIET. 

JUL. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: 
Jt was the nightingale, and not the lark, 
That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; 
Nightly (he fings on yon' pome-granate tree: 
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. 

ROM. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, 
No nightingale; look, love, what envious llreaks 
Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft: 
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day 
Stands tip-toe on the mifty mountains' tops; 
I muft be gone and Jive, or ftay and die, 

JUL. Yon' light is not day-light, I know it, I; 
It is lome meteor that the fun exhales, 
To be to thee this night a torch- bearer, 
And light tbee on thy way to Mantua: 
Therefore ftay yet, thou need'ft not to be gone, 

ROM. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; 
I am content, fo thou wilt haye it fo. 
I'll fay, yon' grey is not the morning's eye, 
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow ; 
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat 
The vaulty heaven fo high above our heads: 
I have more care to ftay, than will to go;_ 
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it fo 
How is't, my foul? let's talk, it is not day. 

JUL. Jt is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away; 
Jt is the lark that fings fo out of tune, 
Straining harfh difcords, and unpleasing (harps. 
Some fay, the lark makes fweet division; 
This doth not fo, for {he djvideth us : 



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Some fay, the lark and loathed toad change eyes ; 
O, now I would they had chang'd voices too ! 
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, 
Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day. 
O, now be gone ; more light and light it grows, [woes. 

ROM. More light and light, more dark and dark our 
Enter Nurfe, to the Door. 

Nur. Madam! 

JUL. Nurfe? 

Nur. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber : 
The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Exit. 

JUL. Then, window, [op'ning /'/.] let day in, and let 
life out. 

ROM. Farewel, farewell one kifs, and I'll defcend. 
\ki_flet her. and goes out of it. 

JUL. Art thou gone fo? Love! lord! ah, husband! friend! 
I muit hear from thee every day i* the hour, 
For in a minute there are many days: 
O, by this count I ftiall be much in years, 
Ere 1 again behold my Romeo. 

ROM. Farewel ! I will omit no opportunity 
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. 

JUL. O, think'ft thou, we (hall ever meet again? 

ROM. -1 doubt it not; and all these woes (hall ferve 
For fweet difcourfes in our times to come. 

JUL. O God! I have an ill-divining foul; 
r^Iethinks, I fee thee, now thou art fo low, 
As oae dead in the bottom of a tomb: 
Either my eye-fight fails, or thou look'ft pale. 

ROM. And trull me, love, in my eye fo do you: 
Dry forrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu! 

[Exit ROMEO, le/onv. 



72 Romeo ana Juliet. 

JUL. O fortune, fortune, all men call thee fickle: 
If thou art fickle, what doft thou with him 
That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; 
F r then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, 
But fend him back. 

L. C. [within ] Ho, daughter! are you up? 

JUL. Who is't, that calls? is it my lady mother ?_ 
Is me not down fo late, or up fo early ? 
What unaccuftom'd cause procures her hither? 
Enter Lady Capulet. 

L. C. Why, how now, Juliet? 

JUL. Madam, 1 am not well. 

L- C. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death ? 
What, wilt thou wafh him from his grave with tears? 
An if thou could'ft, thou could'ft not make him live; 
Therefore, have done: Some grief (hews much of love; 
But much of grief ihews Mill fome want of wit. 

JUL. Yet let me weep for fuch a feeling lofs. 

L. C. So mall you feel the lofs, but not the friend 
Which you tio weep for. 

JUL. Feeling fo the lofs, 
I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. 

L. C. Well, girl, thou weep'lt not fo much for his death, 
As that the villain lives which flaughter'd him. 

JUL. What villain, madam? 

L. C. That fame villain, Romeo. 

JUL. Villain and he are many miles afunder. 
God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; 
And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. 

L. C. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. 

JUL . Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands : 
'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! 



Romeo and Juliet.' 73 

L. C. We will have vengeance for it, fear thoa not: 
Then, weep no more. I'll fend to one in Mantua,~~ 
Where that fame banifh'd runagate doth live, 
Shall give him fuch an unaccuftom'd dram, 
That he (hail foon keep Tybalt company: 
And then, I hope, thou wilt be fatiffy'd. 

JUL. Indeed, I never mall be fatiffy'd 
With Romeo, 'till I behold him dead- 
Is my poor heart fo for a kinsman vext:. 
Madam, if you could find out but a man 
To bear a poison, I would temper it; 
That Romeo mould, upon receipt thereof, 
Soon fleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors 
To hear him nam'd, and cannot come to him,"" 
To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt 
Upon his body that hath flaughter'd him! 

L. C. Find thou the means, and I'll find fuch a man. 
fcut now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. 

JUL. And joy comes well in fuch a needful time: 
What are they, I befeech your ladyfhip? 

L. C. Well, well, thou haft a careful father, child; 
One, who, to put thee from thy heavinefs, 
Hath forted out a fudden day of joy, 
That thou expeft'ft not, nor I look'd not for. 

JUL. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? 

L.C. Marry, my child, early next thursday morn, 
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, 
The county Paris, at faint Peter's church, 
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. 

JUL. Now, by faint Peter's church, and Peter too, 
He mall not make me there a joyful bride. 
I wonder at this haile; that I muft wed 



74- Romeo and Juliet. 

Ere he, that fhould be husband, comes to woo. 
I P ra y y ou te 'l m y ^ orc ^ anc ^ father, madam, 
I will not marry yet; and, when 1 do, I fwear, 
It fliall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, 

Rather than Paris: These are news indeed! 

Enter CAPULET, at aDiftance; 
N u rfe yo//0au/'-. 

L. C. Here comes your father; tell him fo yourfelf, 
And fee how he will take it at your hands. 

CrfP. When the fun fets, the air doth drizzle dew; 
But for the fun-fet of my brother's fon, 
It rains downright.. 

How now? a conduit, girl ? what, (till in tears? 
Evermore fhow'ring? In one little body 
Thou counterfeit'!! a bark, a fea, a wind: 
For ftill thy eyes, which I may call the fea, 
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, 
Sailing in this fait flood; the winds, thy fighs; 
Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them, 
Without a fudden calm, will overfet 
Thy tempeft-tofled body. _ How now, wife? 
Have you deliver'd to her our decree ? 

L. C. Ay, fir; but fhe will none, (he gives you thanks : 
I would, the fool were marry'd to her grave. 

CJP. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife. 
How! will (he none? doth fhe not give us thanks ? 
Is fhe not proud? doth fne not count her bleft, 
Unworthy as fhe is, that we have wrought 
So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? 

JUL. Not proud, you havejbut thankful,thatyou have; 
Proud can 1 never be of what I hate; 
But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. 



Romeo and Juliet. y. 

CAP. How.how! how,ho\v! chop logick? What is this? 
Proud and, I thank you and, I thank you not 

And yet not proud Miilrefs minion, you, 

Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, 
But fettle your fine joints, 'gainit thursday next, 
To go with Paris to faint Pe/er's church, 
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. 
Out, you green-ficknefs carrion! out, you 
You tallow-face! 

L.C. Fie, fie! what, are you mad? 
JUL. Good father, I befeech you on my knees, 
Hear me with patience but to fpeak a word. 

CAP. Hang thee, youngbaggage! difobedient wretch! 
I tell thee what," get thee to church o' thursday, 
Or never after look me in the face: 
Speak not, reply not, do not anfwer me; 
My fingers itch Wife, we fcarce thought us blell, 
That God had lent us but this only child j 
But now I fee this one is one too much, 
And that we have a curfe in having her: 
Out on her, hilding! 

Nur. God in heaven blefs her! _ 
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her fo. 

CAP. And why, my lady wisdom ? hold your tongoe* 
Good prudence; fmatter with your goffips, go. 
Nur. I fpeak no treason : 
CAP. O, God-ye-good-den? 
Nur. May not one fpeak ? 
CAP. Peace, peace, you mumbling fool! 
Utter your gravity o'er a goffip's bowl, 
For here we need it not. 
L. C. You are too hot. 



76 Romeo and Juliet. 

CAP. God's bread! it makes me mad :Day, night, late, 
At home, abroad, alone, in company, [early* 

Waking, or deeping, (till my care hath been 
To have her match'd: and having now provided 
A gentleman of piincely parentage, 
Of fair demefnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, 
Stuft (as they fay) with honourable parts, 
Proportion'd as one's heart could wilh a man,"" 
And then to have a wretched puling fool, 
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, 
To anfwer /'// not <wed, I cannot love, 
1 am too young, I pray you, pardon me; 
But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you: 
Graze where you will, you fhall not house with me; 
Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jeft. 
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise: 
An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; 
An you be not, hang, beg, ftarve, die i' the {facets, 
For, by my foul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, 
Nor what is mine mall never do thee good: 
Truft to't, bethink you, I'll not be forfworn. [Exit. 

JUL. Is there no pity fitting in the clouds, 
That fees into the bottom of my grief/_ 
O, fweet my mother, call me not away ! 
Delay this marriage for a month, a week; 
Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed 
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. 

L. C. Talk not to me, for I'll not fpeak a word ; 
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit. 

JUL. G God !_O nuife, how mail this be prevented ? 
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; 
How fhall that faith return again to earth, 



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Unlefs that husband fend it me from heaven 
By leaving earth? comfort me, counfel me 
Alack, alack, that heaven flionld pradlife ftratagemsj 

Upon fo foft a fubjeft as myfelf! 

What fay'ft thou? haft thou not a word of joy? 
Some comfort, nurfe. 

Nur. 'Fai th, here 'tis t Romeo 
Js banifhed; and all the world to nothing, 
That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; 
Or, if he do, it needs mull be by Health. 
Then, fince the cafe fo itands as now it doth, 
I think it beft you marry'd with the county: 
O, he's a lovely gentleman! irLameo! 
Romeo's a dim-clout to him ; an eagle, madarrij 
Hath not fo green, fo quick, fo fair an eye 
As Paris hath. Bemrew my very heart, 
I think you are happy in this fecond match, 
For it excels your firft: or if it did not, 
Your firft is dead ; or 'twere as good he were, 
As living here and you no ufe of him. 

Jut. Speakeft thou from thy heart? 

Nur. And from my foul too; 
Or elfe befhrew them both. 

JUL. Amenl 

Nur. What? 

JUL. Well, thou haft comforted me marvelous much, 
Go in ; and tell my lady, I am gone, 
Having difpleas'd my father, to Lawrence 1 cell, 
To make confeffion, and to be absolv'd. 

Nur. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit. 

JUL. Ancient damnation ! o moft wicked fienJl 
Js it more fin to with me thus forfworn, 

VOL.X. F 



78 Romeo and Juliet. 

Or to difpraise my lord with that fame tongue 

Which fhe hath prais'd him with above compare 

So many thousand times ?_Go, counfellor; 

Thou and my bosom henceforth mail be twain. 

I'll to the friar, to know his remedy; 

If all elfe fail, myfelf have power to die. [>//. 

SCENE II. Friar Lawrence'/ Cell. 
Enter Friar Lawrence, and PARIS. 

Fri. On thursday, fir? the time is very ihort. 

PAR. My father Capulet will have it fo; 
And I am nothing flow, to flack his hafte. 

Fri. You fay, you do not know the lady's mind; 
Uneven is the courfe, I like it not. 

PJR. Immoderately fhe weeps for Tybalt's death* 
And therefore have I little talk'd of love; 
For Venus fmiles not in a houfe of tears. 
Now, fir, her father counts it dangerous, 
That fhe do give her forrow fo much fway ; 
And, in his wisdom, hafts our marriage, 
To flop the inundation of her tears; 
Which, too much minded by herfelf alone, 
May be put from her by fociety : 
Now do you know the reason of this hafte. 

Fri. " I would, I knew not why it fhould be flow'd." 
Look, fir, here comes the lady towards my cell. 
Enter JULIET. 

PJR. Happily met, my lady, and my wife. 

JUL. That may be, fir, when I may be a wife. 

PJR. That may be, muft be, love, on thursday next. 

JUL. What muft be fhall be. 

fri. That's a certain text. 



Romeo and Juliet. 79 

PAR. Come you to make confefiion to this father? 

JUL. To anfwer that, were to confefs to you. 

PAH. Do not deny to him, that you love me. 

JUL. I will confefs to you, that I love him. 

PAR. So will you, I am fure, that you love me. 

JUL. If I do fo, it will be of more price 
Being fpoke behind your back, than to your face. 

PAR. Poor foul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. 

Jut. The tears have got fmall viftory by that; 
For it was bad enough, before their fpite. [port. 

PAR. Thou wrong'ft it, more than tears, with that re- 

JUL. That is no wrong, fir, that is but a truth: 
And what I fpake, I fpake it to my face. 

PAR. Thy face is mine, and thou haft flander'd it. 

JUL. It may be fo, for it is not mine own. 
Are you at leisure, holy father, now; 
Or (hall I come to you at evening mafs ? 

Fri. My leisure ferves me, penfive daughter, now:_ 
My lord, we muft entreat the time alone. 

PAR. God (heild, I mould difturb devotion !_ 
Juliet, on thursday early will I rouze you: 
'Till then, adieu) and keep this holy~j~kifs. 

[Exit PARIS. 

JUL. O, (hut the door! and, when thou haft done fo, 
Come weep with me; Pail hope, paft cure, pad help! 

Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; 
It ftrains me paft the compafs of my wits: 
I hear thou muft, and nothing may prorogue it 
On thursday next be marryM to this count. 

JUL. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'ft of this, 
Unlefs thou tell me bow I may prevent it : 
If, in thy wndom, thou canft give no help, 



8o Romeo and Juliet. 

Do thou but call my resolution wise, 

And with this~j~kriife I'll help it presently. 

God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; 

And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo feal'd, 

Shall be the label to another deed, 

Or my true heart with treacherous revolt 

Turn to another, this~f (hall flay them both: 

Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time, j 

Give me fome present counfel; or, behold, 

'Twixt my extreams and me this bloody knife 

Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that 

Which the commiffion of thy years and art 

Could to no iflue of true honour bring. 

Be not fo long to fpeak; 1 long to die, 

If what thou fpeak'il fpeak not of remedy. 

Fri. Hold, daughter; I do fpy a kind of hope, 
Which craves as defperate an execution 
As that is defperate which we would prevent. 
If, rather than to marry county Paris, 
Thou haft the ftrength of will to flay thyfelf; 
Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake 
A thing like death to chide away this fliame, 
That cop'ft with death himfelf to fcape from it; 
And, if thou dar'ft, I'll give thee remedy. 

Jui. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Parrs, 
From off the battlements of any tower; 
Or walk in thievilh ways; or bid me lurk 
Where ferpents are; chain me with roaring bears; 
Or hide me nightly in a charnel houfe, 
O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, 
With reeky fhanks, and yellow chaplefs fculls; 
Or bid me go into a ne\v-niude grave, 



Romeo and ] uliet. 8 1 

And hide me with a dead man in his ftiroud, 
Thingj that, to hear them told, have made me tremblej 
And I will do it without fear or doubt, 
To live an unftain'd wife to my fweet love. 

Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give confent 
To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow; 
To-morrow night look that thou lie alone, 
Let not thy nurfe lie with thee in thy chamber: 
Take thou this ~j~ vial, being then in bed, 
And this diftilled liquor drink thou off: 
When, presently, through all thy veins (hall run 
A cold and drowsy humour ; for no pulfe 
Shall keep his native progrefs, but furceafe; 
No warmth, no breath, mall teftify thou liv'It; 
The roses in thy lips and cheeks (hall fade 
To paly afhes ; thy eyes' windows fall, 
Like death, when he (huts up the day of life; 
Each part, depriv'd of fupple government, 
Shall itifF, and ftark, and cold appear like death: 
And in this borrow'd likenefs of (hrunk death 
Thou (halt continue two and forty hours, 
And then awake as from a pleasant deep. 
Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes 
To rouze thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: 
Then (as the manner of our country is) 
In thy bell robes uncovered on the bier, 
Tjiou (halt be born-to that fame antient vault 
Where all the kindred of the Capu'.ets lie. 
Jn the mean time, againft thou (halt awake, 
Sljall Romeo by my letters know our drift; 
And hither (hall he come, and he and I 
"Will watch thy waking, and that very night 

a 6 v , Note. 



8z Romeo and Juliet. 

Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. 
And this (hall free thee from this present fhamej 
If no inconftant toy, r.or womanifh fear, 
Abate thy valour in the afHng it. 

yuL. Give me, o give me! tell me not of fear. 

Fri. Hold =}=; get you gone, be ftrong and profperous 
In this resolve: I'll fend a friar with fpeed 
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. [afford. 

JVL. Love give me Itrength! and flrength mall help 
Farewel, dear father. [Exeunt, fever ally. 

SCENE III. Ha// in Capnlet's Hou/e. 

Enter CAPULET, his Lady, Nurfe, aWServants. 

Cjf. So many guefts invite as here =j= are writ._ 

[to a Servant', ivbo goes out. 
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. 

1.5. You (hall have none ill, fir; for I'll try if they 
can lick their fingers. 
CAP. How canft thou try them fo? 
1.5. Marry, fir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his 
own fingers: therefore he, that cannot lick his fingers, 
goes not with me. 

CA?. Go, begone [Exit Servant. 

"We ihall be much unfurnilh'd for this time 

What, is my daughter gone to friar Lawrence? 
Nur. Ay, forfooth. 

CXP. Well, he may chance to do fome good on her: 
A peevifh felf-will'd harlotry it is. 
Enter JULIET. 

Nur. See,\vhere fhecomes from fhrift with merry look. 
C#p. How now,my head-itrong: where have you been 
gadding? 

5 Give mr. give me, tell 



Romeo and Juliet. 83 

Jut . Where I have learnt me to repent the fin 
Of difobedient opposition 
To you, and your behefts ; and am enjoin'd 
By holy Lawrence to fall proftrate here, 
To beg your pardon: Pardon, I befeech you! 
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you. 

Cjr. Send for the county, go, tell him of this; 
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. 

JUL. I met the youthful lord at Lawrence" 1 cell; 
And gave him what becoming love I might, 
Not ftepping-o'er the bounds of modefty. 

CAP. Why, I am glad on't ; this is well, ftand up, 
This is as't mould be:_Let me fee the county; 
Ay, marry, go, I fay, and fetch him hither. _^ 
Now, afore God, this holy reverend friar~~ 
All our whole city is much bound to him. 

JUL. Nurfe, will you go with me into my closet, 
To help me fort fuch needful ornaments 
As you think fit to furnifh me to-morrow. 

L.C. No,not 'till thursciay; there is time enough [ow. 

CAP. Go,nurfe,go with her; we'll to church to-morr- 
[ Exeunt Ju L-I E T, and Nurfe. 

L. C. We fha!l be fhort in our provision; 
'Tis now near night. 

CAP. Tu(h! I will ftir about, 
And all things (hall be well, 1 warr'nt thee, wife : 
Go thou to julief, help to deck up her; 
I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone, 

I'll play the huswife for this once What ho! 

They are all forth: Well, I will walk myfelf 

To county Paris, to prepare him up 

Againll to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, 

becomed 



84 Romeo and Juliet. 

Since this fame wayward girl is fo reclaim'd. [Exeunt, 

SCENE IV. Juliet'; Chamber. 
Enter JULIET, and Nurfe. 

Jut. Ay, those attires are beft: But, gentle nurfe, 
I pray thee, leave me to myfelf to-night; 
For I have need of many orisons 
To move the heavens to fmile upon my ftate, 
Which* well thou know'ft, is crofs and full of fin. 
Enter Lady Capulet. 

L. C. What, are you busy, ho? need you my help? 

"Jut. No, madam; we have cull'd fuch neceflaries 
As are behoveful for our ftate to-morrow: 
So please you, let me now be left alone, 
And let the nurfe this night fet up with you; 
For, I am fure, you have your hands full all, 
In this fo fudden businefs. 

L. C. Good night! 
Get thee to bed, and reft; for thou haft need. 

[Exeunt Lady, and "Karfc 

JVL. Farewell God knows, when we fliall meet a- 

gain. 

I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, 
That almoft freezes up the heat of life: 
I'll call them back again to comfort me;_ 
Nurfe !_ What mould (he do herer 
My dismal fcene I needs mull acl alone. _, 
Come, vial 

What if this mixture do not work at all? 
Shall I be marry'd then to-morrow morning? 
No, no; this~|"fhail forbid it;_Jie thou there.-, 
What if it be a poison, which the friar 



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Subtly hath minifter'd to have me dead; 

Left in this marriage he fhould be dimonourM, 

Because he marry'd me before to Romeo? 

I fear, it is: and yet, methinks, it mould not, 

For he hath ftill been try'd a holy man. 

How if, when I am lay'd into the tomb, 

I wake before the time that Romeo 

Come to redeem me ? there's a fearful point! 

Shall I not then be ftifl'd in the vault, 

To whose foul mouth no healthfome air breaths In, 

And there die ftrangl'd ere my Romeo comes? 

Or, if I live, is it not very like, 

The horrible conceit of death and night, 

Together with the terror of the place, 

As in a vault, an ancient receptacle, 

Where, for these many hundred years, the bones 

Of all my bury'd anceilors are packt; 

Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth. 

Lies feft'ring in his fhroud ; where, as they fay, 

At fome hours in the night fpirits resort; 

Alack, alack, is it not like, that I, 

So early waking, what with loathfome fmells; 

And fhrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth, 

That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;" 

O, if I wake, (hall 1 not be dirtraught, 

Environed with all these hideous fears ? 

And madly play with my forefathers' joints? 

And pluck the mangl'd Tybalt from his (hroud ? 

And, in this rage, with fome great kinsman's bone, 

As with a club, dam out my defperate brains? 

O, look! methinks, I fee my cousin's ghott 

Seeking out Romeo, that did fpit his boJy 



86 Romeo and Juliet. 

Upon a rapier's point :_ Stay, Tybalt, (lay!_ 
Romeot Income! this do 1 drink to thee. 

[drinks ; throws away the Vial, and cafts 
berfelf upon the Bed. Scene closes. 

SCENE V. The Hall. 

Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurfe. 
Z. C. Hold, take these =f= keys, and fetch more fpices, 

nurfe. 
N#r. They call for dates and quinces in the paftry. 

Enter CAPULET, hajiily. 

CAT. Come,ftir,ftir,ftir; the fecond cock hath crow'd, 
The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:-. 
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica: 
Spare not for coft. 

Nur< Go, go, you cot-quean, go, 
Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be fick to-morrow 
For this night's watching. 

CAP. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd ere now 
All night for a lefs cause, and ne'er been fick. 

L. C. Ay, you have been a moufe-hunt in your time; 
But I will watch you from fuch watching now. 

[Exeunt Lady, and Nurfe. 

CAP. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood Now, fellow, 

Enter divers Servants, 'with logs, baJLcis, &c. 
What's there ? 

1 . S. Things for the cook, fir ; but I know not what. 
CAP. Make hafte, make hafte. [Exit Ser.J Sirrah,fetch 

drier logs; 
Call Peter, he will (hew you where they are. 

2. 5. I have a head, fir, that will find out logs, 
And never trouble Piter for the matter. [Exit* 



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CAP. Mafs, and well faid; A merry whorfon! ha, 
Thou ihal/be logger- head. Good faith, 'tis day: 
The county will be here with musick ftraight, 

[Mustek ivitbia. 

For fo he faid he would. I hear him near:_ 
Nurfe!_Wife! what, ho!_what, nurfe, I fay! 

Enter Nurfe. 
Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; 

I'll go and chat with Paris: hey, make hafte, 

Make hafte ! the bridegroom he is come already; 
Make hafte, I fay! [Exeunt. 

SCENE VI. Anti-room */ Juliet'/ Chamber. 
Door of the Chamber open, and Juliet upon her Beef. 

Enter Nurfe. [her:.^. 

Nur. Miftrefs ! what, miftrefs ! Juliet?-. faft, I warrant 

Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you flug-abed! 

Why, love, 1 fay! madam! fweet heart! why, bride!__ 

What, not a word ?_you take your pen'-orths now; 

Sleep for a week ; for the next night, I warrant, 

The county Paris hath fet up his reft, 

That you (hall reft but little God forgive me, 

(Marry, and amen) how found is (he afleep! 

1 needs mull wake her:_Madam! madam! madam! 

[goes towards the Bed. 
Ay, let the county take you in your bed ; 

He'll fright you up, i'faith Will it not be? 

[undraws the Curtains. 

What, dreft! and in your cloaths! and down again! 
1 mult needs wake you :_ Lady! lady! lady! 

\Jbakin? ier. 
Alas, alas !_ Help, help! my lady's dead!_ 



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O wel-a-day, that ever I was born!_ 
Some aqua-vita, ho!_My lord !_ my lady! 
Enter Lady Capulet. 

L. C. What noise is here? 

Nur. O lamentable day! 

L. C. What is the matter? 

Nur. Look,-f look! O heavy day! 

L. C. O me, o me!_my child, my only life, 

Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! 

Help, help !_call help. 

Enter CAPULET. 

CAP. For fliame, bring ^Juliet forth ; her lord is come. 

Nur. She's dead, deceaf 'd, (he's dead ; alack the day ! 

L.C. Alack the day, flic's dead, (lie's dead, (he's deadl 

CAP. Ha! let me fee her :~ Out, alas! (lie's cold; 
Her blood is fettl'd, and her joints are ftiff; 
Life and these lips have long been feperated : 
Death lies on her, like an untimely froft 
Upon the fweeteft flower of all the field. 

Nur. O lamentable day ! 

L.C. O woful time! [wail, 

CAP. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to ma,ke ing 
Ties up my tongue, and will not let me fpeak. 

Enter Friar Lawrence, and PA R i s ; Musicians, 
and Servants, after them. 

Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? 

CAP. Ready to go, but never to return: 

O fon, the night before thy wedding day 

Hath death lain with thy wife; fee, there (he lies, 

Flower as His was, deflow'red now by him 

Death is my fon-in--law, death is my heir, 
My daughter he haih wedded! i v.ili die, 



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And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. 

PAR. Have I thought long to fee this morning's face, 
And doth it give me fuch a fight as this? 

L. C. Accurft, unhappy, wretched, hateful day; 
Moft miserable hour, that e'er time law 
In Ming labour of his pilgrimage! 
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, 
But one thing to rejoice and folace in, 
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my fight! 

Nur. O woe! o woful, woful, woful day! 
Moft lamentable day, moil woful day, 
That ever, ever, I did yet behold! 
O day, o day, o day, o hateful day! 
Never was feen fo black a day as this: 
O woful day, o woful day ! 

PAR. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, fpighted, flain; 
Moft deteftable death, by thee beguil'd, 

By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown! 

O love ! o life ! not life, but love in death ! 
.. CAP. Defpis'd, diltrefled, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!_^. 
Uncomfortable time, why cam'ft thou now 

To murther murther our folemnity? 

O child, o child, my foul, and not my child,-" 
Dead art thou, fccatl! alack, my child is dead; 
And, with my child, my joys are buried! 

Fri. Peace, ho, for fhame ! confusion's cure lives not 
In these confusions. Heaven and yourfelf 
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, 
And all the better is it for the maid : 
Your part in her you could not keep from death; 
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. 
The moil you fought was her promotion; 

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90 Romeo *W Juliet. 

For 'twas your heaven, (he fhould be advanc'd: 
And weep ye now, feeing fhe is advanc'd, 
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itfelf? 
O, in this love, you love your child fo ill, 
That you run mad, feeing that fhe is well: 
She's not well marry'd, that lives marry'd long; 
But {he's beft marry'd, that dies marry'd young. 
Dry up your tears, and flick your rosemary 
On this fair corfe; and, as the cuftom is, 
In all her beft array bear her to church : 
For though fond nature bids us all lament, 
Vet nature's tears are reason's merriment. 

CJP. All things, that we ordained feltival^ 
Turn from their office to black funeral : 
Our inftruments, to melancholy bells; 
Our wedding chear, to a fad burial feaft; 
Our folemn hymns to fullen dirges change; 
Our bridal flowers ferve for a bury'd corfe, 
And all things change them to the contrary. 

Fri. Sir, go you in, and, madam, go with him,_ 

And go, fir Paris; every one prepare 

To follow this fair corfe unto her grave: 
The heavens do lour upon you, for fome ill; 
Move them no more, by croffing their high will. 

[Exeunt Friar Lawrence, PARIS, CAPULET, 
and Lady Capulet. Door Jhut. 

l . M. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. 

Nur. Honefl good-fellows, ah, put up, put up ; 
For, well you know, this is a pitiful cafe. [Exit* 

i . M. Ay, by my troth, the cafe may be amended. 
Enter another Servant. 

Ser. Musicians, o, musicians, Heart's fast, keart'i (a ft', 



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O, an you will have me live, play hearts east. 

i.M. Why heart's ease? 

Ser. O, musicians, because my heart itfelf plays 
My heart is full of<woe: O, play me fome merry dump, 
to comfort me. 

i.M. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. 

Ser. You will not then? 

i.M. No. 

Ser. I will then give it you foundly. 

i. M. What will you give us? 

Ser. No money, on my faith; but the gleek: I will 
give you the minftrel. 

i . M. Then will I give you the ferving-creature. 

Ser. Then will I lay the ferving-creature's dagger 
on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll re you, I'll 
fa you; Do you note me? 

1. M. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 

2. M. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your 
wit. 

Ser. Then have at you with my wit ; I will dry-beat 
you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. An- 
fwer me like men ; 

When griping grief the heart doth wound, 

and doleful dumps the mind opprefs t 
then musick, 'with her Jll'ver found, 

why Jllver found? why musick with her Jilver found?* 
What fay you, Simon Catling? 

1. M. Marry, fir, because filver hath a fweet found. 
Ser. Pratee What fay you, Hugh Rebeck? 

2. M. I fay~ 'filver found, because musicians found for 
filver. 

Ser. Pratee tooWhat fay you, Jami Sound-ft/l? 



9 2 Romeo and Juliet. 

3.M. 'Faith, I know not what to fay. 
Ser. O, I cry you mercy! you are the finger: I will 
fay for you; It is musick with her Jilver found, be- 
cause fuch fellows as you have feldom gold for found- 
ing: 

then musick, <with her Jilver found, 
with fpeedy help doth lend redrefs. 

[ Exit, fenging. 

1. M. What a peftilent knave is this fame? 

2. M. Hang him Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for 
the mourners, and flay dinner. [Exeunt. 

ACT V. 

SCENE I. Mantua. A Street. 
Enter ROMEO. 

ROM. If I may truft the flattering truth of fleep^ 
My dreams prefage fome joyful news at hand: 
My bosom's lord fits lightly on his throne; 
And, all this day, an unaccuftom'd fpirit 
Lifts be above the ground with chearful thoughts. 
J dreamt, my lady came and found me dead; 
(Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think) 
And breath'd fuch life with kifles in my lips, 
That I reviv'd, and was an emperor. 
Ah me! how fvveet is love itfelf posseft, 
When but love's fhadows are fo rich in joy ? 
Enter BALTHAZAR. 

News from Vercna! How now, Balthazar? 

Doft thou rot bring me letters from the friar? 
How doth my lady : Is my father well? 



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How doth my Juliet? that I afk again ; 
i'or nothing can be ill, if me be well. 

BAL. Then (he is well, and nothing can be ill; 
Her body fleeps in Capukti 1 monument, 
And her immortal part with angels lives; 
J faw her lay'd low in her kindred's vault, 
And presently took poft to tell it you: 

pardon me for bringing these ill news, 
Since you did leave it for my office, fir. 

ROM. Is it even fo? then I deny you, ftars._ 
Thou know'ft my lodging: get me ink and paper, 
And hire poit-horfes; I will hence to-night. 

BAL. I do befeech you, fir, have patience: 
Your looks are pale and wild, and do import 
Some mifadventure. 

ROM. Tufh, thou art deceiv'd; 
Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do : 
Haft thou no letters to me from the friar? 

BAL. No, my good lord. 

ROM. No matter: Get thee gone, 
And hire those horfes; I'll be with thee ftraight. 

[Exit BALTHAZAR, 

Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. 
Let's fee for means: O, mifchief, thou art fwift 
To enter in the thoughts of defperate men! 

1 do remember an apothecary, 

And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted 
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, 
Culling of fimples; meager were his looks, 
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones ; 
And in his needy (hop a tortoife hung, 
An alligator ftuft, and other fkins 

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94 Romeo and Juliet, 

Of ill-fhap'd fifties; and about his {helves 

A beggarly account of empty boxes, 

Green earthen pots, bladders, and mufty feeds, 

Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, 

Were thinly fcatter'd, to make up a (hew. 

Noting this penury, to myfelf I faid 

An if a man did need a poison now, 

Whose fale is present death in Mantua, 

Here lives a caitiff wretch would fell it him. 

O, this fame thought did but fore-run my need; 

And this fame needy man muft fell it me. 

As I remember, this fhould be the houfe: 

Being holiday, the beggar's mop is mut. _ 

What ho, apothecary ! 

Enter Apothecary. 

Jlpt. Who call sfo loud? 

ROM. Come hither, man. I fee, that thou art poor; 
Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have 
A dram of poison; fuch foon-fpeeding geer 
As will difperfe itfelf through all the veins, 
That the life-weary taker may fall dead ; 
And that the trunk may be difcharg'd of breath 
As violently, as hafty powder fir'd 
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. 

Apo. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua 's law 
Is death, to any he that utters them. 

ROM. Art thou fo bare, and full of wretchednefs, 
And fear'fl to die? famine is in thy cheeks, 
Need and opprefllon ftareth in thine eyes, 
Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back, 
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law; 
The world affords no law to make thee rich ; 

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Romeo and Juliet. 95 

Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. 

Apo. My poverty, but not my will, confents. 

ROM. 1 pay thy poverty, and not thy will. 

Apo. Put this =j= in any liquid thing you will, 
And drink it off; and, if you had the ftrength 
Of twenty men, it would difpatch you ftraight. 

ROM. There is thy^gold jworfe poison to men's foals, 
Doing more murthers in this loathfome world, 
Than these poor compounds that thou may'fl not fell : 
I fell thee poison, thou haft fold me none. 
Farewel; buy food, and get thyfelf in flefh._ 
Come, cordial, and not poison ; go with me 
To Juliet's grave, for there muft [ use thee. [Exeunt, 

SCENE II. Friar Lawrence'* Cell. 
Enter Friar John. 

F. J. Holy Francifcan friar, brother, ho ! 
Enter Friar Lawrence. 

F. L. This fame fhould be the voice of friar John. 
Welcome from Mantua: What fays Romeo? 
Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. 

F. J. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, 
One of our order, to aflbciate me, 
Here in this city visiting the fick, 
And finding him, the fearchers of the town, 
Sufpefting that we both were in a houfe 
Where the infectious peftilence did reign, 
Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; 
So that my fpeed to Mantua there was ftay'd. 

F. L. Who bare my letter then to Romeo? 

F. y. I could not fend it, here ^ it is again,"" 
Nor get a mdTenger to bring it thee, 

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96 Romeo and Juliet. 

So fearful were they of infection. 

F. L. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood. 

The letter was not nice, but full of charge, 

Of dear import; and the negledling ic 

May do much danger: Friar John, go hence; 

Get me an iron crow, and bring it ilraight 

Unto my cell. 

F. y. Brother, Pll go and bring it thee. [Exit: 

F. L. Now muft I to the monument alone; 

"Within these three hours will f&\r Juliet wake; 

She will befhrew me much, that Romeo 

Hath had no notice of these accidents: 

But I will write again 10 Mantua, 

And keep her at my cell 'till Romeo come; 

Poor living corfe, clos'd in a dead man's tomb. [Exit. 

SCENE III. A Church-yard; 

in it, a Monument belonging to the Capulets. 

Enter PARIS ; a Page <witb him, bearing 

Flowers, and a Torch. 

PAS. . Give me thy torch, boy : Hence, and ftand aloof; 
Yet put it out, giving it back.} for I would not be fecn. 
\Boy putt cut the Torch. 
Under yon' yew-trees lay thee all along, 
Holding thine ear clofe to the hollow ground; 
So fhall no foot upon the church-yard tread, 
(Being loofe, unfirm, with digging up of graves) 
But thou {halt hear it: whittle then to me, 
As fignal that thou hear'ft fomething approach. 
Give me those flowers. Do as 1 bid thee, go. 
Pag. " I am almoft afraid to ftand alone" 
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PAR. Sweet flower, [going up to the Tomb.} with flow- 
ers thy bridal bed I~f itrexv: 

O woe, thy canopy is duft and (tones! 
Which with fweet water nightly I will dew; 

Or, wanting that, with tears diftill'd by moans: 
The obfequics, that I for thce will keep 
Nightly, (hall be to ftrew thy grave, and weep. 

[ Pay 

The boy gives warning, fomething doth approach. 
What curfed foot wanders this way to-night. 
To crofs my obfequies, and true love's rites? 

What, with a torch! muffle me, night, a while. [retires. 

Enter ROMEO; BALTHAZAR nvirb bim t 
bearing a Torch, Mattock, &c. 

ROM. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. 
[takes them, and approaches the Tomb* 
Hold, take this^Ietter; early in the morning 
See thou deliver it to my lord and father. 
Give me the light: Upon thy life I charge thee, 
Whate'er tbou hear'rt or fee'ft, (land all aloof, 
And do not interrupt me in my courfe. 
Why I defcend into this bed of deatk 
Is, partly, to behold my lady's face: 
But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger 
A precious ring; a ring, that I mud use 
Jn dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:~" 
But if thou jealous doft return to pry 
Jn what I farther (hall intend to do, 
By heaven, 1 will tear thee joint by jo5i?t, 
And ftrew this hungry churcn-yard with thy limbs: 
The time and my indents are favage, wild; 
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98 Romeo and Juliet. 

Than empty tigers, or the roaring fea. 

BAL. I will be gone, fir, and not trouble you. 

ROM. So {halt thou fhew me friendfhip. 

that : 
Live, and be profperous; and farewel, good fellow. 

BAL. " For all this fame, I'll hide me hereabout;" 
*' His looks 1 fear, and his intents I doubt." [retires* 

ROM. Thou deteftable maw, thou womb of death, 

[fixing bis Mattock in the Tomb. 
Gorg'd with the deareft morfel of the earth, 
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, [Tomb opens. 
And, in defpite, I'll cram thee with more food. 

PAR. This is that banifh'd haughty Mountague, 
That murder'd my love's cousin; with which grief, 
It is fupposed, the fair creature dy'd, 
And here is come to do fome villanous mame 
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him._ 
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Mountague', 

[a'raivs, and rujhes fcriuard. 
Can vengeance be purfu'd further than death r 
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee : 
Obey, and go with me; for thou mult die. 

ROM. I muft, indeed; and therefore came ] hither 

Good gentle youth, tempt not a defperate man, 
Fly hence and leave me; think upon these qone, 
Let them affright thee. 1 befeech thee, youth, 
Put not another fin upon my head, 
By urging me to fury; o, be gone: 
By heaven, I love thee better than myfelf; 
For I come hither arm'd againtt myfelf: 
Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter fay*-* 
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PAR. I do defy thy conjuration, 
And apprehend thee for a felon here. 

ROM. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy. 
[draws, and they fight. 

Pag. O lord! they fight: I will go call the watch. 

[Exit Page. 

PAR. O, I am flain !_[/*///.] If thou be merciful, 
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [dies. 

ROM. In faith, 1 will: Let me peruse this face;~- 

[holds the Turch to it. 

tttreuth's kinsman, noble county Paris: 
What faid my man, when my betofled foul 
Did not attend him as we rode? I think, 
He told me, Paris fhould have marry 'd Juliet: 
Said he not fo? or did I dream it fo? 
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, 

To think it was fo? O, give me thy hand, 

One writ with me in four miffortune's book! 
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave, 
A grave? o, no; a lanthorn, ilaughter'd youth, 
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes 
This vault a feafting presence full of light. 
Death, lie thou there by a dead man interr'd. 

[enters the Tomb, carrying in the Body. 
How oft when men are at the point of death 
Have they been merry, which their keepers call 
A lightning before death ? o, how may I 

Call this a lightning? O, my love! my wife! 

Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, 
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: 
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's enfi^n yet 
Js -crimson in thy lips, .and in thy cheeks, 

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IOO Romeo and Juliet. 

And death's pale flag is not advanced there. _ 
Tybalt^ ly'ft thou there in thy bloody fneet? 
O, what more favour can I do to thee, 
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain 
To funder his that was thine enemy? 

Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dearju/ief, 

Why art thou yet fo fair? Shall I believe 
That unfubftantial death is amorous; 
And that the lean abhorred monlter keeps 
Thee here in dark to be his paramour? 
For fear of that, I will fiill ftay with thee; 
And never from this palace of dim night 
Eepart again : here, here will I remain 

\tbr'.*voing himfelf by her, 

With worms that are thy chamber-maids; o, here 
Will I fet up my everlafting relt; 
And fhake the yoke of inaufpicious flars 
From this world-weary'd fleih Eyes, look your laft; 
Arms, take your lad embrace; and lips, o you 
The doors of breath, feal with a righteous kifs 
A datelefs bargain to engroiling death. _ 
Come, bitter condudt, come, unfavoury guide, 

[fours it inlo a Cup* 

Thou defperate pilot, now at once run on 
The dalhing rocks my fea-fick weary bark! 

Here's to my love! [drinks.'] O true apothecary! 

Thy drugs are quick Ihus with a kifs I die. 

\kffis her, and expires* 
Enter, at other end tbe Yard, Friar Lawrence, 

with a Lavthcrti, Crow, and Spade. 
Fri. Saint Francis be my fpeed ! how oft to-night 
Have my old feet ilumbl'd at g raves? _ Who's there? 

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Romeo and Juliet. lol 

BAL. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you 
well. 

Fri. Blifs be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, 
What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light 
To grubs and eyelefs fculls? as [ discern, 
It burneth in the Capu/tfs' monument. 

BJL. It doth fo, holy fir; and there's my matter, 
One that you love. 

Fri. Who is it? 

EAL. Romeo. 

Fri. How long hath he been there ? 

BAL. Full half an hour. 

Fri. Go with me to the vault. 

BAL. I dare not, fir: 

My mailer knows not, but I am gone hence; 
And fearfully did menace me with death, 
If I did flay to look on his intents. 

Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone; Fear comes upon me; 

O, much I fear foine ill unlucky thing. 

BAL. As I did deep under this yew-tree here, 
I dreamt my mailer and another fought, 
And that my mailer flew him. 

Fri. Romeo? \lea-vts him, and goes forward. 

Alack, alack! what blood is this, which llains 
The rtony entrance of this fepulcher: 
What mean these mafterlefs and gory fwords 
To lie difcolour'd by this place of peace? 

[enters tbi Moaaaent. 

Rweo! o, pale! Who elfe? what r Paris too? 
And lleep'd in blood r Ah, what an unkind hour 
Is guilty of this lamentable chance! 
The lady ilirs. [JULIET wakes, and looks alsitt her. 

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IO Romeo and Juliet. 

Jut. O comfortable friar, where is my lord ? 
I do remember well where I mould be, 
And there I am; Where is my Romeo? [Noise within. 

Fri. I hear fome noise Lady, come from that neft 

Of death, contagion, and unnatural fleep ; 
A greater power than we can contradift 
Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away : 
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead ; 
And Paris too; come, I'll difpose of thee 
Among a Merhood of holy nuns: 
Stay not to queftion, for the watch is coming ; [ger. 
Come, go, good Juliet, [Noise again.} I dare flay no lon- 

[Exit, hajliij. 

JUL. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away 

What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand ? 

Poison, I fee, hath been his timelefs end:_ 

O churl, drink all; and leave no friendly drop, 

To help me after? 1 will kifs thy lips; 

Haply, fome poison yet doth hang on them, 

To make me die with a reftorative. [*ffi* ^' tm > 

Thy lips are warm. 

i. W. ['within.'] Lead, boy; Which way? 

JUL. Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. _O happy dagger! 

[taking RomeoV. 

This is thy (heath ; [Jlabs herjelf.] there ruft, and let me 
die. [throws herfelf upon her Lover, and expires. 
Enter Watch, and the Page. 

Pag. This is the place; there, where the torch doth 
burn. [yard; 

\.W. The ground is bloody ;Search about the church- 
Go, fome of you, whoe'er you find, attach. 

[Exeunt joiw of the Watch, the rej! enter tk Tarn ft. 

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Pitiful fight! here lies the county flain;~ 
And. Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, 
Who here hath lain these two days buried. __ 
Go, tell the prince, __run to the Capulett,^ 

Raise up the Mountagues, fome others fearch:__ 

[Exeunt other Wattb. 

We fee the ground whereon these woes do lie; 
But the true ground of all these piteous woes, 
We cannot without circumftance defcry. 

Enter fome of the Watch, luitb BALTHAZAR. 
z.W. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the church- 
yard. 
i. W. Hold him in fafety, 'till the prince come hither. 

Enter Others, 'with Friar Lawrence. 
3. W. Here is a friar, that trembles, fighs, and weeps; 
We took this mattock and this fpade from him, 
As he was coming from this church-yard fide. 
I. W. A great fufpicion; Stay the friar too. 

Enter Prince, and Attendants. 
Pri. What mifadventure is fo early up, 
That calls our perfon from our morning's reft ? 
Enter CAPULET, his Lady, and Others, 
CAP. What mould it be, that they fo fhriek abroad? 
L- C. The people in the ftreet cry Romeo, 
Some ~Ju!iet, and fome Paris; and all run, 
With open out-cry, toward our monument. 

[Prince, and the re/?, enter the Monument. 
Pri. What fear is this, which ftartles in our ears? 

[to the Watth. 

l. VP. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris flain; 
And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, 
Warm and new kill'd. 



your 



1 04. Romeo and J uliet. 

Pri. Search, feek, and know how this foul murther 
comes. 

i W, Here is a friar, and flaughter'd Romeo's man ; 
With internments upon them, fit to open 
These dead men's tombs. [bleeds! 

Cjip. O heaven !_O, wife, look how our daughter 
This dagger hath mif-ta'cn. for, lo, his houfe 
Is empty on the back of Moiintague* 
And is mif-!heathed in my daughter's bosom. 

L. C. O me! this fight of death is as a bell, 
That warns my old age to a fepulcher. 

Enter MOUNT AGUE, and Others. 

Pri. Come, Mountcgue; for thou art early up, 
To fee thy fon and heir now early down. 

Mov. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; 
Grief of my fon's exile hath ftopt her breath : 
What further woe confpires againft my age? 

Pri. Look, and thou (halt fee. [Jbo-iving Romeo. 

Mou. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, 
To prefs before thy father to a grave? 

Pri. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, 

[comes from the Monument. 
'Till we can clear these ambiguities, 
And know their fpring, their head, their true defcent; 
And then will I be general of your woes, 
And lead you even to death : mean time forbear, 

And let mifchance be flave to patience 

Bring forth the parties of fufpicion. 

[Balthazar, end the "Friar, brought fit! b. 

Fri. \ am the greateft, able to do lealt, 
Yet mod fufpetted, as. the time and place 
Doth make againi! me, of this direful murther; 



Romeo and Juliet. 105 

And here I {land, both to impeach and purge 
Myfelf condemned and myfelf excus'd. 

Pri. Then fay at once what thou doft know in this. 

Fri. I will be brief, for my fhort date of breath 
Is not fo long as is a tedious tale. 
Borneo, there dead, was husband to that^W/V/; 
And (he, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: 
I marry'd them; and their ftoln marriage-day 
Was Tybalt 1 * dooms-day, whose untimely death 
BaniuVd the new-made bridegroom from this city; 
For whom, and not for Tybalt, "Juliet pin'd. 
You to remove that (iege of grief from her 
Ectroth'd, and would have marry'd her perforce, 
To county Paris: Then comes (he to me; 
And, with wild looks, bid me devise fome means 
To rid her from this (econd marriage, 
Or, in my cell, there would (he kill herfelf. 
Then gave I her, fo tutor'd by my art, 
A deeping potion; which fo took eifecl 
As I intended, for it wrought on her 
The form of death : mean time I writ to Romeo, 
That he (hould hither come as this dire night. 
To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, 
Being the time the potion's force (hould ceafe. 
But he which bore my letter, friar Jobn> 
Was ftay'd by accident; and yefternight 
Return'd my letter back: Then all alone, 
At the prefixed hour of her waking, 
Came 1 to take her from her kindred's vault j 
Meaning to keep her clofely at my cell, 
Till I conveniently could fend to Romeo: 
But, when I came, (fome minute ere the time 



io6 Romeo ana Juliet. 

Of her awaking) here untimely lay 
The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead. 
She wakes ; and I entreated her come forth, 
And bear this work of heaven with patience: 
But then a noise did fcare me from the tomb; 
And flic, too defperate, would not go with me, 
But (as it feems) did violence on herfelf. 
All this I know; and to the marriage 
Her nurfe is privy: And, if ought in this 
Mifcarry'd by my fault, let my old life 
Be facrific'd, fome hour before his time, 
Unto the rigour of fevereft law. 

Pri, We ftill have known thee for a holy man 

Where's Romeo's man? what can he fay in this/ 

BAL. I brought my matter news of Juliet's death; 
And then in poll he came from Mantua, 
To this fame place, to this fame monument. 
This "|" letter he early bid me give his father; 
And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, 
If I departed not, and left him there. 

Pri. Give me the letter, I will look on it. 

[Balthazar gives the Letter, 

Where is the county's page, that rais'd the watch? 

Sirrah, what made your mafter in this place? 

Pag. He came with flowers to ftrew his lady's grave; 
And bid me ftand aloof, and fo I did: 
Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb; 
And, by and by, my mailer drew on him; 
And then I ran away to call the watch. 

Pri. This letter doth make good the friar's words, 
Their courfe of love, the tidings of her death : 
Aud here he writes that he did buy a poisoa 



Romeo and Juliet. 107 

Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal 

Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juligt.^ 

Where be these enemies, Capulet, Mountague? 

See, what a fcourge is lay'd upon your hate, 

That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love; 

And I, for winking at your difcords too, 

Have loft a brace of kinsmen; all are punim'd. 

CAP. O, brother Mountag ue, give me thy hand: 
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more 
Can I demand. 

Mou. But I can give thee more: 
For I will raise her ftatue in pure gold ; 
That, while Verona by that name is known, 
There fhall no figure at fuch rate be fet, 
As that of true and faithful Juliet. 

CAP. As rich fhall Romeo by his lady lie; 
Poor facrifices of our enmity. 

Pri. A glooming peace this morning with it brings 5 

The fun, for farrow, will not (hew his head: 
Go hence, to have more talk of these fad things ; 

Some fhall be pardon'd, and fome punifhed: 
For never was a flory of more woe, 
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Exeunt. 



HAMLET. 



VOL. X, 



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Hamlet, Prince of Den mark: 

Claudius, King of Denmark, his Uncle. 

Polonius, a great Officer: 

Cornelius, ~| 

Voltimand, ( Gentlemen of the 

Rosincrantz, and f CWr/o/'Claudius. 

Guildenftern, J 

Laertes, Son to Polonius : 

Reynaldo, a Domejlick. 

Horatio, Friend to Hamlet : 

Francifco, a Soldier ; Bernardo, 

tfWMarcellus, Officers. 

Osrick, a Courtier ; another Courtier : 

Gentlemen, t<wo; Clowns, two, Gravi-diggtrs? 

Prieji, Player, Sailor, Servant to Horatio. 

Ghoji of Hamlet'* Father. 

Fortinbras, a Prince of Norway: 

a Captain : an Etnbaffador. 

Prologue; Duke, Dutcbefs, and their 

Nephew, Presenters in the Inter ludt. 

Gertrude, Hamlet'/ Mother, Queen to Claudias. 
Ophelia, Daughter of Polonius. 

Lords, Ladiesy and divers other Attendants; 
Players, Sailors, Officers, and Soldiers. 

Scene, Elfinour. 



HAMLET. 



AC? I. 

SCENE I. Elfmour. Platform of the Caftle. 
FRANCISCO upon bis Poji; Enter, to him, BERNARDO. 

BER. Who's there? 

FRA. Nay, anfwer me; ftand, and unfold 
Yourfelf. 

BER. Long live the king! 

FRA. Bernardo? 

BER. He. 

FRA. You come moft carefully upon your hour. 

BER. 'Tis now ftrook twelve;get thee tobed,Franci/co. 

FRA. For this relief, much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, 
And 1 am fick at heart. 

BER. Have you had quiet guard? 

FRA. Not a moufe ftirring. 

BER. Well, good night. 
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, 
The rivals of my watch, bid them make hafte. 
Enter HORATIO, <w</ MARCELLUS. 

Hz 



4 Hamlet. 

FRA. I think, I hear them:_Stand,ho! who is there? 

HOR. Friends to this ground: 

MAR. And liegemen to the Dane. 

FRA. Give you good night. 

MAR. O, farewel, honeft foldier: 
Who hath reliev'd you? 

FRA. Bernardo hath my place : 
Give you good night. [Exit FRANCISCU. 

MAR. Hola! Bernardo! 

BER. Say, 
What, is Horatio there ? 

HOR. A piece of him. 

ER. Welcome, Her atio;^. welcome, good Marcellus. 

HOR. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? 

ER. I have feen nothing. 

MAR. Horatio fays, 'tis but our fantafy; 
And will not let belief take hold of him, 
Touching this dreaded fight, twice feen of us: 
Therefore I have intreated him along, 
With us to watch the minutes of this night; 
That, if again this apparition come, 
He may approve our eyes, and fpeak to it. 

HOR. Turn, turn, 'twill not appear. 

Bf. R. Sit down a while; 
And. let us once again aflail your ears, 
That are fo fortify'd againft our flory, 
What we have two nights feen. 

HOR. Well, fit we down, 
And let us hear Bernardo fpeak of this. 

ER. Laft night of all, 

When yon* fame ftar, that's weftward from the pole* 
Had made his courfe t' illume that part of heaven 



Hamlet; f 

Where now it burns, Marcellus> and myfelf, 
The bell then beating one, 

Enter Ghoft. 

MAR. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes a- 
gain! 

SER. In the fame figure, like the king that's dead. 

MAR. Thou art a fcholar, fpeak to it, Horatio. 

HER. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio. 

HOR. Molt like: it harrows me with fear, and wonder. 

BER. It would be fpoke to. 

MAR. Speak to it, Horatio. 

HOR. What art thou, that usurp'ftthis time of night, 
Together with that fair and warlike form 
In which the majefty of bury'd Denmark 
Did fometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, fpeak. 

MAR. It is offended. 

BER. See, it (talks away. 

HOR. Stay; fpeak; I charge thee, fpeak. [Exit Ghoft. 

MAR. 'Tis gone, and will not anfwer. 

BE R. How now, Horatio? you tremble.and look pale : 
Is not this fomething more than fantafy ? 
What think you on't? 

HOR. Before my God, I might not this believe 
Without the fenuble and true avouch 
Of mine own eyes. 

MAR. Is it not like the king? 

//ox. As thou art to thyfelf : 
Such was the very armour he had on, 
When he the ambitious Norway combated ; 
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle, 
He fmote the fledded Polack on the ice. 
Tis ftrange. 

i8f t eake, fpeaks 3 pollax 



S Hamlet. 

MJR. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead hour f ' 
With martial ftalk hath he gone by our watch. 

HOR . In what particular thought to work, I know notj 
But, in the grofs and fcope of mine opinion, 
This bodes fome ftrange eruption to our ftate. 

MJR. Good now fit down, and tell me, he that knows ? 
Why this fame ftricl and moft observant watch 
So nightly toils the fubjeft of the land; 
And why fuch daily caft of brazen cannon, 
And foreign mart for implements of war; 
Why fuch imprefs of fhip -wrights, whose fore tafk 
Does not divide the funday from the week : 
What might be toward, that this fweaty hafte 
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the dayj 
Who is't, that can inform me? 

HOR. That can I; 

At leaft, the whifper goes fo. Our laft king, 
Whose image even but now appear'd to us, 
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, 
Thereto prick'd on by a moft emulate pride, 
Dar'd to the combat; in which, our valiant Hanlet 
(For ib this fide of our known world efteem'd him) 
Did flay this Fortinbras: who, by a feal'd compaft, 
Well ratify'd by law, and heraldry, 
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands, 
Which he Hood feiz'd of, to the conqueror: 
Againft the which, a moiety competent 
Was gaged by our king; which had return 
To the inheritance of Fortinbraiy 
Had he been vanquither; as, by the fame comart, 
And carriage of die article dcfign'd, 
His feil to tlamht : Now, fir, young Fortinbras^ 



Hamlet. 7 

Of unimproved mettle hot and full, 

Hath in the fkirts of Norway, here and there, 

fhark'd up a lift of lawlefs resolutes, 
or food and diet, to fome enterprize 
That hath a ftomack in't; which is no other, 
(As it doth well appear unto our ftate) 
But to recover of us, by ftrong hand, 
And terms compulfatory, those forefaid lands 
So by his father loft: And this, I take it, 
Is the main motive of our preparations; 
The fource of this our watch, and the chief head 
Of this poft-hafte and romage in the land. 

HER . I think, it be no other, but even fo : 
Well may it fort, that this portentous figure 
Comes armed through our watch ; fo like the king 
That was, and is the queftion of these wars. 

HOR. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye. 
In the moft high and palmy ftate of Rome, 
A little ere the mightieft 'Julius fell, 
The graves ftood tenantlefs, and the fheeted dead 
Did fqueak and gibber in the Roman ftreets; 
Stars (hone with trains of fire; dews of blood fell; 
Disafters dim'd the fun ; and the moift ftar, 
Upon whose influence Neptunis empire ftands, 
Was fick almoft to dooms-day with eclipfe. 
And even the like precurfe of fierce events, 
As harbingers preceding ftill the fates, 
And prologue to the omen coming on,~ 
Have heaven and earth together demonftrated 
Unto our climatures and countrymen. 

Re-enter Ghoft. 
JJut, foft; behold; lo, where it comes again! 

^t v. Note. *J Difafters in the 

H 4 



S Hamlet. 

I'll crofs it, though it blaft me. _ Stay, illusion} 

If thou haft any found, or ufe of voice, 

Speak to me: 

If there be any good thing to be done, 

That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, 

Speak to me: 

If thou art privy to thy country's fate, 

Which, hapily, foreknowing may avoid, 

O, fpeak: 

Or if thou haft uphoarded in thy life 

Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, 

For which, they fay, you fpirits oft walk in death, ['///, 

Speak of it; [Cock avm\r.]ftay,and fpeak Stop h,Marce- 

MAR. Shall I ftrike at it with my partizan? 

HOR. Do, if it will not ftand. 

ER. "Tis here. 

HOR. 'Tis here. 

MAR. 'Tis gone. [Exit Ghoft. 

We do it wrong, being fo majeftical, 
To offer it the mow of violence; 
For it is, as the air, invulnerable, 
And our vain blows malicious mockery. 

BER. It was about to fpeak, when the cock crew. 

HOR. And then it ftarted, like a guilty thing 
Upon a fearful fummons. I have heard, 
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, 
Doth with his lofty and fhrill-founding throat 
Awake the god of day ; and, at his warning, 
Whether in fea or fire, in earth or air, 
The extravagant and erring fpirit hies 
To his confine: and of the iruth herein. 
This present objeft made probation. 



Hamlet. ^ 

MAR. It faded on the crowing of the cock. 
Some fay, that ever 'gainft that feason comes 
Wherein our faviour's birth is celebrated, 
This bird of dawning fingeth all night long: 
And then, they fay, no fpirit dares ftir abroad; 
The nights are wholefome; then no planets ftrike, 
No fairy takes, no witch hath power to charm, 
So hallow'd and fo gracious is the time. 

HOR. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. 
But, look, the morn, in ruflet mantle clad, 
Walks o'er the dew of yon' high eaftward hill: 
Break we bur watch up; and, by my advice, 
Let us impart what we have feen to-night 
Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, 
This fpirit, dumb to us, will fpeak to him: 
Do you confent we mail acquaint him with it, 
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? 

MAR. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning knowr 
Where we lhall find him moft convenient. [ Exeunt. 

SCENE II. The fame. A Room of State in the fame. 

Enter King, Queen, and HAMLET; luith POLONIUS, 

LAERTES, Lords, &c. VOLTIMAND, and 

CORNELIUS. 

Kin. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death 
The memory be green; and that it us befitted 
To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom. 
To be contracted in one brow of woe ; 
Yet fo far hath difcretion fought with nature, 
That we with wiseft forrow think on him, 
Together with remembrance of ourfelves. 
Therefore our fometime filler, now our queen, 



*d Hamlet. 

The imperial jointrefs of this warlike ftate, 
Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy, 
With one aufpicious, and one dropping eye; 
With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage; 
Jn equal fcale weighing delight and dole, 
Taken to wife : nor have we herein bar'd 
Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone 
With this affair along: For all, our thanks. 
Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, 
Holding a weak fupposal of our worth; 
Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death, 
Our ftate to be difjoint and out of frame, 
Co-leagued with this dream of his advantage, 
He hath not fail'd to pefter us with meflage, 
Importing the furrender of those lands 
Loft by his father, with all bands of law, 
To our moil valiant brother. So much for him. 
Now for ourfelf, and for this time of meeting. 
Thus much the businefs is : We have here~j~ writ 
To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras, 
Who, impotent and bed- rid, fcarcely hears 
Of this his nephew's purpose, to fupprefs 
His further gait herein ; in that the levies, 
The lifts, and full proportions, are all made 

Out of his fubjecl:: and we here difpatch 

You, good Cornelius, and you, f^oltimand, 
For bearers of this greeting to old Norway} 
Giving to you no further perfonal power 
To businefs with the king, more than the fcope 
Of these "^dilated articles allow. 

Farewel; and let your hafte commend your duty. [doty. 
COR, VOL. In that, and all things, will we ihow our 



Hamlet. If 

Kin. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewel._ 

\Exeunt VOLTIMAND, and CORNELIUS. 

And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? 

You told us of fome fuit; What is't, Laertes? 

You cannot fpeak of reason to the Dane, 

And lose your voice: What would'ft thou beg, Laertes, 

That fhall not be my offer, not thy afking? 

The head is not more native to the heart, 

The hand more inftrumental to the mouth, 

Than to the throne of Denmark is thy father. 

What would'ft thou have, Laertes? 
LAE. My dread lord, 

Your leave and favour to return to France: 

From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, 

To (how my duty in your coronation; 

Yet now, I muft confefs, that duty done, 

My thoughts and wifhes bend again toward France, 

And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon, [us? 

Kin. Have you your father's leave? What fays Poloni- 

PCL. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my flow leave 

By labourfome petition; and, at laft, 

Upon his will 1 feal'd my hard confent: 

1 do befeech you, give him leave to go. 

Kin. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, 

And thy beft graces fpend it at thy will 

But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my fon, 

HAM. " A little more than kin, and lefs than kind.** 
Kin. How is it that the clouds Hill hang on youf 
HAM. Not fo, my lord, I am too much i' the fun. 
Que. Good Hamlet, call thy nighted colour off, 

And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. 

PO not, for ever, with thy vailed lids 

is the throne of Dermarke to 



1 2 Hamlet. 

Seek for thy noble father in the dud: 

Thou koow'ft, 'tis common; all, that live, mint die, 

Pafilng through nature to eternity. 

HAM. Ay, madam, it is common. 

$ue. If it be, 
Why feems it fo particular with thee? 

HAM. Seems, madam ! nay, it is; I know not feems. 
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, 
Nor cuftomary fuits of folemn black, 
Nor windy fufpiration of forc'd breath, 
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, 
Nor the dejecled 'haviour of the visage, 
Together with all forms, modes, fhapes of grief, 
That can denote me truly: These, indeed, feem, 
For they are aftions that a man might play: 
But I have that within, which pafTcs (how; 
These, but the trappings and the fuits of woe. [amlef, 

Kin. *Tis fweet and commendable in your nature, H- 
To give these mourning duties to your father: 
But, you muft know, your father loft a father; 
That father, loft, loft his; and the furviver bound, 
In filial obligation, for fome term 
To do obfequious forrow : But to perfever 
In obftinate condolement, is a courfe 
Of impious ftubbornnefs; 'tis unmanly grief: 
It Ihows a will moft incorreft to heaven; 
A heart unfortify'd, or mind impatient; 
An underftanding fimple and unfchool'd: 
For what, v/e know, muft be, and is as common 
As any the moft vulgar thing to fenfe, 
Why mould we, in our peevifh opposition, 
Take it to heart ? Fie! 'tis a fault tc heaven^ 



Hamlet. J$ 

A fault againft the dead, a fault to nature, 
To reason moft abfurd ; whose common theme 
Is death of fathers; and who ftill hath cry'd, 
From the firft corfe 'till he that dy'd to-day, 
This muft be fo. We pray you, throw to earth 
This unprevailing woe; and think of us 
As of a father: for, let the world take note, 
You are the moft immediate to our throne; 
And, with no lefs nobility of love 
Than that which deareft father bears his fon, 
Do I impart toward you. For your intent 
In going back to fchool in Wittenberg, 
It is molt retrograde to our desire : 
And, we befeech you, bend you to remain 
Here, in the chear and comfort of our eye, 
Our chiefeft courtier, cousin, and our fon. 

Que. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet} 
I pray thee, ftay with us, go not to Wittenberg. 

HAM. I (hall in all my beft obey you, madam. 

Kin. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply; 
Be as ourfelf in Denmark Madam, come; 
This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet 
Sits fouling to my heart: in grace whereof, 
No jocond health, that Denmark drinks to-day, 
But the great cannon to the clouds mail tell; 
And the king's rouze the heavens mail bruit again, 
Refpeaking earthly thunder. Come, away. 

[Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, &c. POL . and LA E. 

HAM. O, that this too-too-folid flefh would melt, 
Thaw, and resolve itfelf into a dew! 
Or that the everlafting had not fix'd 
His canon 'gainft felf- (laughter ! O God, o God ! 



4 Hamlet. 

How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable 

Seem to me all the ufes of this world! 

Fie on't! ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, 

That grows to feed; things rank, and grofs in nature, 

Possefs it meerly. That it mould come to this! 

But two months dead; nay, not fo much, not two: 

So excellent a king; that was, to this, 

Hyperion to a fatyr: fo loving to my mother, 

That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven 

Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! 

Muft I remember? why, me would hang on him, 

As if encreafe of appetite had grown 

By what it fed on: And yet, within a month, 

Let me not think on't; Frailty, thy name is woman :"~* 

A little month; or ere those (hoes were old, 

With which me follow'd my poor father's body, 

Like A70i, all tears; why me, even me, 

O heaven ! a beaft, that wants difcourfe of reason, 

Would have mourn'd longer, marry'd with my uncle? 

My father's brother; but no more like my father, 

Than I to Hercules: Within a month; 

Ere yet the fait of moft unrighteous tears 

Had left the fluming in her gauled eyes, 

She marry'd: O moft wicked fpeed, to poft 

With fuch dexterity to inceiluous meets! 

It is not, nor it cannot come to, good: 

But break, my heart; for I muft hold my tongue. 

Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO. 

HOR. Hail to your lordmip. 

HJIM. I am glad to fee you well: 
Horatio, or I do forget myfelf. 

HOR. The fame, my lord, and your poor fervant ever. 

9 not beteene the 



Hamlet. !$ 

HAM. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with 

And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? [you. 

Marceilus? 

MAR. My good lord, 

HAM. I am very glad to fee you; good even, fir._ 
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? 

HOR. A truant difposition, good my lord. 

HAM, I would not hear your enemy fay fb; 
Nor mall you do my ear that violence, 
To make it trufter of your own report 
Againft yourfelf: I know, you are no truant. 
But what is your affair in Elfenour? 
We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart. 

HOR. My lord, I came to fee your father's funeral. 

HAM. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow ftudent; 
I think, it was to fee my mother's wedding. 

HOR. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. 

HAM. Thrift, thrift, Horatio ; the funeral bak'd meati 
Did coldly furnim forth the marriage tables. 
'Would I had met my deareft foe in heaven, 

Or ever I had feen that day, Horatio! 

My father, Methinks, I fee my father. 

HOR. Where, my lord? 

HAM. In my mind's eye, Horatio. 

HOR. I faw him once, he was a goodly king. 

HAM. He was a man, take him for all in all, 
I fhall not look upon his like again. 

HOR. My lord, I think I faw him yefternight, 

HAM. Saw! who? 

HOR. My lord, the king your father. 

HAM. The king my father! 

HQR. Season your admiration for a while 



1 6 Hamlet. 

With an attent ear; 'till I may deliver, 
Upon the witnefs of these gentlemen, 
This marvel to you. 

HAM. For God's love, let me hear. 

HOR. Two nights together had these gentlemen, 
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, 
In the dead wafte and middle of the night, 
Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, 
Armed at point, exaftly, cap-a-pe, 
Appears before them, and, with folemn march, 
Goes flow and {lately by them: thrice he walk'd, 
By their oppreft and fear-furprized eyes, 
Within his truncheon's length; whilft they, diflill'd 
Almoft to jelly with the aft of fear, 
Stand dumb and fpeak not to him. This to me 
In dreadful fecrefy impart they did; 
And I with them, the third night, kept the watch: 
Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, 
Form of the thing, each word made true and good, 
The apparition comes: I knew your father, 
These hands are not more like. 

HAM. But where was this? 

MAR. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. 

HAM. Did you not fpeak to it ? 

HOR. My lord, I did; 

But anfwer made it none: yet once, methought, 
It lifted up it's head, and did addrefs 
Itfelf to motion, like as it would fpeak: 
But, even then, the morning cock crew loud; 
And at the found it fhrunk in hafte away, 
And vanifh'd from pur fight. 

HAM. 'Tis very ftrange. 



Hamlet. 17 

HOR. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; 
And we did think it writ down in our duty, 
To let you know of it. 

HAM. Indeed, indeed, firs, but this troubles me. 
Hold you the watch to-night? 

MAR. BER. We do, my lord. 

HAM. Arm'd, fay you? 

MAR. BER. Arm'd, my lord. 

HA M. From top to toe .' 

MAR. BER. My lord, from head to foot. 

HAM. Then faw you not his face. 

HOR. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. 

HAM. What, look'd he frowningly? 

HOR. A countenance more 
In forrow than in anger. 

HAM. Pale, or red? 

HOR . Nay, very pale. 

HAM. And fix'd his eyes upon you? 

HOR. Moft conftantly. 

HAM. I would, I had been there. 

HOR. It would have much amaz'd you. 

HAM. Very like, 
Very like: Stay'd it long ? 

HOR. While one with moderate hafle 
Might tell a hundred. 

MAR. BER. Longer, longer. 

HOR. Not when I faw't. 

HAM. His beard was grizl'd? no? 

HOR. It was, as I have feen it in his life, 
A fable filver'd. 

HAM. I will watch to-night; 
Perchance, 'twill walk again. 

VOL.X. J 



1 8 Hamlet. 

HOR. I war'nt, it will. 

HAM. If it aflume my noble father's perfon, 
I'll fpeak to it, though hell itfelf fhould gape, 
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, 
]f you have hitherto conceal'd this fight, 
Let it be tenable in your filence Hill; 
And whatfoever elfe mall hap to-night, 
Give it an underftanding, but no tongue; 
I will requite your loves: So, fare you well: 
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, 
I'll visit you. 

HOR. MAR. BER. Our duty to your honour. 

HAM. Your loves, as mine to you: Farewel. 
[**/HoR. MAR. 
My father's fpirit in arms! all is not well; 
I doubt fome foul play: 'would, the night were come; 
'Till then fit ftill, my foul : Foul deeds will rise, 
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them,to men's eyes. [..*. 

SCENE III. The fame. A Room in Polonius'^/r//?/. 
Enter LAERTES, and OPHELIA. 

LAE. My neceflaries are embark'd; farewel:. 
And, fifter, as the winds give benefit, 
And convoy is affiftant, do not fleep, 
But let me hear from you. 

OPH. Do you doubt that? 

LAE. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favoufj 
Hold it a falhion, and a toy in blood ; 
A violet in the youth of primy nature, 
Forward, not permanent, fweet, but not lafting, 
The perfume and fuppliance of a minute, 
No more. 



Hamlet. 19 

OPR. No more but fo? 

LJE. Think it no more: 
For nature, crefcent, does not grow alone 
In thews, and bulk; but, as this temple waxes, 
The inward fervice of the mind and foul 
Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now; 
And now no foil, nor cautel, doth befmirch 
The virtue of his will : but, you muft fear, 
His greatnefs weigh'd, his will is not his own: 
For he himfelf is fubjeft to his birth: 
He may not, as unvalu'd perfons do, 
Carve for himfelf; for on his choice depends 
The fanity and health of the whole flate; 
And therefore muft his choice be circumfcrib'd 
Unto the voice and yielding of that body, 
Whereof he is the head: Then if he fays, he loves you, 
It fits your wisdom fo far to believe it, 
As he in his particular aft and place 
May give his faying deed ; which is no further, 
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. 
Then weigh what lofs your honour may fuflain, 
If with too credent ear you lift his fongs; 
Or lose your heart; or your chaft treasure open 
To his unmafter'd importunity: 
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear filter; 
And keep you in the rear of your affecYion, 
Out of the mot and danger of desire. 
The charieft maid is prodigal enough, 
If me unmaflc her beauty to the moon: 
Virtue itfelf fcapes not calumnious ftrokes : 
The canker galls the infants of the fpring, 
Too oft before their buttons be difclos'd j 

H fanftity 



20 Kamlet. 

And in the morn and liquid dew of youth 
Contagious blaftments arc moll imminent. 
Be wary then: belt fafety lies in fear; 
Youth to itfelf rebels, though none elfe near. 

OPH. I mail the effeft of this good leflbn keep, 
As watchman to my heart: But, good my brother, 
Do not, as fome ungracious pallors do, 
Shew me the fleep and thorny way to heaven ; 
Whilft, like a puft and recklefs libertine, 
Himfelf the primrose path of dalliance treads, 
And recks not his own read. 

LJE. O, fear me not. 
I flay too long;_But here my father comes:-. 

Enter POLONIUS. 

A double bleffing is a double grace; \kneeling /oPolonius. 
Occasion fmiles upon a fecond leave. 

POL. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for fhame; 
The wind fits in the moulder of your fail, 
And you are ftay'd for: There,~f my bleffing with you; 
And these few precepts in thy memory 
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, 
Nor any unproportion'd thought his aft. 
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. 
The friends thou haft, and their adoption try'd, 
Grapple them to thy foul with hooks of lleal ; 
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment 
Of each new-hatch'd unfledg'd comrade. Beware 
Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in, 
Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. 
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice: 
Take each man's cenfure, but reserve thy judgment. 
Coftly thy habit as thy purfe can buy, 

i *5 boopei 



Hamlet. 21 

But not expre/Td in fancy; rich, not gaudy: 
For the apparel oft proclaims the man; 
And they in France, of the beft rank and ftation, 
Are moft feleft and generous, chief in that. 
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be : 
For loan oft loses both itfelf and friend; 
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. 
This above all, To thine own felf be true; 
And it muft follow, as the night the day, 
Thou canft not then be falfe to any man. 
Farewel; my bleffing feason this in thee! 

LAE. Moft humbly do I take my leave, my lord. 

POL. The time inverts you; go, your fervants tend. 

LAE. Farewel, Ophelia-, and remember well 
What I have faid to you. 

OPH. 'Tis in my memory lock'd, 
And you yourfelf fhall keep the key of it. 

LAE. Farewel. [Exit LA.ERTES. 

POL. What is't, Ophelia, he hath faid to you ? [let. 

OPH. So please you, fomething touching the lord Ham- 

POL. Marry, well bethought: 
'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late 
Given private time to you; and you yourfelf 
Have of your audience been moft free and bounteous: 
If it be fo, (as fo 'tis put on me, 
And that in way of caution) I muft tell you, 
You do not underftand yourfelf fo clearly, 
As it behoves my daughter, and your honour: 
What is between you? give me up the truth. 

OPH. He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders 
Of his affeftion to me. 

POL. AfFeftion? puh! you fpeak like a green girl, 

4 Are of a moft 

is 



22 Hamlet. 

Unfitted in fuch perilous circumftance. 

Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? 

OPH. I do not know, my lord, what I Ihould think. 

POL. Marry, I will teach you: think yourfelfababy; 
That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, 
Which are not fterling. Tender yourfelf more dearly, 
Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, 
Wringing it thus) you'll tender me a fool. 

OPH. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love 
In honourable famion. 

POL. Ay, fafhion you may call it; go to, go to. [lord, 

OPH. And hath given countenance to his fpeech, my 
With almoft all the holy vows of heaven. 

Pot. Ay, fpringes to catch woodcocks. I do know, 
When the blood burns, how prodigal the foul 
Lends the tongue vows: These blazes, gentle daughter, 
Giving more light than heat, extinct in both, 
Even in their promise, as it is a making, 
You rnuft not take for fire. From this time, 
Be fomething fcanter of your maiden presence ; 
Set your entreatments at a higher rate, 
Than a command to parley. For lord Hamlet t 
Believe fo much in him, That he is young; 
And with a larger tether may he walk, 
Than may be given you: In few, Ophelia, 
Do not believe his vows: for they are brokers; 
Not of that die which their inveitments mow, 
But meer implorers of unholy fuits; 
Breathing like fanftify'd and pious bawds, 
The better to beguile. This is for ail, 
I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, 
Have you fo fiander any moment's leisure, 

* Wrong it *S implorators 



Hamlet. 23 

As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet. 
Look to't, I charge you; come your ways. 

OPH. I (hall 
Obey, my lord. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. The fame. The Platform. 
Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS. 

BAM. The air bites (hrewdly; it is very cold. 

HOR. It is a nipping and an eager air. 

HAM. What hour now? 

HOR. I think, it lacks of twelve. 

MAR. No, it is ftrook. [feason, 

HOR. Indeed ? I heard it not: it then draws near the 
Wherein the fpirit held his wont to walk. 

\flourijh of Trumpets, &c. and Ordin- 
ance going off", heard within. 
What does this mean, my lord? ['rouse, 

HAM. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his 
Keeps waffel, and the fwaggering up-fpring reels; 
And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenijb down, 
The kettle-drum, and trumpet, thus bray out 
The triumph of his pledge. 

HOR. Is it a cuftom? 

HAM. Ay, marry, is't: 

But, to my mind, though I am native here, 
And to the manner born, it is a cuftom 
More honour'd in the breach, than the observance. 
This heavy-headed revel eaft and weft 
Makes us traduc'd, and tax'd of other nations : 
They clepe us, drunkards, and with fwinim phrase 
Soil our addition ; and, indeed, it takes 
From oar achievements, though performed at height, 

14 



z4 Hamlet. 

The pith and marrow of our attribute. 

So oft it chances in particular men ; 

That, for fome vicious mole of nature in them," 1 

As in their birth, (wherein they are not guilty, 

Since nature cannot choose his origin) 

By the o'er-growth of fome complexion, 

Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason; 

Or by fome habit, that too much o'er-leavens 

The form of plaufive manners: that these men,"- 

Carrying, I fay, the ftamp of one defect; 

Being nature's livery, or fortune's ftar, 

Their virtues elfe (be they as pure as grace, 

As infinite as man may undergo) 

Shall in the general cenfure take corruption 

From that particular fault: The dram of bafe 

Dcth all the noble fubllance of worth out, 

To his own fcandal. 

Enter Ghoft. 

HOR. Look, my lord, it comes! 

HAM, Angels and minifters of grace defend us!_ 
Be thou a fpirit of health, or goblin damn'd, 
Bring with thee airs from heaven, or b'afts from hell, 
Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, 
Thou com'ft in fuch a queftionable fhape, 
That I will fpeak to thee; I'll call thee, Hamkt, 
King, father, royal Dane: O, anfwer me! 
Let me not burft in ignorance! but tell, 
Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearfed in death, 
Have burft their cearments; why the fepulcher, 
Wherein we faw thee quietly interr'd, 
Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, 
To caft thee up again: What may this mean, 

6 their ore- "HistM- *5 of eafe &ofa doubt 



Hamlet. 25 

That thou, dead corfe, again, in compleat fteel, 
Rcvisit'ft thus the glimpfes of the moon, 
Making night hideous; and we fools of nature 
So horridly to fhake our difposition, 
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our fouls? 
Say, why is this? wherefore? what mould we do? 

HOR. It beckons you to go away with it, 
As if it fome impartment did desire 
To you alone. 

MAR . Look, with what courteous aftion 
It waves you to a more removed ground : 
But do not go with it. 

HOR. No, by no means. 

HAM. It will not fpeak; then I will follow it. 

HOR. Do not, my lord. 

HAM. Why, what mould be the fear? 
I do not fet my life at a pin's fee : 
And, for my foul, what can it do to that, 
Being a thing immortal as itfelf? 
It waves me forth again; I'll follow it. 

HOR. What, if it tempt you toward the flood,my lord; 
Or to the dreadful fummit of the cliff, 
That beetles o'er his bafe into the fea? 
And there affume fome other horrible form,' 
Which might deprive your fovereignty of reason, 
And draw you into madnefs? think of it: 
The very place puts toys of defperation, 
Without more motive, into every brain, 
That looks fo many fathoms to the fea, 
And hears it roar beneath. 

HAM. It waves me ftill :_ 
Go on, I'll follow thee. 



z6 Hamlet. 

MAR. You (hall not go, my lord. 

HAM. Hold off your hands. 

HOR. Be rul'd, you (hall not go. 

HAM. My fate cries out, 
And makes each petty artery in this body 
Hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve 

Still am Icall'd? unhand me, gentlemen; 

By heaven, I'll make a ghoft of him that lets me: 
1 fay, away :_ Go on, I'll follow thee. 

[Exeunt Ghoft, and HAMLET. 

HOR. He waxes defperate with imagination. 

MAR. Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him. 

HOR. Have after: To what ifTue will this come ? 

MAR. Something is rotten in the ftate of Denmark. 

HOR. Heaven will direft it. 

MAR. Nay, let's follow him. [Exeunt. 

SCENE V. The fame. Another Part of the fame. 

Enter Ghoft, and HAMLET. [rther. 

HAM, Whither wilt thou lead me r ("peak, I'll go no fu- 

Gbo. Mark me. 

HAM. I will. 

Gbo. My hour is almoft come, 
When I to fulph'rous and tormenting flames 
Muft render up myfelf. 

HAM. Alas, poor ghoft! 

Gho. Pity me not, but lend thy ferious hearing 
To what I (hall unfold. 

HAM. Speak, I am bound to hear. 

Gho. So art thou to revenge, when thou (halt hear. 

HAM. What? 

Gbo. I am thy father's fpirit; 

* As hardv as 



Hamlet. 27 

Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; 

And, for the day, confin'd to faft in fires, 

Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, 

Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid 

To tell the fecrets of my prison-houfe, 

I could a tale unfold, whose lighted word 

Would harrow up thy foul; freeze thy young blood; 

Make thy two eyes, like ftars, ftart from their fpheres; 

Thy knotty and combined locks to part, 

And each particular hair to (land an end, 

Like quills upon the fretful porcupine: 

But this eternal blazon muft not be 

To ears of flefh and blood: Lift, lift, o lift! 

If thou didft ever thy dear father love, 

HAM.. O heaven! 

Gho. Revenge his foul and moft unnatural murther. 

HAM. Murther? 

Gho. Murther moft foul, as in the beft it is; 
But this moft foul, ftrange, and unnatural. 

HAM. Hafte me to know't ; that I, with wings as fwift 
As meditation, or the thoughts of love, 
May fweep to my revenge. 

Gbo. I find thee apt; 

And duller fhould'ft thou be than the fat weed 
That rots itfelf in ease on Lethe wharf, 
Would'ft thou not ftir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear: 
*Tis given out, that, fleeping in my orchard, 
A ferpent ftung me ; fo the whole ear of Denmark 
Is by a forged procefs of my death 
Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble youth, 
The ferpent, that did fting thy father's life, 
Now wears his crown. 



28 Hamlet. 

HAM. O my prophetick foul! my uncle? 

Gba. Ay, that inceftuous, that adulterate beaft, 
With witchcraft of his wit, with traiterous gifts, 
(O wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power 
So to feduce!) won to his fhameful luft 
The will of my moft feeming-virtuous queen: 
O, Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! 
From me, whose love was of that dignity, 
That it went hand in hand even with the vow 
I made to her in marriage; and to decline 
Upon a wretch, whose natural gifts were poor 
To those of mine! 

But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, 
Though lewdnefs court it in a fhape of heaven; 
So luft, though to a radiant angel link'd, 
Will fate itfelf in a celeftial bed, 
And prey on garbage. 

But, loft! methinks, I fcent the morning air; 
Brief let me be: Sleeping within my orchard, 
My cuftom always of the afternoon, 
Upon my fecure hour thy uncle ftole, 
With juice of cm fed hebenon in a viol, 
And in the porches of mine ears did pour 
The leperous diflilment; whose effecT: 
Holds fuch an enmity with blood of man, 
That, fwift as quick- filver, it courfes through 
The natural gates and allies of the body; 
And, with a fudden vigour, it doth poflet 
And curd, like eager droppings into milk, 
The thin and wholefome blood : fo did it mine; 
And a moft inftant tetter bark'd about, 
Moft lazar-like, with vile and loathfome cruft 

3 wits, 



Hamlet. 29 

All my fmooth body. 

Thus was I, fleeping, by a brother's hand, 
Of life, of crown, of queen, at once difpatch'd: 
Cut off even in the bloffoms of my (in, 
Unhousel'd, unanointed, unanneal'd; 
No reck'ning made, but fent to my account 
With all my imperfections on my head: 
O horrible! o horrible! moft horrible! 
If thou haft nature in thee, bear it not; 
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be 
A couch for luxury and damned inceft. 
But, howfoever thou purfu'fl this adt, 
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy foul contrive 
Againft thy mother ought; leave her to heaven, 
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, 
To prick and fting her. Fare thee well at once; 
The glow-worm fhews the matin to be near, 
And 'gins to pale his uneffedlual fire: 
Adieu, adieu, adieu; remember me. [Exit Ghoft. 

HAM. O all you hofl of heaven! o earth! What elfe? 
And mall I couple hell: Hold, hold, my heart; 
And you, my finews, grow not inftant old, 
But bear me ftirfly up !_ Remember thee? 
Ay, thou poor ghoft, while memory holds a feat 
In this diftrafted globe. Remember thee ? 
Yea, from the table of my memory 
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, 
All faws of books, all forms, all preflures paft, 
That youth and observation copy'd there; 
And thy commandment all alone lhall live 
Within the book and volume of my brain, 
Unmix'd with bafer matter: yes, by heaven. 

5 difappointcd, * hell, e fie, hold 



3 Hamlet. 

O moft pernicious woman! 

villain, villain, fmiling, damned villain! 
My tables, meet it is, 1 fet it down, 

That one may fmile, and fmile, and be a villain J 
At leaft, I'm fure, it may be fo in Denmark: 
So, uncle, there ~f you are : Now to my word; 
It if, 
&ieu, adieu; remember me. I have fvvorn't, 

HOR. [within.] My lord, my lord, 

MAR. [within.] Lord Hamlet, 

HOR. [within.] Heaven fecure him! 

HAM. So be it ! 

MAR. [within.] IIlo, ho, ho, my lord! 

HAM. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come. 
Enter HORATIO, and MARCELLUS. 

MAR. How is't, my noble lord? 

HOR. What news, my lord? 

HAM . O, wonderful ! 

HOR. Good my lord, tell it. 

HAM. No; you will reveal it. 

HOR. Not I, my lord, by heaven. 

MAR. Nor I, my lord. [ink it?* 

HAM. How fay you then; would heart of man once th- 
But you'll be fecret, 

HOR. MAR. Ay, by heaven, my lord. 

HAM. There's ne'er a villain, dwelling in all Denmark, 
But he's an arrant knave. [grave, 

HOR. There needs no ghoft, my lord, come from the 
To tell us this. 

HAM. Why, right; you are i' the right: 
And fo, without more circumftance at all, 

1 hold it fit, that we ihake hands, and part : 



Hamlet. 3 1 

You, as your businefs, and desire, fliall point you; 
For every man hath businefs, and desire, 
Such as it is, and, for my own poor part, 
Look you, I will go pray. 

HOR. These are but wild and whirling words,my lord. 

HAM. I'm forry, they offend you, heartily; 
'Faith, heartily. 

HOR. There's no offence, my lord. 

HAM. Yes, by faint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, 
And much offence too. Touching this vision here,- 
It is an honeft ghoft, that let me tell you: 
For your desire to know what is between us, 
O'er-mafter't as you may. And now, good friends, 
As you are friends, fcholars, and foldiers, 
Give me one poor requeft. 

HOR. What is't, my lord? we will. [ght 

HAM . Never make known what you have feen to-ni- 

HOR. MAR. My lord, we will not. 

HAM. Nay, but fwear't. 

HOR In faith, 
My lord, not I. 

MAR. Nor I, my lord, in faith. 

HAM. Upon my~j~fword. 

MAR. We have fworn, my lord, already. 

HAM. Indeed, upon my fword, indeed. 

Gho. [beneath.] Swear. [penny ?_ 

HAM. Ha, ha, boy ! fay'ft thou fo ? art thou there, true- 
Come on,~you hear this fellow in the cellaridge, 
Con fen t to fwear. 

HOR. Propose the oath, my lord. 

HAM. Never to fpeak of this that you have feen, 
Swear by my fword. 

7 Yes faith 






32 Hamlet. 

Gho. \jbeneath.~\ Swear. 

HAM. Hie et ubique? then we'll mift our ground :_ 
Come hither, gentlemen, and lay your hands 
Again upon my fword; Swear by my fword, 
Never to fpeak of this that you have heard. 

Gbo. [l>eneatb.~\ Swear by his fword. Tfaft? 

HJM. Well faid, old mole ! canft work i' the earth fo 
A worthy pioneer! Once more remove, good friends. 

UOR. O day and night, but this is wondrous Grange! 

HJIM. And therefore as a ftranger give it welcome. 
There are more things in heaven and earth, Hcratio, 
Than are dreamt of in your phiiofophy. 
But come; 

Here, as before, never, fo help you mercy, 
How ftrange or odd foe'er 1 bear myfelf, 
As I, perchance, hereafter mail think meet 
To put an antick difposition on, 
That you, at fuch time feeing me, never (hall 
(With arms encumber'd~j~thus; or this~|~head-(hakej 
Or by pronouncing of fome doubtful phrase, 
As, Well, nvell, nve know, or, We could, an if 
ive would; or, Ifive lift tofpeak\ or, There 
be, an if they might; 
Or fuch ambiguous giving-out) denote 
That you know ought of me: This do gou fwear, 
So grace and mercy at your moll need help you ! 

Gbo. [beneath.] Swear. 

UAM. Kelt, reft, perturbed fpirit So, gentlemen, 

With all my love I do commend me to you : 
And what fo poor a man as Hamlet is 
May do* to exprefs his Jove and friending to you, 
God willing, mail not lack. Let us go in together; 

*4 out, to note) 



Hdmlet, 33 

And flill your fingers on your lips, I pray. 

The time is out of joint ;_O curfed fpightl 

That ever I was born to fet it right !_ 

Nay, come, let's go together. [Exeunt. 



ACT II. 

SCENE I. The fame. A Roorrt in Polonius' Houfe. 
Enter POLONIUS; 



POL. Give him this =}= money, and these =f= notes, Ry- 
naldo. 

RET. I will, my lord. 

POL. You (hall do marvelous wisely, %pQ&Reynaldo t 
Before you visit him, to make inquiry 
Of his behaviour. 

RET. My lord, I did intend it. 

POL. Marry, well faid; very well faid. Look you, fir, 
Inquire me firil what Dantz'cken are in Paris; 
And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, 
What company, at what expence; and finding, 
By this encompaffment and drift of queflion, 
That they do know my fon, come you more nearer 
Than your particular demands will touch it: 
Take you, as 'twere, fome diftant knowledge of him, 
As thus, 1 knmu hit father, and his friendt, 
And, in part, him, Do you mark this, Reynaldo? 

RET. Ay, very well, my lord. 

POL. And, in p&rt, him; but, you may fay, not <wtlt: 
But, j/'t be he I mean, he's very ivild\ 
AddiSed fo and fo; and there put on him 
What forgeries you please: marry, none fo rank 

VOL. X, JL 



34 Hamlet. 

As may diffionour him; take heed'of that; 
But, fir, fuch wanton, wild, and usual flips, 
As are companions noted and moil known 
To youth and liberty. 

RET. As gaming, my lord. 

POL. Ay, or drinking, fencing, fwearing, quarrelling, 
Drabbing; you may go fo far. 

RET. My lord, that would difhonour him. 

POL. 'Faith, no; as you may feason it in the charge. 
You muft not put another fcandal on him, 
That he is open to incontinency ; 

That's not my meaning: but breath his faults fo quaintly, 
That they may feeni the taints of liberty; 
The flam, and out- break of a fiery mind; 
A favagenefs in unreclaimed blood, 
Of general aflault. 

RET. But, my good lord, 

POL. Wherefore mould you do this? 

RET. Ay, my cooH lord, 
I would know that. 

POL. Marry, fir, here's my drift; 
And, I believe, it is a fetch of warrant: 
You laying these flight fullies on my fon, 
As 'twere a thing a little foil'd i' the working, 
Mark you, Your party in converfe, him you would found, 
Having ever feen, in the prenominate crimes, 
The youth, you breath of, guilty, be affur'd, 
He closes with you in this confequence; 
Goodjir, or fo ; or, Friend, or, Gentleman, 
According to the phrase, or the addition, 
Of man, and country. 

Rf. r. Very good, my lord. 



Hamlet. 35 

POL. And then; fir, does he this, He does What 

was I 

About to fay? I was about to fay 
Something: Where did I leave? 

Rtr. At, closes in the confequence. 

POL. At, closes in the confequence, Ay, marry; 
He closes with you thus : / know the gentleman; 
Jfaiv him yejlerday, or /' other day, 
Or tbet:, or then; ivilhfucb, orjucb: and, as you fay ', 
'There was be gaming; there o'er -took in his 'route; 
There falling out at tennis: or, perchance, 
I/a<w him enter fuch a boufe of J ale, 
(Videlicet, a brothel) or fo forth. 
See you now ; 

Your bait of falfehood takes this carp of truth: 
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, 
With windlaffes, and with affays of bias, 
By indirections find directions out; 
So, by my former lefture and advice, 
Shall you my fon: You have me, have you not? 

RET. My lord, I have. 

POL. God be wi'you; fare you well. 

/?r. Good my lord, 

POL. Observe his inclination in yourfelf. 

^r. l-fliall, my lord. 

POL. And let him ply his musick. 

Rzr. Weil, my lord. [Exit REYNALDO. 

Enter OPHELIA, hajlily. 

POL. Farewel _How now, Ophelia? what's the mat- 
ter? 

OP a. O, my lord, my lord, I have been fo affrighted! 

POL. With what, i' the name of heaven? 



36 Hamlet. 

OPH. My lord, as I was fowing in my closet, 
Lord Ham/ef,~wh\\ his doublet all unbrac'd; 
No hat upon his head ; his {lockings foul'd, 
Ungarter'd, and down-gyred to his ancle; 
Pale as his ftiirt; his knees knocking each other? 
And with a took fo piteous in purport, 
As if he had been leofed out of hell, 
To fpeak of horrors, he comes before me. 

Pos. Mad for thy love? 

OPH. My lord, I do not know; 
But, truly, I do fear it. 

POL. Whatfaidhe? 

OPH. He took me by the wrift, and held me hard ; 
Then goes he to the length of all his arm; 
And, with his other hand thus ~J~ o'er his brow, 
He falls to fuch perusal of my face, 
As he would draw it. Long time ftay'd he fo: 
At laft, a little making of mine arm, 
And thrice his head thus ~jr waving up and down,"* 
He raised a figh fo piteous and profound, 
As it did feem to (hatter all his bulk, 
And end his being: That done, he lets me go: 
And, with his head over his moulder turn'd, 
He feem'd to find his way without his eyes ; 
For out o' doors he went without their helps, 
And, to the laft, bended their light on me. N 

POL. Come, go with me; I will go feek the king. 
This is the very extafy of love; 
Whose violent property foredoes itfelf, 
And leads the will to defperate undertakings, 
As oft as any paffion under heaven, 
That does afflift our natures. I am forry,~ 



Hamlet. 37 

What have you given him any hard words of late ? 

OPH. No, my good lord; but, as you did command, 
1 did j-epel his letters, and deny'd 
His accefs to me. 

POL. That hath made him mad. 
I am forry, that with better heed, and judgment, 
I had not quoted him: I fear'd, he did but trifle, 
And meant to wrack thee; but, befhrow my jealoufy! 
By heaven, it is as proper to our age 
To caft beyond ourfelves in our opinions, 
As it is common for the younger fort 
To lack difcretion. Come, go we to the king: [vc 

This muft be known ; which, being kept clofe, might mo- 
More grief to hide, than hate to utter love. 
Come. [ Exeunt* 

SCENE II. The fame. 4 Room in the Cajlle. 
Enter King, Queen, and Attendant t\ 

ROSIKCRANTZ, and GUI LDE N STE RN. 

Kin. Welcome, dear RosincranlK, and Quildenftern! 
Moreover that we much did long to fee you, 
The need, we have to use you, did provoke 
O.ur hafty fending. Something have you heard 
Of Hamlet's transformation; fo I call it, 
Sith nor the exterior nor the inward man 
Resembles that it was: What it fhould be. 
More than his father's death, that thus hath put him 
So much from the underltanding of himfelf, 
I cannot dream of: I entreat you both, 
That, being of fo young days brought up with him; 
And, fince, fo neighbour'd to his youth, and humour,"" 
Tiiat you vouchfafe your reft here in our court 



38 Hamlet. 

Some little time : fo by your companies 
To draw him on to pleasures; and to gather, 
So much as from occasion you may glean, 
Whether ought, to us unknown, afflifts him thus. 
That, open'd, lies within our remedy. 

)ue. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of yo| 
And, fure I am, two men there are not living, 
To whom he more adheres. If it will please you, 
To {hew us fo much gentry, and good will, 
As to expend your time uith us a while, 
For the fupply and profit of our hope, 
Your visitation (hall receive fuch thanks 
As fits a king's remembrance. 

Ros. Both your majeilies 

Might, by the fovereign power you have of us, 
Put your dread pleasures moie into command 
Than to entreaty. 

GUI. But we both obey ; 
And here give up ourfelves, in the full bent, 
To lay our fervice freely at your feet, 
To be commanded. 

Kin. Thanks, Rcsincrantz, and gentle Guihienfltrn. 

Que. Thanks, Guildeiiftern, and gentle Ronncranfz: 
And I befeech you inftantly to visit 

My too-much-changed fon Go, fome of you, 

And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. 

GUI. Heavens make our presence, and our pradicei, 
Pleasant, and helpful, to him ! 

Que. Ay, amen! 

[Exeunt Ros. and GUI. Attendant i <wiib them. 
Enter POLONIUS. 

Poi. The embafladors from Kornvay, my good lord,* 



Hamlet. 39 

Are joyfally return \1. 

Kin. Thou ftill haft been the father of good news. 

POL. Have I, my lord : Aflure you, my good liege, 
I hold my duty, as I hold my foul, 
Both to my God and to my gracious king: 
And J do think, (or elfe this brain of mine 
Hunts not the trail of policy fo fure 
As it hath us'd to do) that [ have found 
The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. 

Kin. O, fpeak of that; that do I long to hear. 

POL. Give firft admittance to the embafladors; 
My news fhall be the fruit to that great feaft. 

Kin. Thyfelf do grace to them, and bring them in. 

[*// POLONIUS. 

He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found 
The head and fource of all your fon's diftemper. 

Que. I doubt, it is no other but the main ; 
His father's death, and our o'er-hafty marriage. 
Re-enter POLONIUS, ivitb VOLTIMAND, 
and Cornelius. 

Kin. Well, we mall fift him._Welcome, my good 

friends ! 
Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway? 

VOL. Moft fair return of greetings, and desires. 
Upon our firft, he fent out to fuppreis 
His nephew's levies ; which to him appeared 
To be a preparation 'gainft the Polack\ 
But, better look'd into, he truly found 
It was againft your highnefs: Whereat griev'd, 
That fo his ficknefs, age, ani impotence, 
Was falfely born in hand, fends out arrefts 
On Fortinbrcn; which he, in brief, obeys; 



40 Hamlet. 

Receives rebuke from Norway ; and, in fine. 
Makes vow before his uncle, never more 
To give the aflay of arms againft your majefty. 
Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, 
Gives him three thousand crowns in annual feej 
And his commiflion, to employ those foldiers, 
So levy'd as before, againft the Polack: 
With an entreaty, herein ^further fhown, 
That it might please you to give quiet pafs 
Through your dominions for this enterprize; 
On fuch regards of fafety, and allowance, 
As therein are fet down. 

Air*. It likes us well ; 

And, at our more confider'd time, we'll read, 
Anfwer, and think upon this businefs. 
Mean time, we thank you for your well-took labour; 
Go to your reft; at night we'll feaft together: 
Moft welcome home! [Exeunt VOL. and Cor., 

POL. This businefs is well ended. 
My liege, and madam, to expoftulate 
What majefty mould be, what duty is, 
Why day is day, night night, and time is time, 
Were nothing but to wafte night, day, and time. 
Therefore, fmce brevity is the foul of wit, 
And tedioufnefs the limbs and outward flourilhes,""* 
1 will be brief: Your noble fon is mad: 
Mad call ] it; for, to define true madnefs, 
What is't, but to be nothing elfe but mad: 
But let that go. 

%ue. More matter, with Icfs art. 

fez. Madam, 1 fwear, I use no art at all. 
That h is mad, is true: 'tis true, 'tis pity, j 

3* mad 'tis true. 



Hamlet. 41 

And pity 'tis, 'tis true: a foolifti figure; 

But farewel it, for I will use no art. 

Mad let us grant him then : and now remains, 

That we find out the cause of this effeft; 

Or, rather fay, the cause of this defeft ; 

For this effeft, defective, comes by cause : 

Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. 

Perpend. 

I have a daughter ; have, while {he is mine; 

Who, in her duty and obedience, mark, 

Hath given me ~f" this: Now gather, and furmise. 

?o the celt/Hal, and, my foul's fait idol t 
The moft beatify* d Ophelia, 
That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; tfjat beatify d 
Is a vile phrase: But you lhall hear; 
These in her excellent 'white bosom, these. 
t$ue. Came this from Hamlet to her.' 
POL. Good madam, flay a while; I will be faithful.-, 
Doubt thou, the ftars are fire ; 

Doubt, that the fun doth mow, 
Doubt truth to be a Her ; 

But never doubt, I love. 

O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers', I have not art 
to reckon my groant : but that I love thee beft, o moft beft t 
believe it. Adieu. Thine evermore, moft dear lady, 

whiljl this machine is to him 

Hamlet. 

This, in obedience, hath my daughter fhown me : 
And, more above, hath his follicitings, 
As they fell out by time, by means, and place^ 
AH given to mine ear. 
Kin. But how hath (he 

IJ & '4 bctlttijuj 



42. Hamlet. 

Receiv'dhis love? 

Pot. What do you think of me? 

Kin. As of a man faithful and honourable. [ink, 

POL. I would fain prove fo. But what might you th- 
When I had feen this hot love on the wing, 
(As I perceiv'd it, I muft tell you that, 
Before my daughter told me) what might you, 
Or my dear majefty your queen here, think, 
If I had play'd the defk, or table-hook; 
Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb; 
Or look'd upon this love with idle fight, 
What might you think? no, I went round to work, 
And my young mijtrefs thus I did befpeak; 
Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy j'phere ; 
This mufi nut be: and then I prescripts gave her, 
That (he (hould lock herfelf from his resort, 
Admit no me/Tengers, receive no tokens. 
Which done, fhe took the fruits of my advice: 
And he, repulfed, (a fhort tale to make) 
Fell into a fadnefs; then into a faft; 
'Thence to a watching; thence into a \veaknefs; 
Thence to a lightnefs; and, by this declenfion, 
Into the madnefs wherein now he raves, 
And all we wail for. 

Kin. Do you think, 'tis this? 

>ue. It may be, very likely. 

POL. Hath there been fuch a time, (I'd fain know 

that) 

That I have positively faid, 'Tit fo, 
When it prov'd otherwise? 

Kin. Not that I know. 

POL. Takc~["this from"]" this, if this be otherwise; 



Hamlet. 43 

Jfcircum (lances lead me, I will find 

Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed 

Within the center. 

Kin. How may we try it further? 

POL. You know, fometimes he walks for hours to- 
gether 
Here in the lobby. 

<%ue. So he does, indeed. 

POL. At fuch a time I'll loofe my daughter to him: 
Be you and 1 behind an arras then ; 
Mark the encounter: if he love her not, 
And be not from his reason fall'n thereon, 
Let me be no afliftant for a ftate, 
But keep a farm, and carters. 

Kin. We will try it. 

Enter HA Mt-ET, nvltb a Book in bit Hand. 

Que. But, look, where fadly the poor wretch comes 
reading. 

POL. Away, I do befeech you, both away; 

.I'll board him presently: O, give me leave , 

[Exeunt King, Queen, and -Train. 
How does my good lord Hamlet? 

HAM. Well, god-'a-mercy. 

POL. Do you know me, my lord? 

HAM. Excellent well; 
You are a fifhmonger. 

POL. Not I, my lord. 

HAM. Then I would you were fo honeft a man. 

POL. Honeft, my lord? 

HAM. Ay, fir; to be honeft, as this world goes, is to 
be one man pick'd out often thousand. 

POL. That's very true, my lord. 

5 walkes foure houres 



44 Hamlet. 

HAM. For if the fun breed maggots in a dead dogi 
being a God kiffing carrion, ~ Have you a daughter? 

POL. 1 have, my lord. 

HA M. Let her not walk i' the fun: conception is a 
bleffing; but not as your daughter may conceive : friend, 
look to't. 

POL. " How fay you by that? frill harping on my*' 
" daughter: Yet he knew me not at firft; he faid, I" 
" was a fifhmonger: He is far gone, far gone: and," 
" truly, in my youth I fuffer'd much extremity for" 
" love; very near this. I'll fpeak to him again. "_What 
do you read, my lord? 

HAM. Words, words, words. 

POL. What is the matter, my lord? 

HAM. Between who? 

POL. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. 

HAM. Slanders, fir: for the fatyrical rogue fays here, 
that old men have grey beards; that their faces are 
wrinkl'd; their eyes purging thick amber, and plum- 
tree gum ; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, to- 
gether with molt weak hams: All which, fir, though [ 
moil powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not 
honefty to have it thus fet down ; for yourfelf, fir, (hall 
grow old as I am, if like a crab you could go back- 
ward. 

POL. " Though this be madnefs, yet there is me-^ 
thod in't."_Will you walk out of the air, my lord? 

HAM.. Into my grave? 

POL. Indeed, that is out of the air " How preg-' 1 

" nant, fometimes, his replies are! a happinefs that of-'* 
*' ten madnefs hits on, which reason and fanity could 1 ' 
" not fo profperoully be deliver'd of. I will leave hii?;'' 

- a goad 



Hamlet. 45 

and fuddenly contrive the means of meeting between" 
' him and my daughter." My lord, I will take my 
leave of you. 

HAM. You cannot, fir, take from me any thing that I 
will more willingly part withal; except my life, except 
my life, except my life. 

POL. Fare you well, my lord. 

HJM . These tedious old fools! 



. 

POL. You go to feek the lord Hamlet; there he is. 

Ros. God fave you, fir! [Exit POLONIUS. 

GUI. My honour'd lord, 

Ros. My mod dear lord, 

HAM. My excellent good friends! How doft thoi>, 
Guildenjiern? Ah, Rosincrantz! Good lads, how do you 
both? 

Roy. As the indifferent children of the earth. 

GUI. Happy, in that we are not over-happy j ; 
On fortune's cap we are not the very button. 

HAM. Nor the foals of her (hoe ? 

Ros. Neither, my lord. 

HAM . Then you live about her wade, or in the mid- 
dle of her favours? 

Gut. 'Faith, her privates we. 

HAM. In the fecret parts of fortune? o, mod true; flie 
is a ftrumpet. What news ? 

Ros. None, my lord; but that the world's grown 
honeft. 

HAM. Then is dooms-day near: But your news is not 
true. Let me queftion more in particular: What have 
you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune, 
that fhe fends you ta prison hither: 



46 Hamlet; 

GUI. Prison, my lord! 

HAM. Denmark's a prison. 

Ros. Then is the world one. 

HAM. A goodly one; in which there are many cdri- 
fines, wards, and dungeons; Denmark being one of the 
worft. 

Ros. We think not fo, my lord. 

HAM. Why, then 'tis none to you ; for there is no- 
thing either good or bad, but thinking makes it fo: to 
me it is a prison. 

Ros. Why, then your ambition makes it one ; 'tis too 
narrow for your mind. 

HAM. O God, I could be bounded in a nut fhell, and 
count myfelf a king of infinite fpace; were it not that I 
have bad dreams. 

GUI. Which dreams, indeed, are ambition: for the 
very fubftance of the ambitions is meerly the ihadow of 
a dream. 

HAM. A dream itfelf is but a fhadow. 

Ros. Truly, and I hold ambition of fo airy and light 
a quality, that it is but a fhadow's fhadow. 

HAM. Then are our beggars, bodies; and our mon- 
archs, and out-ftretch'd heroes, the beggars' fhadows :' 
Shall we to the court? for, by my fey, I cannot reason. 

Ros. GUI. We'll wait upon you. 

HAM. No fuch matter: 1 will not fort you with the 
reft of my fervants ; for, to fpeak to you like an honeft 
man, I am moft dreadfully attended. But, in the beaten 
way of friendfhip, what make you at Eljinour? 

Ros. To visit you, my lord; no other occasion. 

HAM. Beggar that I am; I am even poor in thanks: 
but I thank you: and, fure> dear friends, my thanks arc 



Hamlet. 47 

too dear at a halfpenny. Were you not fent for? Is it 
your own inclining? Is it a free visitation: Come, deal 
juftly with me: come, come; nay, fpeak. 

GUI, What fhould we fay, my lord ? 

HAM. Any thing; but to the purpose. You were fent 
for; and there is a kind of confeffion in your looks, 
which your modefties have not craft enough to colour : 
I know, the good king and queen have fent for you. 

Ros. To what end, my lord ? 

HAM. That you muft teach me. But let me conjure 
you, by the rights of our fellowmip, by the confonancy 
of our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved 
love, and by what more dear a better proposer could 
chaige you withal, be even and direct with me, whether 
you were fent for, or no? 

Ros. What fay you? [to GOT. 

HAM. Nay, then I have an eye of you;_if you lore 
me, hold not off. 

GUI. My lord, we were fent for. 

HAM. I will tell you why; fo (hall my anticipation 
prevent your difcovery, and your fecrecy to the king and 
queen moult no feather. 1 have of late, (but, wherefore, 
1 know not) loft all my mirth, foregone all cuftom of ex- 
ercises: and, indeed, it goes fo heavily with my difpo- 
sition, that this goodly frame, the earth, feems to me a 
Iteril promontory ; this moft excellent canopy, the air, 
look you, this brave o'er-hanging firmament, this ma- 
jeftical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no 
other thing to me, than a foul and peftilent congrega- 
tion of vapours. What a piece of work is a man ! How- 
noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form, and 
moving, how exprefs and admirable ! in adion, how like 



48 Hamlet. 

an angel! in apprehenfion, how like a god! the beauty 
of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, 
what is this quinteflence of duitr man delights not me, 
nor woman neither; though, by your fmiling, you feem 
to fay fo. 

Ros. My lord, there was no fuch icuffin my thought?. 

HAM. Why did you laugh then, when I {aid, Man de- 
light i not me? 

Ros. To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, 
what lenten entertainment the players (hall receive from 
you : we 'cofted them on the way ; and hither are they 
coming, to offer you fervice. 

HAM. He, that plays the king, {hall be welcome; his 1 
rnajefty fhall have tribute of me : the advent'rous knight 
fhall use his foyl, and target: the lover (hall not figh 
gratis; the humorous man fhall end his part in peace: 
the clown (hall make those laugh, whose lungs are 
tickl'd o' the fere; and the lady (hall fay her mind free- 
ly, or the blank verfe (hall halt for't. What players are 
they ? 

Ros. Even those you were wbnt to take delight in, 
the tragedians of the city. 

HAM. How chances it, they travel? their residence, 
both in reputation and profit, was better both ways. 

Ros. I think, their inhibition comes by the means 
of the late innovation. 

HAM. Do they hold the fame eflimation, they did 
when I was in the city? Are they fo follow'd? 

Ros. No, indeed, are they not. 

HAM. How comes it? Do they grow rufty ? 

Ros, Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: 
But there is, fir, an aiery of children, little eyafes, that 

i' we ccted 



Hamlet. 4<J 

try out on the top of the queftion, and are moft tyran- 
nically clap'd for't: these are now the faftrion; and fo 
berattle the common ftages, (fo they call them) that ma- 
ny, wearing rapiers, are afraid of goofe-quills, and dare 
fcarce come thither. 

HAM. What, are they children? Who maintains them? 
how are they efcoted ? Will they purfue the quality no 
longer than they can fing? will they not fay afterwards, 
if they mould grow themfelves to common players, (as 
it is like, moft, if their means are not better) their wri- 
ters do them wrong, to make them exclaim againft their 
own fucceffion ? 

^os. 'Faith, there has been much to do on both fides; 
and the nation holds it no fin, to tarre them to contro- 
verfy : There was, for a while* no money bid for argu- 
ment, unlefs the poet and the player went to cuffs in 
the queftion. 

HAM. Is't poffible ? 

GUI. O, there has been much throwing about of 
brains. 

HAM. Do the boys carry it away? 

Ros. Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules, and his 
load too. 

HAM. It is not very firange: for my uncle is king of 
Denmark; and those, that would make mouths at him 
while my father liv'd, give twenty, forty, fifty, a hun- 
dred ducats a-piece, for his picture in little. 'Sblood, 
there is fomething in this more than natural, if philo- 
fophy could find it out. \FlouriJb of Trumpets within. 

Gur. There are the players. 

HAM. Gentlemen, you are welcome to El/tnour. Your 
hands, come ; The appurtenance of welcome is faftiion 

VOL, X. L 



co Hamlef. 

and ceremony: let me comply with you in the garb; left 
my extent to the players, which, I tell you, muft {hew 
fairly outward, fhould more appear like entertainment 
than yours. You are welcome: but my uncle-father, and 
aunt-mother, are deceiv'd. 

GUI. In what, my dear lord ? 

HAM. I am but mad north-north-weft: when the wind 
is foutherly, I know a hawk from a hernmaw. 
Enter POL ONI us. 

POL. Well be with you, gentlemen! 

HAM. Hark yo\i,Guildenftern; and you too; at each 

ear a hearer : That great baby, you fee there, is not yet 
out of his fwadling clouts. 

Ros. Hapily, he is the fecond time come to them : 
for, they fay, an old man is twice a child. 

HAM. I will prophefy : he comes to tell me of the 
players; mark it:_You fay right, fir: o' monday morn- 
ing; 'twas then, indeed. 

POL. My lord, I have news to tell you. 

HAM. My lord, I have news to tell you. When Rofciut 
was an a&or in Rome, 

POL. The aftors are come hither, my lord. 

HAM. Buz, buz! 

POL. Upon my honour. 

HAM. Then came each afior on bis afs, 

POL. The beft aclors in the world, either for trage- 
dy, comedy, hiftory, paftoral, paftoral-comical, hiftori- 
eal-paftoral, fcene undividable, or poem unlimited. Se- 
neca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light : For the 
law of writ, and the liberty, these are the only men. 

HAM..O Jephtha, judge of Israel, what a treasure 
had ft thou! 



Hamlet. 5 1 

POL. What a treasure had he, my lord? 

HAM. Why, One fair daughter, ana 1 no more, 
The ivhich he loved pajjing well. 

POL. " Still on my daughter." 

HAM. Am I not i' the right, old Jephtha? 

POL. If you call mejepbtba, my lord, I have a daugh- 
ter, that I love paffing well. 

HAM. Nay, that follows not. 

POL. What follows then, my lord? 

HAM. Why, as By lot, God wot, and then, you know, 
// came to pafs, As moft like it 'was, The firft row of the 
pont-chanfons will fhow you more; for, look, where my 
abridgement comes. 

Enter certain Players, ujherd. 
You are welcome, matters; welcome, all:_I am glad 

to fee thee well: welcome, good friends O, old friend ! 

Why, thy face is valanc'd fince I faw thee laft ; Com'ft 
thou to beard me in Denmark /L_What, my young lady 
and miftrefs ! By-'r-lady, your ladifhip is nearer to hea- 
ven, than when I faw you laft, by the altitude of a cho- 
pine. Pray God, your voice, like a piece of uncurrent 
gold, be not crack d within the ring Mafters, you are 
all welcome. We'll e'en to't like French falconers, fly at 
any thing we fee: We'll have a fpeech ftraight: come, 
give us a tafte of your quality; come, a paffionate fpeech. 

i. P. What fpeech, my good lord? 

HAM. I heard thee fpeak me a fpeech once,~ "but it 
was never afted; or, if it was, not above once: for the 
play, I remember, pleas'd not the million; 'twas caviare 
to the general : but it was (as [ receiv'd it, and others, 
whose judgments, in fuch matters, cried in the top of 
mine) an excellent play ; well digefled in the fcenes, fet 

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52 Hamlet, 

down with as much modefty as cunning. I remember^ 
one faid, there were no falts in the lines, to make the 
matter favoury; nor no matter in the phrase, that might 
indite the author of affeftioa : but call'd it, an honeft 
method; as wholefome as fweet, and by very much more 
handfome than fine. One fpeech in it I chiefly lov'd : 
'twas Eneas' talk to Dido; and thereabout of it efpeci- 
ally, where he fpeaks of Priam's {laughter: If it live in 
your memory, begin at this line ; Let me fee, let me fee; 

The rogjW Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beaft, 
'tis not fo; it begins with Pyrrhus: 

The rugged Pyrrhus, he, whose fable arms, 

Black as his purpose, did the night resemble 

When he lay couched in the ominous horfe, 

Math noiv this dread and black complexion fmear' d 

With heraldry more dismal', head to foot 

No<w is he total gules i horridly trick 1 d 

With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, fans ; 

BaKd and impafted <vaitb the parching greets, 

That lend a tyrannous and a damned light 

To their lords' murther : Roafted in 'wrath, andfirt) 

dnd thus o'er-Jized 'with coagulate gore, 

With eyes like carbuncles, the hellijh Pyrrhus 

Old grand-Jire Yriam/eeAs: So, proceed you. 

POL. 'Fore God, my lord, well fpoken; with good 
accent, and good difcretion. 
1 . P. Anon hejinds him, 

Striking too Jhort at Greeks; his antique fword t 
Rebellious to his arm, lies 'where it falls, 
Rtpugitant to command : Unequal matched, 
Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage,ftrikes wide^ 
But with the whiff and nuind of his fell fiuord- 

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Hamlet. 53 

The unnerved father falls. T hen fenfelefs Ilium, 

Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top 

Stoops to his baft ; and with a hideous crafh 

Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear : for, lo, hisf*word t 

Which was declining on the milky bead 

Of reverend Priam, Jeemd i' the air to flick: 

So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhusy?W; 

And, like a neutral to his will and matter t 

Did nothing. 

But, as we often fee, againfl fame florm, 

Afelence in the heavens, the rack ftand flill, 

T'ht bold winds fpeecblefs, and the orb below 

As hujh as death : anon, the dreadful thunder 

Doth rend the region: So, after Pyrrhus' pause, 

A roused vengeance fets him new a 1 work: 

And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall 

On Mars' s armour, forgd for proof tterne, 

With lefs remorfe than Pyrrhus* bleeding fivord 

Now falls on Priam. _ 

Out, out, thouflrump-t, fortune ! All you godt, 

In general fy nod, take away her fewer ; 

Break all the fpokes and fellies from her wheel, 

And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven, 

As low as to the fiends ! 

POL. This is too long. 

HAM. It mall to the barber's, with your beard Pr'y- 

thee, fay on ; He's for a jig, or a tale of bawdry, or he 

Bleeps: fay on; come to Hecuba. 

I. P. But who, a woe! had Jeen the ennobVd quesn, 

HAM. The ennobl'd queen ! 

POL. That's good; ennobl'd queen is good. 

l . P. Run batefoot up and down, threatening the flames 

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54 Hamlet. 

With bij/on rheum', a clout upon that head 

Where late the diadem flood; and, for a robe. 

About her lank and all e'er-teemed loins 

A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up ; 

Who this had feen, with tongue in iienom fteep'd', 

'Gain/I fortune's ft ate would treason ha<ve pronoun? d: 

Sut if the gods tbemfel*ves did fee her then, 

When Jhe faiv Pyrrhus make malicious /port 

In mincing 'with his fnuord her husband's limbs', 

'The inftant burft of clamour that Jhe made, 

(Unlejs. things mortal moire them not at all) 

Would ba<ue made n\ilch the burning eyes of heaven, 

And pajfioyed the gods, 

POL . Look, whe'r he has not turn'd his colour, aad 

has tears in's eyes. Pr'ythee, no more. 

HAM, 'Tis well; I'll have thee fpeak out the reft of 
this foon Good my lord, will you fee the players well 
beftow'd? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they 
are the abftraft, and brief chronicles, of the time : After 
your death you were better have a bad epitaph, than 
their ill report while you live. 

POL. My lord, I will use them according to their 
desert. 

HAM. GodVbodikin, man, much better: Use every 
man after his desert, and who fhall 'fcape whipping ? 
Use them after your own honour and dignity: the lefs 
they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take 
them in. 

POL. Come, firs. 

HAM. Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-mor- 
row. _Doft thou hear me, old friend; can you play the 
of Gonzago? 

*3 pafiion in the 



Hamlet. 55 

I. P. Ay, my lord. 

HAM. We'll ka't to-morrow night. You could, for a 
need, ftudy a fpeech of fome dozen lines, or fixteea 
lines, which I would fet down, and infert in'ti 1 could 
you not? 

i. P. Ay, my lord. 

r* HAM. Very well. Follow that lord; and look you mock 
him not [Exeunt POLONIUS, and Players.] My good 
friends, I'll leave you 'till night: you are welcome to 
Elfinour. 

Ros. Good, my lord. [Exeunt Ros. andGvi. 

HAM. Ay, fo, God be wi'you: Now I am alone. 
O, wiiat a rogue and peasant flave am I! 
Is it not monftrous, that this player here, 
But in a fidion, in a dream of paflion, 
Could force his foul fo to his own conceit, 
That, from her working, all his visage wan'd; 
Tears in his eyes, diftra&ion in his afpeft, 
A broken voice, and his whole function fuiting 
Wkh forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! 
"For Hecuia! 

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, 
That he fhould weep for her? What would he do, 
Had he the motive and the cue for paffion, 
That I have? He would drown the ftage with tears, 
And cleave the general ear with horrid fpeech; 
Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, 
Confound the ignorant ; and amaze, indeed, 
The very faculties of eyes and ears. 
Yet I, 

A dull and muddy-mettl'd rafcal, peak, 
Like Jobn-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, 

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56 Hamlet. 

And can fay nothing; no, not for a king, 

Upon whose property, and moft dear life, 

A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? 

Who calls me villain? breaks my pate acrofs? 

Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? 

Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, 

As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? 

Ha! Why, I mould take it : for it cannot be, 

But I am pigeon -liver'd, and lack gall 

To make oppreffion bitter; or, ere this, 

I fhould have fatted all the region kites 

With this flave's offal : Bloody, bawdy villain! 

Remorfelefs, treacherous, lecherous, kindlefs villain! 

Why, what an afs am I? This is moil brave; 

That I, the fon of a dear father murther'd, 

Prompted to my revenge by heaven, and hell, 

Muft, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, 

And fall a curling, like a very drab, 

A fcullion ! 

Fie upon't ! foh ! About, my brains. Hum! I have heard, 

That guilty creatures, fitting at a play, 

Have by the very cunning of the fcene 

Been ftrook fo to the foul, that presently 

They have proclaim'd their malefaftions: 

For murther, though it have no tongue, will (peak 

With moft miraculous organ. I'll have these players 

Play fomething like the murther of my father, 

Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks; 

I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench, 

1 know my courfe. The fpirit, that I have feen, 

May be a devil : and the devil hath power 

To aflume a pleasing fhape ; yea, and, perhaps, 



Hamlet. jjy 

Out of my weaknefs, and my melancholy, 
(As he is very potent with fuch fpirits) 
Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds 
More relative than this; The play's the thing, 
Wherein I'll catch the confcience of the king. [Exit.- 

AC nil. 

SCENE I. The fame. Another Room in the fame. 
Enter King, Queen, POLONIUS, OPHELIA; 

ROSINCRANTZ, and GuiLDENSTERN. 

Kin. And can you by no drift of conference 
Get from him, why he puts on this confusion; 
Grating fo harfhly all his days of quiet 
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? 

Ros. He does confefs, he feels himfelf diftrafled; 
But from what cause he will by no means fpeak. 

GUI. Nor do we find him forward to be founded; 
But, with a crafty madnefs, keeps aloof, 
When we would bring him on to fome confeffion 
Of his true ftate. 

>ue. Did he receive you well? 

Ros. Moft like a gentleman. 

GUI. But with much forcing of his difposition. 

Ros. Niggard of queftion; but, of our demands, 
Moft free in his reply. 

Que. Did you aflay him 
To any paftime? 

Ros. Madam, it fo fell out, that certain players 
We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him; 
And there did feem in him a kind of joy 



$8 Hamlet. 

To hear of it; They are about the court; 
And, as I think, they have already order 
This night to play before him. 

POL. 'Tis moft true: 

Afld he befeech'd me to entreat your majeflies, 
To hear and fee the matter. 

Kin. With all my heart; 

And it doth much content me, to hear him fo inclin'd._ 
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, 
And drive his purpose on to these delights. 

Ros. We fliall, my lord. [Exeunt Ros. and GUI. 

Kin. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too : 
For we have clofely fent for Hamlet hither; 
That he, as 'twere by accident, may here 
Affront Ophelia: Her father, and myfelf, 
Will fo beftow ourfelves, that, feeing, unfeen, 
We may of their encounter frankly judge; 
And gather by him, as he is behav'd, 
If't be the affliction of his love, or no, 
That thus he fuffers for. 

>ue, I (hall obey you: 

And, for my part, Ophelia, I do wifh, 

That your good beauties be the happy cause 

Of Hamlefs wildnefs; fo mail I hope, your virtues 

Will bring him to his wonted way again, 

To both your honours. 

OP a. Madam, I with it may. [Exit Queen. 

POL. Ophelia, walk you here :_ Gracious, fo please 

you, 

We will beftow ourfelves:_read on this^book; 
That fhow of fuch an exercise may colour 
Your lonelinefs. ~.We are ofc to blame in this,- 



Hamlet. 59 

'Tis too much prov'd, that, with devotion's visage, 
And pious action, we do fugar o'er 
The devil himfelf. 

Kiit. " O, 'tis too true! how fmart" 
' A lafli that fpeech doth give my confcience!" 
' The harlot's cheek, beauty'd with plaft'ring art," 
; Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it," 
' Than is my deed to my moft painted word :'* 
' O heavy burthen!" 
POL. I hear him coming; let's withdraw, my lord. 

[Exeunt King, and POLONIUS. 
Enter HAMLET. 

HJ.M. To be, or, not to be, that is the queftion: 
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to fuffer 
The flings and arrows of outragious fortune; 
Or to take arms againft a fea of troubles, 
And, by opposing, end them. To die; to fleep; 
No more ? and, by a fleep, to fay we end 
The heart-ach, and the thousand natural fhocks 
That flefh is heir to, 'tis a confummation, 
Devoutly to be wifli'd. To die; to fleep; 
To fleep! perchance, to dream; Ay, there's the rub; 
For in that fleep of death what dreams may come. 
When we have fhufrl'd off this mortal coil, 
Mutt give us pause: There's the refpedt, 
That makes calamity of fo long life : 
For who would bear the whips and fcorns of time, 
The oppreflbr's wrong, the proud man's contumely, 
The pangs of defpis'd love, the law's delay, 
The infolence of office, and the fpurns 
That patient merit of the unworthy takes, 
himfelf might his quietus make 



6a Hamlet. 

With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, 
To groan and fweat under a weary life; 
But that the dread of fomething after death 
The undifcover'd country, from whose bourn 
No traveller returns puzzles the will; 
And makes us rather bear those ills we have, 
Than fly to others that we know not of? 
Thus confcience does make cowards of us all : 
And thus the native hue of resolution 
Is fickly'd o'er with the pale caft of thought; 
And enterprizes of great pith and moment, 
With this regard, their currents turn away, 
And lose the name of action. Soft you now; 
The fair O/^//:_Nymph, in thy orisons 
Be all my fins remember'd. 

OPH. Good my lord, 

How does your honour for this many a day? 
ff^M. I numbly thank you; well. 
OP a. My lord, I have remembrances of yours, 
That I have longed long to redeliver; 
I pray you now, receive^" them. 

HAM. No, not I; 
I never gave you ought. 

OPH. My honour'd lord, you know right well, you 

did; 

And, with them, words of fo fweet breath compos'd 
As made the things more rich: their perfume loft, 
Take these again ; for to the noble mind 
Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind. 
There,"]" my lord. 

HJM. Ha, ha! are you honeft? 
OPU. My lord? 

~ grunt and 



Hamlet. fft 

. Are you fair? 

OPS. What means your lord/hip? 

HAM. That, if you be honeft, and fair, your honefty 
fhould admit no difcourfe to your beanty. 

Op a. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce 
than with honefty? 

HAM. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will fooner 
tranfform honefty from what it is to a bawd, than the 
force of honefty can tranflate beauty into it's likenefs: 
this was fome time a paradox, but now the time gives 
it proof. I did love you on?e. 

OPH. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe fo. 

HJM.YOVL mould not have believ'd me: for virtue 
cannot fo inoculate our old ftock, but we (hall relilh of 
it: I lov'd you not. 

OPH. 1 was the more deceived. 

HAM. Get thee to a nunnery; Why would'ft thou be 
a breeder of finners? I am myfelf indifferent honeft; but 
yet I could accuse me of fuch things, that it were bet- 
ter, my mother had not born me: I am very proud, re- 
vengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, 
than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to 
give them fliape, or time to aft them in : What mould 
fuch fellows as I do crawling between earth and hea- 
ven ? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us: Go 
thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father? 

OPH. At home, my lord. 

HAM. Let the doors be (hut upon him ; that he may 
play the fool no where but in's own houfe. Farewel. 

OPH. O, help him, you fvveet heavens! 

HAM. If thou doft marry, I'll give thee this plague 
for thy dowry; Be thou as chad as ice, as pure as fnow, 

9 into his likenes 



* Hamlet, 

thou (halt not efcape calumny. Get thee to a nun- 
nery: farewel. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a 
fool; for wise men know well enough, what monfters 
you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly toe: 
Farewel. 

OPH. Heavenly powers, reftore him! 

HAM. I have heard of your paintings too well enough; 
God hath given you one face, and you make yourfelves 
another: you jig, you amble, and yeu lifp, and nick- 
name God s creatures, and make your wantonnefs your 
ignorance: Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me 
mad. I fay, we will have no more marriages: those that 
are marry'd already, all but one, fhall live; the reft fhall 
keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. \Exit HAMLET. 

OFH . O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! 
The courtier's, foldier's, fcholar's, eye, tongue, fword ; 
The expectancy and rose of the fair ftate, 
The glafs of fafhion, and the mold of form, 
The observ'd of all observers, quite, quite down ! 
And I, of ladies moft dejeft and wretched, 
That fuck'd the honey of his musick vows, 
JVovv fee that noble and moft fovereign reason, 
Like fweet bells jangl'd, out of tune and harfh; 
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth, 
Blafted with extafy: O, woe is me, 
To have feen what I have feen, fee what I fee ! 
Re-enter King, andPoLOKivs. 

Kin. Love ! his affedtions do not that way tend; 
Nor what he fpake, though it lack'd form a little, 
Was not like madnefs. There's fomething in his foul, 
O'er which his melancholy fits on brood; 
And, I do doubt, the hatch, and the difclose, 



Hamlet. 63 

Will be fome danger : Which for to prevent, 

1 have, in quick determination, 

Thus fet it down; He (hall with fpeed to England, 

For the demand of our neglefted tribute: 

Haply, the Teas, and countries different, 

With variable objedls, {hall expel 

This fomething fettl'd matter in his heart; 

Whereon his brains (till beating, puts him thus 

From faftiion of himfelf. What think you on't? 

POL. It (hall do well: But yet do I believe, 
The origin and commencement of his grief 

Sprung from neglefted love How now, Ophelia? 

You need not tell us, what lord Hamlet faid; 
We heard it all. _ My lord, do as you please; 
But, if you hold it fit, after the play, 
Let his queen mother all alone intreat him 
To fhow his grief; let her be round with him; 
And I'll be plac'd, fo please you, in the ear 
Of all their conference: If me find him not, 
To England fend him ; or confine him, where 
Your wisdom beft (hall think. 

Kin. It (hall be fo: 
Madnefs in great ones muft not umvatcli'd go. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. The fame. A Hall in the fame, 
filed as for a Play. Enter HAMLET, and fome of the 

Players. 

HAM. Speak the fpeech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd 
it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth 
it, as many of our players do, I had as lieve the town- 
eryer fpoke my lines. Nor do not faw the air too much 
with your hand, thus ; but use all gently: for in the very 



64 Hamlet 

torrent, tempeit, and, as I may fay, whirlwind of your 
paffion, you muft acquire and beget a temperance, that 
may give it fmoothnefs. O, it offends me to the foul, to 
hear a robuftious periwig-pated fellow tear a paffion to 
tatters, to very rags, to fplit the ears of the groundlings; 
who, for the molt part, are capable of nothing, but in- 
explicable dumb (hows, and noise: I would have fuch a 
fellow whip'd for o'er-doing Termagant; it out-herods 
Herod: Pray you, avoid it. 

I. P. I warrant your honour. 

HAM. Be not too tame neither, but let your own dif- 
cretion be your tutor: fute the adtion to the word, the 
word to the aftion; with this fpecial observance, that 
you o'er-ftep not the modefty of nature: For any thing 
fo o'er-done is from the purpose of playing, Whose end, 
both at the firft, and now, was, and is, to hold, as 'twere, 
the mirrour up to nature; to mew virtue her feature, 
fcorn her own image, and the very age and body of the 
time his form and preffure: Now this, over-done, or 
come tardy off, though it makes the unlkillful laugh, 
cannot but make the judicious grieve; the cenfure of 
which one muft, in your allowance, o'er-weigh a whole 
theatre of others. O, there be players, that I have feen 
play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not 
to {peak it prophanely, that, neither having the accent 
of chriftians, nor the gait of chriitian, pagan, nor man, 
have fo ftrutted, and bellow'd, that I have thought, 
fome of nature's journeymen had made men, and not 
made them well, they imitated humanity fo abomi- 
nably. 

i. P. I hope, \ve have reform 'd that indifferently 
with us. 



Hamlet; 6$ 

HAM. O, reform it altogether. And let those, that play 
^our clowns, fpeak no more than is fet down for them: 
For there be of them, that will themfelves laugh* to fet 
on forne quantity of barren fpeftators to laugh too; 
though, in the mean time, fome neceflary queftion of 
the play be then to be confider'd: that's villanous; and 
fhews a moft pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. 
Go make you ready. _ [Exeunt Players. 

Enter POLONIUS, ROSINCRANTZ, and 

Guildenftern. 

How now, my lord? will the king hear this piece of 
work? 

POL. And the queen too, and that presently. 

HAM. Bid the players make hafte._ [Exit POL. 

Will you two help to haflen them ? 

Ros. Ay, my lord. [Exeunt Ros. and Gui. 

HAM. What, ho; Horatio! 

Enter HORATIO. 

HOR. Here, fvveet lord, at your fervice. 

HAM. Horatio, thou art e'en as juft a man 
As e'er my coriverfation cop'd withal. 

HOR. O, my dear lord, 

HAM. Nay, do not think I flatter: 
For what advancement may I hope from thee; 
That no revenue hail, but thy good fpirits, [ter'd? 
To feed, and cloath thee? Why mould the poor be flat- 
No, let the candy'd tongue lick abfurd pomp; 
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, 
Where thrift may follow fawning. Doll thou hear? 
Since my dear foul was miftrefs of her choice, 
And could of men diftinguiih, her election 
Hath feal'd thee for herfelf : for thou haft been 

VOL. X. M 



66 Hamlet. 

As one, in fuffering all, that fuffers nothing; 

A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards 

Haft ta'en with equal thanks: and bleft are those, 

Whose blood and judgment are fo well comingl'd, 

That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger 

To found what flop (he please: Give me that man 

That is not paffion's flave, and I will wear him 

Jn my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, 

As I do thee. Something too much of this. 

There is a play to-night before the king; 

One fcene of it comes near the circumftance, 

Which I have told thee, of my father's death. 

1 pr'ythee, when thou fee'ft that adl a-foot, 

Even with the very comment of thy foul 

Observe my uncle: if his occult guilt 

Do not itfelf unkennel in one fpeech, 

It is a damned ghoft that we have feen; 

And my imaginations are as foul 

As Vulcan's ftithy: Give him heedful note: 

For I mine eyes will rivet to his face; 

And, after, we will both our judgments join, 

In cenfure of his feeming. 

HOR. Well, my lord: 

If he fteal ought, the whilft this play is playing, 
And fcape detecting, I will pay the theft. 

HAM. They are coming to the play; I muft be idle: 
Get you a place. 

Danifh March. A Flourijb. 

Enter King, Queen, POLONIUS, OPHELIA; 

ROSINCRANTZ, Guildenftern, andOthers, attendant ? 

Guard> carrying Torches, preceding. 

Kin. How fares our cousin Hamlet? 

5 occulted guilt 



Hamlet. 67 

HAM. Excellent, i' faith; of the camelion's dim: I 
eat the air, promise-cram'd : You cannot feed capons 
fo. 

Kin. I have nothing with this anfvver, Hamlet ; these 
\vords are not mine. [pajs to their Seati. 

HAM. No, nor mine now, my lord You play'd once 
i' the univerfity, you fay ? 

POL . That did I, my lord ; and was accounted a good 
after. 

HAM. And what did you enaft? 

POL . I did ena& Julius C<csar : I was kill'd i' the ca- 
pitol ; Brutus kill'd me. 

HAM . It was a brute part of him, to kill fo capital a 
calf there. _Be the players ready? 

Ros. Ay, my lord; they flay upon your patience. 

Que. Come hither, my dear Hamlet, fit by me. 

HAM. No, good mother, here's metal more attractive. 
[/eating bimjelf at Ophelia'/ feet. 

POL. " O ho! do you mark that?" [to the King. 

HAM. Lady, mall I lie in your lap ? 

OPH. No, my lord. 

HAM. I mean, my head in your lap? 

OPH. Ay, my lord. 

HAM. Do you think, I meant country matters? 

OPH. I think nothing, my lord. 

HAM. That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs* 

OPH. What is, my lord? 

HAM. Nothing. 

OPH. You are merry, my lord. 

HAM. Who, I? 

OPH. Ay, my lord. 

HAM. O God, your only jig-maker. What mould a 

Ma 



* Hamlet. 

man do, but be merry ? for, look you, how cheerfully 
my mother looks, and my father dy'd within 's two 
hours. 

OPH. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord. 
HAM. So long? Nay, then let the devil wear black, 
for I'll have a fute of fables. O heavens ! die two months 
ago, and not forgotten yet ? Then there's hope, a great 
man's memory may out-live his life half a year: But, 
by-r-lady, he muft build churches then: or elfe fhall he 
fuffer not thinking on, with the hobby- horfe; whose epi- 
taph is, For, o,for, o, the hobby-horfe is forgot. 

Musick. Dumb Show. 

Enter a King, and a Queen, very lovingly ; the Queen 
embracing him, and he her:Jhe kneels, and makes Jhevj cf 
proteflation unto him ; be takes her up, and declines his 
head upon her neck : lays him down upon a bank of flow* 
ers ; /he, feeing him ajleep, leaves him. Anon, comes in an- 
cther man; takes off bis crown, kij/es it, pours poison in the 
Jleeper's ears, and leaves him. "Ike Queen returns', finds 
the King dead, and makes pajjionate aflion. The poisoner, 
with fame three or four mutes, comes in again ; Jeems to 
condole with her\ the dead body is carry 1 d away. T"he poi- 
soner woes the Queen with gifts', Jhe Jeems harjh a while, 
but, in the end, accepts love. [Exeunt. 

OPH . What means this, my lord ? 
HAM. Marry, this is munching Malicho; it means mif- 
chief. 

OPH. Belike, this mow imports the argument of the 
play. 

Enter Prologue. 

HAM. We fhall know by this fellow: the players ean- 
not keep counfel; they'll tell all. 



Hamlet: $9 

OP jr. Will he tell us what this (how meant? 

HAM. Ay, or any Ihow that you'll mow him: Be not 
you afham'd to (how, he'll not ihame to tell yoa what 
it means. 

OPS. You are naught, you are naught; I'll mark the 
play. 

* Pro. For us, and for our tragedy. 

Here Jioopivg to your clemency, 

We beg your hearing patiently . 
HJIM. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? 
OPH. 'Tis brief, my lord. 
HAM. As woman's love. 

Enter a Duke, and a Dutchefs. 

* Duk. Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round 

* Neptune's fait wa(h, and Telluf orbed ground; 

* And thirty dozen moons, with borrow'd fheen, 

* About the world have times twelve thirties been; 

* Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands, 

* Unite co-mutual in moft facred bands. 

* Dut. So many journies may the fun and moon 

* Make us again count o'er, ere love be done ! 

* But, woe is me, you are fo fick of late, 

* So far from cheer, and from your former ftate, 

* That I diitruft you. Yet, though I diftruft, 

* Difcomfort you, my lord, it nothing muft: 

* For women's fear and love hold quantity ; 

* In neither ought, or in extremity : 

* Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know ; 

* And as my love is fiz'd, my fear is fo. 

* Where love is great, the littl'ft doubts are fear; 

* Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. 

* Duk. 'Faith, I muft leave thee, love, and fhortly too ; 

Mj 



7 Hamlet. 

* My operant powers their functions leave to do: 

* And thou (halt live in this fair world behind, 

* Honour'd, belov'd; and, haply, one as kind 

* For husband (halt thou 

* Dut. O, confound the reft ! 

* Such love muft needs be treason in my breaft: 

* In fecond husband let me be accurft! 

* None wed the fecond, but who kill'd the firft. 
HAM. " That's wormwood." 

* Dut. The inftances, that fecond marriage move, 

* Are bafe refpefts of thrift, but none of love: 

* A fecond time I kill my husband dead, 

* When fecond husband kifles me in bed. 

* Duk. I do believe, you think what now you fpeak: 

* But, what we do determine, oft we break. 

* Purpose is but the {lave to memory; 

* Of violent birth, but poor validity: 

* Which now, like fruit unripe, fticks on the tree; 

* But fall, unihaken, when they mellow be. 

* Moft neceflary 'tis, that "we forget 

* To pay ourfelves what to ourfelves is debt: 

* What to ourfelves in paflion we propose, 

* The paflion ending, doth the purpose lose. 

* The violence of either grief or joy 

* Their own enaclures with themfelves deftroy: 

* Where joy moil revels, grief doth moft lament; 

* Grief joys, joy grieves, on {lender accident. 

'" This world is not for aye; nor 'tis not ftrange, 

* That even our loves (hould with our fortunes change ; 
' I-Vr 'tis a queltion left us yet to prove, 

Whether love lead fortune, or elie fortune love. 

* The great man down, you mark, his favourite flies J 



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* The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies. 

* And hitherto doth love on fortune xtend : 

* For who not needs, (hall never lack a friend; 

* And who in want a hollow friend doth try, 

* Direftly feasons him his enemy. 

* But, orderly to end where I begun, 

* Our wills, and fates, do fo contrary run, 

* That our devices ftill are overthrown; 

* Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own: 

* So think thou wilt no fecond husband wed; 

* But die thy thoughts, when thy firft lord is dead. 

* Dut. Nor, earth, o, give me food; nor, heaven, light! 

* Sport, and repose, lock from me, day, and night! 

* To defperation turn my truft and hope! 

* An anchor's cheer in prison be my (cope! 

* Each opposite, that blanks the face of joy, 

* Meet what 1 would have well, and it deftroy! 

* Both here, and hence, purfue me lafting ftrife, 

* If, once a widow, ever I be wife ! 

HAM. If (he fhould break it now, [to Oph. 

* Duk. 'Tis deeply fworn. Sweet, leave me here a 

while ; 

* My fpirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile 

* The tedious day with fleep. U a j s ^ m do<wrt. 

* Dut. Sleep rock thy brain ; 

* And never come mifchance betwixt us twain ! 

[Exit Dutchefs. Dukeyft^. 
HAM. Madam, how like you this play? 
Que. The lady protefts too much, methinks. 
HAM. O, but flie'll keep her word. 
Kin. Have you heard the argument? is there no of- 
fence in't? 

i* Earth to g've > And Anchor* 



72 Hamlet. 

HAM. No, no, they do but jeft, poison in jeft ; no of? 
fence i' the world. 

Kin. What do you call the play? 

HAH. The moufe-trap: Marry, how? Tropically. 
This play is the image of a murther done in Vienna: 
Gonzago is the duke's name; his wife, Baptifta: you fhall 
fee anon; 'tis a knavifli piece of work : But what of that? 
your majefty, and we that have free fouls, it touches us 
not: Let the gall'd jade winch, our withers are un- 
wrung 

Enter Nephew, luith a Vial. 
This is oneLucianus, nephew to the duke. 

Opif. You are as good as a chorus, my lord. 

HAM. I could interpret between you and your love, 
if I could fee the puppets dallying. 

OPH. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. 

HAM. It would coft you a groaning, to take off my 
edge. 

OPH. Still better, and worfe. 

HAM.. So you mif-take husbands Begin, murtherer; 
leave thy damnable faces, and begin: Come, The croa- 
king raven doth bellow for revenge. 

* Aef. Thoughts black, hands apt, d,rugs fit, and time 

agreeing; 

* Confederate feason, elfe no creature feeing; 

* Thou mixture~|~rank, of midnight weeds collected, 

* With Hecafs ban thrice blafted, thrice infecled, 

* Thy natural magick, and dire property, 

* On wholefome life usurps immediately. 

[pouring it in the Sleeper's Ear. 

HAM. He poisons him i' the garden for his eltate; his 
name's Gonzago : the ftoryis extant, and written in very 

the King 



Hamlet. 73 

choice Italian: You fliall fee anon, how the murtherer 
gets the love of Gonzago's wife. 
OPH . The king rises. 
HAM. What, frighted with falfe fire ! 
>ue. How fares my lord? 
POL. Give o'er the play. 
Kin. Give me fome light: away. 
foL. Lights, lights, lights ! 

[Exeunt All but Hamlet, and Horatio. 
HAM. Why, let the ftrooken deer go weep, 

The heart ungalled play : 
For fome muft watch, while fome muft fleep; 

So runs the world away._ 

Would not this, fir, and a foreft of feathers, (if the reft 
of my fortunes turn Turk with me) with two Provincial 
roses on my ray'd (hoes, get me a fellowfhip in a cry of 
players, fir? 

HOR. Halfalhare. 
HAM. A whole one, I. 

For thou doft know, o Damon dear, 

This realm difmantl'd was 
Of Jove himfelf; and now reigns here 

A very, very peacock. 
HOR. You might have rhim'd. 
HAM. O good Horatio, I'll take the ghofl's word for 
a thousand pound. Didft perceive? 
HOR. Very well, my lord. 
HAM. Upon the talk of the poisoning,- 
HOR. I did very well note him. 

Enter ROSIN CRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERK. 
HAM. Ha, ha!__Come, fome musickj come, the re- 
corders.. 

'6 raz'd *J paiock 



74 Hamlet. 

For if the king like not the comedy, 
Why then, belike, he likes it not, perdy 
Come, fome musick. 

GUI. Good my lord, vouchfafe me a word with you. 

HAM, Sir, a whole hiftory. 

GUI. The king, fir, 

HAM. Ay, fir, what of him ? 

GUI. Is, in his retirement, marvelous diftemper'd. 

HAM. With drink, fir? 

GUI. No, my lord, with choler. 

HAM. Your wisdom fhould (hew itfelf more richer, to 
Cgnify this to the doftor; for, for me to put him to 
his purgation, would, perhaps, plunge him into more 
choler. 

GUI. Good my lord, put your difcourfe into fome 
frame, and Hart not fo wildly from my affair. 

HAM. I am tame, fir; pronounce. 

Gut. The queen, your mother, in moft great afflic- 
tion of fpirit, hath fent me to you: 

HAM. You are welcome. [with great Ceremony. 

GUI. Nay, good my lord, this courtefy is not of the 
right breed. If it ftiall please you to make me a whole- 
fome anfwer, I will do your mother's commandment: if 
not, your pardon, and my return, {hall be the end of 
businefs. 

HAM . Sir, I cannot. 

Ros. What, my lord? 

HAM. Make you a wholefome anfwer; my wit's dis- 
eas'd: But, fir, fuch anfwer as I can make, you (hall 
command; or, rather, as you fay, my mother: there- 
fore no more, but to the matter ; My mother, you fay, 

J20*. Then thus fhe fays ; Your behaviour hath ftrook 



Hamlet. y 

her into araazenient and admiration. 

HAM. O wonderful fon, that can fo'ftonifh a motherL. 
But is there no fequel at the heels of this mother's ad- 
miration ? impart. 

Ros. She desires to fpeak with you in her closet, ere 
you go to bed. 

HAM. We fhall obey, were (he ten times our mother. 
Have you any further trade with us ? 

Ros. My lord, you once did love me. 

HAM . And do ftill, by these pickers and dealers. 

Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of diftemp- 
er? you do, furely, bar the door upon your own liberty, 
if you deny your griefs to your friend. 

HAM. Sir, I lack advancement. 

Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice of 
the king himfe'.f for your fucceffion in Denmark? 
Enter the Players, with Recorders. 

HAM. Ay, fir; but, While the grafs grows, the prov- 
erb is famething mufty O, the recorders: let me fee 

^one. " To withdraw with you:" Why do you go 

about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive 
me into a toil ? 

GUI. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love 
is too unmannerly. 

HAM. I do not well underftand that. Will you play 
upon this ~j~ pipe? 

GUI. My lord, I cannot. 

HAM. I pray you. 

GUI. Believe me, I cannot. 

BAM. I befeech you. 

GUI. \ know no touch of it, my lord. 

flAM.'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages 



76 Hamlet. 

with your fingers and the umber, give it breath with 
your mouth, and it will difcourfe molt eloquent musick: 
Look you, these are the flops. 

GUI. But these cannot 1 command to any utterance 
of harmony ; I have not the flcill. 

HAM. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing 
you make of mer You would play upon me; you would 
ieem to know my flops; you would pluck out the heart 
of my myftery; you would found me, from my loweft 
rote to the top of my compafs: and there is much mu- 
sick, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you 
make it fpeak. 'S blood, do you think, 1 am easier to 
be play'd on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you 
will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon 

Enter POLONIUS. 
me._God blefs you, fir! 

POL. My lord, the queen would fpeak with you, and 
presently. 

HAM. Do you fee yonder cloud, that's almoft in fhape 
of a weazel r 

POL. By the mafs, and 'tis like a weazel, indeed... 

HAM. Methinks, it is like a camel. 

POL. It is back'd like a camel. 

HAM. Or like a whale. 

POL. Very like a whale. 

HAM. Then will I come to my mother by and by._. 
They fool me [to Hor.] to the top of my bent._ L will 
come by and by. 

POL. I will fay fo. [Exit POI.ONIUS. 

. By and by is easily faid._Leave me, friends. 
[Exeunt Ros.W GUI. Horatio, an,1 the Players* 
withdraw, 

*c v. Nott. 



Hamlet. 7^ 

'Tis now the very witching time of night; 

When church-yards yawn, and hell itfelf breaths out 

Contagion to this world : Now could I drink hot blood; 

And do fuch bitter businefs, as the day 

Would quake to look on. Soft, now to my mother, ; 

O, heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever 

The foul of Nero enter this firm bosom: 

Let me be cruel, not unnatural : 

I will fpeak daggers to her, but use none ; 

My tongue and foul in this be hypocrites: 

How in my words foever me be ment, 

To give them feals never, my foul, confent. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. The fame. A Room in the fame. 
Enter King, ROSINCRANTZ, <Z</GUILDENSTE*N. 

Kin. I like him not; nor itands it fafe with us. 
To let his madnefs range. Therefore, prepare you; 
I your commiffion will forthwith difpatch, 
And he to England fhall along with you : 
The terms of our eftate may not endure 
Hazard fo near us, as doth hourly grow- 
Out of his lunes. 

GUI. We will ourfelves provide : 
Moft holy and religious fear it is, 
To keep those many many bodies fafe, 
That live, and feed, upon your majefty. 

Ros. The fingle and peculiar life is bound, 
With all the flrength and armour of the mind, 
To keep itfelf from 'noyance: but much more 
That fpirit, upon whose weal depend and reft 
The lives of many. The ceafe of majefty 
Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw 

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78 Hamlet. 

What's near it, with it : It is a mafly wheel, 

Fixt on the fummit of the higheft mount, 

To whose huge fpokes ten thousand lefler things 

Are mortif'd and adjoin'd; which, when it falls, 

Each fmall annexment, petty confequence, 

Attends the boiftrous ruin. Never alone 

Did the king figh, but with a general groan. 

Kin. Arm you, I pray you, to this fpeedy voyage; 
For we will fetters put upon this fear, 
Which now goes too free-footed. 

Ros. We will hafte us. {Exeunt Ros. and Gut. 
Enter POLONIUS. 

POL. My lord, he's going to his mother's closetj 
Behind the arras I'll convey myfelf, 
To hear the procefs; I'll warrant, ftie'll tax him home: 
And, as you faid, and wisely was it faid, 
'Tis meet, that fome more audience than a mother, 
Since nature makes them partial, fhould o'er-hear 
The fpeech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege: 
I'll call upon you ere you go to bed, 
And tell you what I know. 

Kin. Thanks, dear my lord. [Exit POLONIUS. 
O, my offence is rank, it fmells to heaven; 
It hath the primal eldeft curfe upon't, 
A brother's murther! Pray can I not, 
Though inclination be as {harp as will; 
My ftronger guilt defeats my ftrong intent; 
And, like a man to double twsinefs bound, 
I ftand in pause where I fhall firft begin, 
And both neglect. What if this curfed hand 
Were thicker than itfelf with brother's blood? 
Is there not rain enough in the fweet heavens. 



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To wa(h it white as fnow ? Whereto {erves mercy, 

But to confront the visage of offence ? 

And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force,"" 

To be fore-flailed, ere we come to fall; 

Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; 

My fault is part. But, o, what form of prayer 

Can ferve my turn? Forgive me my foul murther !"* 

That cannot be ; fmce I am ftill posseft 

Of those effefts for which I did the murther, 

My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. 

May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence ? 

In the corrupted currents of this world, 

Offence's gilded hand may (hove by juflice; 

And oft 'tis feen, the wicked prize itfelf 

Buys out the law : But 'tis not fo above: 

There is no fhuffling, there the adtion lies 

In his true nature; and we ourfelves compell'd, 

Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, 

To give in evidence. What then? what refts? 

Try what repentance can: What can it not? 

Yet what can it, when one can not repent? 

O wretched ftate! O bosom, black as death! 

O limed foul ; that, ftruggling to be free, 

Art more engag'd! Help, angels, make afTay! 

Bow, ftubbornTp knees! and, heart, with firings of fteel, 

Be foft as finevvs of the new-born babe ; 

All may be well ! [remains in Aftion of Prayer* 

Enter HAMLET, at a Dijiance, 
HAM. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying; 
And now I'll do't; \_dravuing.~\ And fo he goes to heaven; 
And fo am I reveng'd ? That would be fcan'd : 
A villain kills my father; and, for that, 



SO Hamlet. 

I, his fole fon, do this fame villain fend 
To heaven. 

Why, this is lure and falary, not revenge. 
He took my father grofly, full of bread ; 
With all his crimes broad blown, as flufh as May; 
And, how his audit ftands, who knows, fave heaven ? 
But, in our circumftance and courfe of thought, 
'Tis heavy with him: And am I then reveng'd, 
To take him in the purging of his foul, 
When he is fit and feason'd for his pafiage ? 
No. 

Up,~f~fword; and know thou a more horrid hint : 
When he is drunk, afleep, or in his rage; 
Or in the inceftuous pleasures of his bed; 
At gaming, fwearing; or about fome aft 
That has no relifh of falvation in't: 
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven ; 
And that his foul may be as damn'd, and black, 
As hell, whereto it goes. My mother ftays : 
This phyfick but prolongs thy fickly days. [Exit. 

Kin. My words fly up, [rises.'] my thoughts remain 

bellow : 
Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. [Exit. 

SCENE IV. The fame. Another Room in the fame. 

Enter Queen, and POL ONI us. 
POL. He will come ftraight. Look, you lay home to 

him: 

Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear with ; 
And that your grace hath fcreen'd and flood between 
Much heat and him. I'll filence me even ~j~ here. 
Pray you, be round. 

hent 



Hamlet. g r 

Qtie. I'll warrant you ; fear me not. 
Withdraw, I hear him coming. [Pol. bides bimfelf. 
Enter HAMLET, abruptly. 

HAM. Now, mother; what's the matter? 

S^ue. Hamlet^ thou haft thy father much offended. 

HAM. Mother, you have my father much offended. 

<%ue. Come, come, you anfwer with an idle tongue. 

HAM. Go, go, you queftion with a wicked tongue. 

>ue. Why, how now, Hamlet? 

HAM. What's the matter now? 

>ue. Have you forgot me ? 

HAM. No, by the rood, not fo: 
You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife*; 
And, 'would it were not fo, you are my mother. 

>ue. Nay, then I'll fet those to you that can fpealc. 

HAM. Come, come, and fit you down; you fhall not 

budge ; 

You go not, 'till I fet you up a glafs, 
Where you may fee the inmoft part of you. 

Que. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murther me? 
Help, help, ho! 

POL. {behind.} What, ho! help! 

HAM. How now ! a rat ? 
Dead, for a ducat, dead. [making a Pafs at the Arras. 

POL. [behind.] O, I am flain. [falls forward, and diet. 

Que. O me, what haft thou done? 

HAM. Nay, I know not: 
Is it the king? 

[lifts up the Arras, and draixs forth Polonius. 

Que. O, what a ram and bloody deed is this ! 

H*M. A bloody deed;_almolt as bad.goou mother, 
As kill a king, and marry with his brother. 

VOL. X. N 



8a Hamlet. 

>ue. As kill a king? 

HAfa. Ay, lady, 'twas my word 

Thou wretched, rafli, intruding fool, farevvel? 

I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune: 

Thou find'ft, to be too busy, is fome danger 

Leave wringing of your hands: Peace, fit you down; 

And let me wring your heart: for fo I fliall, 

If it be made of penetrable fluff; 

If damned cuftom have not braz'd it fo, 

That it be proof and bulwark againft fenfe. 

<%ue. What have I done, that thou dar'ft wag thy 

tongue 
In noise fo rude againft me ? 

HAM . Such an aft, 

That blurs the grace and blufh of modefty; 
Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose 
From the fair forehead of an innocent love, 
And fets a blifter there ; makes marriage vows 
As falfe as dicers' oaths : o, fuch a deed, 
As from the body of contraftion plucks 
The very foul ; and fvveet religion makes 
A rhapfody of words : Heaven's face doth glow; 
Yea, this folidity and compound mafs, 
With triftful visage, as againft the doom, 
Is thought-fick at the aft. 

Que. Ay me, what aft, 
That roars fo loud, and thunders in the index? 

HAM. Look here, upon this~f~pifture, and on ~f~ this? 
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. 
See, what a grace was feated on this "['brow: 
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himfelf ; 
An eye like Man, to threaten and command ;. 



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A flation like the herald Mercury, 

New-lighted on a heaven-kifiing hill ; 

A combination, and a form, indeed, 

Where every god did fecm to fet his feal, 

To give the world aflurance of a man: 

This was your husband. Look you now, what follows i 

Here~j~is your husband; like a mildevv'd ear, 

Blafting his wholefome brother. Have you eyes? 

Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, 

And batten on this moor? Ha, have you eyes? 

You cannot call it, love: for, at your age, 

The hey-day in the blood is tame; it's humble, 

And waits upon the judgment; And what judgment 

Would ftep from this to this ? Senfe, fure, you have; 

Elfe, could you not have motion: But, fure, that fenfe 

Is apoplex'd : for madnefs would not err; 

Nor fenfe to exftafy was ne'er fo thral'd, 

But it reserv'd fome quantity of choice, 

To ferve in fuch a difference. What devil was't, 

That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind? 

Eyes without feeling, feeling without fight, 

Ears without hands or eyes, fmelling fans all, 

Or but a fickly part of one true fenfe 

Could not fo mope. 

O frame! where is thy bluth? Rebellious hell, 

Jf thou canft mutine in a matron's bones, 

To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, 

And melt in her own fire: proclaim no mame* 

When the compulfive ardor gives the charge ; 

Since froft itfelf as actively doth burn, 

And reason panders will. 

$ue. O Hamlet, fpeak no more: 

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84 Hamlet. 

Thou turn'ft mine eyes into my very foul ; 
And there I fee fuch black and grained fpots y 
As will not leave theft- tind. 

HAM. Nay, but to live 
In the rank fweat of an inceftuous bed; 
Stew'd in corruption ; honying, and making love, 
Over the nafty fty; 

Que. O, fpeak to me no more ; 
These words like daggers enter in my ears ; 
No more, fweet Hamlet. 

HAM. A murtherer, and a villain : 
A flave, that is not twentieth part the tythe 
Of your precedent lord: a vice of kings: 
A cutpurfe of the empire and the rule; 
That from a fhelf the precious diadem Hole, 
And put it in his pocket. 

>ue. No more. 

Enter Ghoft. 

HAM. A king of fhreds and patches :_ 
Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, [ure? 
You heavenly guards! What would your gracious rig- 

S>ue. Alas, he's mad. > 

HAM. Do you not come your tardy fon to chide, 
That, lapf'd in time and paffion, let's go by 
The important adling of your dread command? 
O, fay. 

Gbo. Do not forget : This visitation 
Is but to whet thy almoft blunted purpose. 
But, look, amazement on thy mother iits: 
O, ftep between her and her fighting foul ; 
Conceit in weakeft bodies ftrongeit works; 
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Hamlet. 85 

HAM. How is it with you, lady ? 

Que. Alas, how is't with you ? 
That thus you bend your eye on vacancy, 
And with the incorporal air do hold difcourfe? 
Forth at your eyes your fpirits wildly peep; 
And, as the fleeping foldiers in the alarm, 
Your bedded hair, like life in excrements, 
Starts up, and (lands an end. O gentle fon, 
Upon the heat and flame of thy diftemper 
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look ? 

HAM. On him! on him! lock you, how pale he glares! 
His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to ftones, 

Would make them capable. Do not look upon me; 

Left, with this piteous aftion, you convert 

My ftern efFefts: then what I have to do 

Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood. 

Que. To whom do you fpeak this? 

HAM. Do you fee nothing"]" there? 

Que. Nothing at all ; yet all, that is, I fee. 

HAM. Nor did you nothing hear? 

>ue. No, nothing, but ourfelves. 

HAM. Why, look you ~j~ there; look, how it ftealsa- 

way; 

My father, in his habit as he liv'd, 
Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal ! 

[Exit Ghoft. 

>ue. This is the very coinage of your brain: 
This bodilefs creation exflafy 
Is very cunning in. 

HAM. C23l)3t exftafy? 

My pulfe, as yours, doth temperately keep time. 
And makes as healthful musick: Jt is not msdnefs, 

N 3 



86 Hamlet. 

That I have utter'd : bring me to the teft, 
And I the matter will re-word ; which madnete 
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, 
I/ay not that flattering un&ion to your foul, 
That not your trefpafs, but my madnefs, fpeaks: 
Jt will but fkin and film the ulcerous place; 
Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, 
Infedls unfeen. Confefs yourfelf to heaven; 
Repent what's paft; avoid what is to come; 
And do not fpread the compoft on the weeds, 
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue: 
For, in the fatnefs of these purfy times, 
Virtue itfelf of vice muft pardon beg; 
Yea, courb, and woo, for leave to do him good. 
Que. O, Hamlet, thou haft cleft my heart in twain, 
HJM. O, throw away the worfer part of it, 
And live the purer with the other half. 
Good night: but go not to my uncle's bed j 
Aflume a virtue, if you have it not. 
That monfter, cuftom, who all fenfe doth eat 
Of habits evil, is angel yet in this; 
That to the ufe of adlions fair and good 
He likewise gives a frock, or livery, 
That aptly is put on: Refrain vo-night; 
And that fhall lend a kind of easinefs 
To the next abftinence: the next, more easy: 
For ufe almoft can change the ftamp of nature, 
And matter ebcn the devil, or throw him out 
With wondrous potency. Once more, good night: 
And, when you are desirous to be bleft, 
I'll bleffing beg of you. For this ~|~ fame lord, 
} do repent; But heaven hath pleas'd it fo, 

*' habits devil], 



Hamlet. 87 

To punilh me with this, and this with me, 

That I muft be their fcourge and minifter: 

I will beftow him, and will anfwer well 

The death I gave him. So, again good night. __ 

I muft be cruel, only to be kind: 

Thus bad begins, and worfe remains behind. _,. 

Uparfc, one word more, good lady. 

Que. What (hall I do! 

HAM. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: 
Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed; 
Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you, his moufe; 
And let him, for a pair of reechy kifles, 
Or padling in your neck with his damn'd fingers, 
Make you to ravel all this matter out, 
That 1 effentially am not in madnefs, 
But mad in craft. Twere good, you let him know: 
For who, that's but a queen, fair, fober, wise, 
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib, 
Such dear conceraings hide? who would do fo? 
No, in defpight of fenfe, and fecrefy, 
Unpeg the bafket on the houfe's top, 
Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape, 
To try conclusions, in the bafket creep, 
And break your own neck down. 

S>ue. Be thou afTur'd, if words be made of breath, 
And breath of life, I have no life to breath 
What thou haft faid to me. 

HJM. I muft to England ; you know that? 

>ue. Alack, 
J had forgot; 'tis fo concluded on. . [lows, 

HJM. There's letters feal'd: and my two fchool-fel- 
Whoni J will truft, as I will adders fang'd, 






88 Hamlet. 

They bear the mandate; they muft fweep my way, 
And marftval me to knavery: Let it work; 
For 'tis the fport, to have the engineer 
Hoift with his own petar: and't fhall go hard, 
But I will delve one yard below their mines, 
And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis moft fweet, 
When in one line two crafts dire&ly meet. 
This man fhall fet me packing. 

I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room: 

Mother, good night Indeed, this counfellor 
Is now moft ftill, moft fecret, and moft grave, 
Who was in life a foolifh prating knave. 
Come, fir, to~j~draw toward an end with you:_ 
Good night, mother. 

[ Exeunt, federally ; Hamlet tugging in Polonius 

AC? IV. 

SCENE I. The fame. 

Enter King, Queen, Rosincrantz, and 

Guildenftern. 

Kin. There's matter in these fighs, these profound 

heaves; 

You muft tranflate; 'tis fit, we underftand them: 
Where is your fon ? 

Que. Eeftow this place on us a little while 

[Exeunt Ros. a</Gui. 
Ah, my good lord, what have I feen to-night? 

Kin. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet? 

Que. Mad as the fea, and wind, when both contend 
Which is the mightier: In his lawlefs fit> 



Hamlet. 89 

Behind the arras hearing fomething ftir, 
Whips out his rapier, cries, A rat, a rat; 
And, in this brainifh apprehenfion, kills 
The unfeen good old man. 

Kin. O heavy deed ! 

Jt had been fo with us, had we been there: 
His liberty is full of threats to all; 
To you yourfelf, to us, to every one. 
Alas, how (hall this bloody deed be anfwer'd? 
Jt will be lay'd to us; whose providence 
Should have kept fhort, rellrain'd, and out of haunt, 
This mad young man : but, fo much was our love, 
We would not underftand what was moft fit; 
But, like the owner of a foul disease, 
To keep it from divulging, let it feed 
Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone? 

Que. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd: 
O'er whom his very madnefs, like fome ore 
Among a mineral of metals bafe, 
Shows itfelf pure ; he weeps for what is done. 

Kin. O, Gertrude, come away ! 
The fun no fooner fhall the mountains touch, 
But we will (hip him hence: and this vile deed 
We mult, with all our majefty and (kill, 

Both countenance and excuse Ho, Guillen/fern / 

Enter Rosincrantz, and Guildenftern. 
Friends both, go join you with fome further aid: 
Hamlet in madnefs hath Polonius flain, 
And from his mother's closet hath he drag'd him : 
Go, feek him out; fpeak fair, and bring the body 
Jnto the chapel. 1 pray you, haile in this 

\Exeunt Ros. and Gui. 



go Hamlet. 

Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wiseft friends; 

And let them know, both what we mean to do, 

And what's untimely done: fo IjapIlS flanticr, 

Whose vvhifper o'er the world's diameter, 

As level as the cannon to his blank, 

Tranfports his poison'd (hot, may mifs our name, 

And hit the woundlefs air. O, come away; 

My foul is full of difcord, and difmay. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. The fame. Another Raom in the fame. 
Enter HAMLET. 

HJM Safely ftow'd. But, foft; 

Ros. &c [within.] Hamlet! lord Hamlet! 
HAM. What noise? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they 
come. 

Enter ROSINCRANTZ, flWGuiLDENSTERN. 

Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the dead 
body? 

HAM . Compounded it with duft, whereto 'tis kin. 

Ros. Tell us where 'tis ; that we may take it thence, 
And bear it to the chapel. 

HAM. Do not believe it. 

Ros. Believe what? 

HAM. That I can keep your coanfel, and not mine 
own. Befides, to be demanded of a fpunge, what re- 
plication fhculd be rcade by the fon of a king? 

Ros. Take you me for a fpcnge, my lord? 

HAM. Ay, fir; that foaks up the king's countenance, 
his rewards, his authorities But fuch officers do the king 
bell Service in the end; He keeps them, like an ape, in 
the corner of his jaw; firft mouth'd, to be lait fwallow'd: 
when he needs what you have glean'd,i: is but fqueez* 



Hamlet. 9! 

ing you, and, fpunge, you fhall be dry again. 

Ros. I underftand you not, my lord. 

HAM. I am glad of it: A knavifh fpeech fleeps in a 
fooliih ear. 

Ros. My lord, you muft tell us where the body is, 
and go with us to the king. 

HAM. The body is with the king, but the king is not 
with the body. The king is a thing 

GUI. A thing, my lord? 

HAM. Of nothing : bring me to him. Hide, fox, and 
all after. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. The fame. Another Room in the fame. 
Enter King, attended. 

Kin. I have fent to feek him, and to find the body. 
How dangerous is it, that this man goes loofe ? 
Yet muft not we put the ftrong law on him: 
He's lov'd of the diftracled multitude, 
Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes; 
And, where 'tis fo, the offender's fcourge is weigh'd, 
But never the offence. To bear all fmooth and even, 
This fudden fending him away muft feem 
Deliberate pause: Diseases, defperate grown, 
By defperate appliance are reliev'd, 

Enter ROSINCRANTZ. 
Or not at all How now? what hath befall'n? 

Ros. Where the dead body is beftow'd, my lord, 
We cannot get from him. 

Kin. But where is her 

Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your 
pleasure. 

Kin. Bring him before us. 



9 Hamlet. 

Ros. Ho! bring in the lord. 

Enter HAMLET, and Guildenftern. 

Kin t Now, Hamlet, where's Po/onius? 

HAM. At fupper. 

Kin. At fupper ? Where ? 

HAM. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: ft 
certain convocation of politick worms are e'en at him. 
Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all 
creatures elfe, to fat us; and we fat ourfelves for mag- 
gots: Your fat king, and your lean beggar, is but va- 
riable fervice; two diflies, but to one table; that's the 
end. 

Kin. Alas, alas! 

HAM. A man may fifh with the worm that hath eat 
of a king ; and eat of the fifh that hath fed of that worm. 

Kin. What doft thou mean by this? 

HAM. Nothing, but to (hew you how a king may go 
a progrefs through the guts of a beggar. 

Kin. Where is Polonius? 

HAM. In heaven; fend thither to fee: if your me/Ten- 
gcr find him not there, feek him in the other place your- 
jelf. But, indeed, if you find him not this month, you 
fhall nose him as you go up the flairs into the lobby. 

Kin. Go feek him there. [to Jome Attendants. 

HAM. He will flay till you come. [Ex unt Attendants. 

Kin. Hamlet, this deed, for thine efpecial fafety, 
Which we do tender; as we dearly grieve 
For that which thou hall done, mult fend thee hence 
With fiery quicknefs: Therefore, prepare thyfelf; 
The ba r k is ready, and the wind at help, 
The aifociatcs tend, and every thing is bent 
For England. 



Hamlet. 



. For England? 

Kin. Ay, Hamlet. 

HAM. Good. 

Kin. So is it, if thou knew' ft our purposes. 

HAM. I fee a cherub, that fees them But, come; for 
England: Farewel, dear mother. 

Kin. Thy loving father, Hamlet. 

HAM. My mother: Father and mother is man and wife; 
man and wife is one flefh: fo, my mother. Come, for 
England. [Exit HAMLET. 

Kin. Follow him at foot; tempt him with fpeed a- 

board ; 

Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night: 
Away ; for every thing is feal'd and done, 
That elfe leans on the affair: Pray you, make hade. 

{Exeunt Ros. and G\xL 

And, England, if my love thou hold'ft at ought, 
(As my great power thereof may give thee fenfe; 
Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red 
After the Danijh fword, and thy free awe 
Pays homage to us) thou may'it not coldly fet bv 
Our fovereign procefs ; which imports at full, 
By letters congruing to that effedl, 
The present death ofHam/et. Do it, England '; 
For like the heftick in my blood he rages, 
And thou muft cure me: 'Till I know 'tis done, 
Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. \Exit. 

SCENE IV. A Plain in Denmark. 
Enter FORTINBRAS, and Forces, marching. 
FOR . Go, captain, from me greet the Danijb king j. 
Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortiatras 



94- Hamlet. 

Claims the conveyance of a promis'd march 
Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. 
If that his majefly would ought with us, 
We (hall exprefs our duty in his eye, 
And let him know fo. 

Cap. I will do't, my lord. 

FOR. Go foftly on. [Exeunt FOR. and Forces* 

Enter HAMLET, ROSINCRANTZ, &c. 

HAM. Good fir, whose powers are these? 

Cap. They are of Norway, fir. 

HAM. How purpos'd, fir, I pray you? 

Cap. @ir, againft 
Some part of Poland. 

HAM. Who commands them, fir? 

Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinlras* 

HAM. Goes it againft the main of Poland, fir, 
Or for fome frontier? 

Cap. Truly to fpeak, fir, and with no addition, 
We go to gain a little patch of ground, 
That hath in it no profit but the name. 
To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; 
Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole, 
A ranker rate, ftiould it be fold in fee. 

HAM. Why, then the Polack never will defend it. 

Cap, dD, yes, it is already garrilon'd. 

HAM. Two thousand fouls, and twenty thousand du- 
cats, 

Will not debate the quefiion of this ftraw: 
This js the impofthume of much wealth, and peace; 
That inward breaks, and {hows no cause without 
Why the man dies I humbly thank you, fir. 

Cap. God be vvi' you, fir. \Exit Captain. 



Hamlet. 95 

Ros. Will't please you go, my lord? 

HAM. I will be with you itraight, 
Go a little before. _ \Exeunt Ros. and the reft. 

How all occasions do inform againft me, 
And fpur my dull revenge! What is a man, 
If his chief good, and market of his time, 
Be but to fleep, and feed? a beaft, no more. 
Sure, he, that made us with fuch large difcourfe, 
Looking before, and after, gave us not 
That capability and godlike reason 
To fuft in us unus'd. Now, whether it be 
Beftial oblivion, or fome craven fcruple 
Of thinking too precifely on the event, 
A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom; 
And, ever, three parts coward, I do not know 
Why yet I live to fay, This thing's to de ; 
Sith I have cause, and will, and ftrength, and means 
To do't. Examples, grofs as earth, exhort me : 
"Witnefs, this army, of fuch mafs, and charge* 
Led by a delicate and tender prince; 
Whose fpirit, with divine ambition puff, 
Makes mouths at the invisible event; 
Exposing what is mortal, and unfure, 
To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare. 
Even for an egg- {hell. Rightly, to be great 
Js not, not to ttir without great argument; 
But greatly to find quarrel in a ftraw, 
When honour's at the ftake. How (land I then, 
That have a father kill'd, a mother ftain'd, 
Excitements of my reason, and my blood, 
And let all fleep r while, to my fliame, I fee 
The imminent death of twenty thousand men, 



g6 Hamlet. 

That, for a fantafy, and trick of fame, 

Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot, 

Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, 

Which is not tomb enough, and continent, 

To hide the {lain? O, tljen, from this time forth, 

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! [Exit. 

SCENE V. Elfinour. A Room in the Caflle. 

Enter Queen, attended '; HORATIO, and a 

Gentleman. 

>ue. I will not fpeak with her. 

Gen. She is importunate; indeed, diftracl; 
Her mood will needs be pity'd. 

Que. What would me have? 

Gen. She fpeaks much of her father; fays, fhe hears, 
There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart; 
Spurns envioufly at ftraws; fpeaks things in doubt, 
That carry but half fenfe: her fpeech is nothing, 
Yet the unlhaped ufe of it doth move 
The hearers to collection ; they aim at it, 
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; 
Which, as her winks, and nods, and geftures yield them, 
Indeed would make one think, there might be thought, 
Though nothing fure, yet much unhappily. 

HOR . 'Twere good, me were fpoken with ; for (he may 

ftrew 

Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds : 
Let her come in. [Exit Gen. 

Que. " To my fick foul, as fin's true nature is," 
" Each toy feems prologue to fome great amifs:" 
So full of artlefs jealoufy is guilt," 
' It fpills itfelf, in fearing to be fpilt." 



Hamlet. 97 



Enter OPHELIA, 
Ota. Where is the beauteous majeily of Denmark? 
>ue. How now, Ophelia! 
Ota. How Jbould I your true-love know [{ings. 

from another one? 
By his cockle hat, and fiajf, 

and his fandal Jhoon . 

Que. Alas, fweet lady, what imports this fong? 
Of a . Say you ? nay, pray you, mark. 

He is di ad and gone, lady, [fings 

be is dead and gone; 
at his head a graft-green turf y 

at his heels ajlone. O, o! 

Qie. Nay, but Ophelia,"^ 
OPH. Pray you, mark. 

White his Jbrovad as the mountain fnovj, [(ings. 

Enter King. 

Que. Alas, look here, my lord. 
OP a. Larded all ivith Jkueet flj-jjers ; 
which bewept to the ground did go, 

nuith true-lo-~ue Jho-ivers. 
Kin. How do you, pretty lady? 
OPS. Well, God 'ild you. They fay, the owl was a 
baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know 
not what we may be. God be at your table! 
Kin. Conceit upon her father. 
OPB. Pray, let's have no words of this; but when they 
afk you, what it means, fay you this: 

To-morrow is St. Valentine'/ day y [^ftgs* 

all in the morn betirne, 
and I a maid at your window y 

to ^jear Valentine: ...' 

*c did no t go 
VOL. X. O 



98 Hamlet, 

Then vp be rose, 
and cforfd his deaths, 
and d" 1 op* d the chamber door} 
let in the maid, 
that out a maid 
never departed more. 
Kin. Pretty Ophelia! 

Of a. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end on't. 
By Gis, and by [fings. 

St. Charity, 

alack, and fie for fi ante ! 
young men ivill do 1 s, 
if they come to't; 
by cock, they are to blame. 
Before, quoth me, 
you tumbTJ me, 
you promised me to e vaed: 
He anfwers, So would 1 ha done, 

by yonder fun, 

an thou hacift not come to my led. 
Kin. How long hath (he been thus? 
OPH. I hope, all will be well. We muft be patient: 
but 1 cannot choose but weep, to think, they would lay 
him i'the cold ground: My brother mail know of it, 

and fo I thank you for your good counfel. Come, my 

coach !_Good night, ladies ; good night, fvveet ladies; 
good night, good night. [Exit OPHELIA. 

Kin. Follow her clofe; give her good watch, I pray 
you. [Exeunt HOR. and Alt. 

O! This is the poison of deep grief; it fprings 
All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, 
When forrows come, they come not fingle fpies, 

5 Quoth fhe, Before 



Hamlet. 



99 



But in battalions. Firft, her father flain : 

Next, your fon gone; and he moil violent author 

Of his own juft remove: The people muddy'd, 

Thick and unwholfome in their thoughts, and whifpers, 

For good Poloniui death ; and we have done 

But greenly to interr him: Poor Ophelia 

Divided from herfelf, and her fair judgment; 

Without the which we are pictures, or meer beads. 

Laft, and as much containing as all these, 

Her brother is in fecret come from France: 

Feeds on his wonder, keeps himfelf in clouds, 

And wants not buzzers to infecl his ear 

With peftilent fpeeches of his father's death; 

Wherein neceffity, of matter beggar'd, 

Will nothing ftick our perfons to arraign, 

In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, 

Like to a murthering piece, in many places 

Gives me fuperfluous death. [Noise iMitbiit. 

>ue. Alack, what noise is this? 

Kin. Where are my Switzers? let them guard the 

door: 

Enter a Gentleman, baftily. 
What is the matter? 

Gen. Save yourfelf, my lord; 
The ocean, overpecring of his lift, 
Eats not the flats with more impetuous hafte, 
Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, 
O'er-bears your officers ! The rabble call him, lord: 
And, as the world were now but to begin, 
Antiquity forgot, cuftom not known, 
The racifiers and props of every work, 
They cry, Choose ive; Laertes Jball be king: 

* v, Nott, 1 ' word, 

O 2 



i oo Hamlet. 

Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds, 
Laertes jball be king, Laertes king! 

[Noise again, and Shouts: Door a/faulted. 

S^ue. How cheerfully on the falfe trail they cry ! 
O, this is counter, you falfe Danijb dogs. 

Kin. The doors are broke. 

Enter LAERTES, arm'd; Dunes following. 

LAE. Where is this king? Sirs, ftand you all without. 

Dan. No, let's come in. 

LAE. I pray you, give me leave. 

Dan. We will, we will. [retiring without the Door. 

LAE. I thank you; keep the door._O thou vile king, 
Give me my father. 

)ue. Calmly, good Laertes. 

LAE. That drop of blood, that's calm, proclaims me 

baftard; 

Cries, cuckold, to my father; brands the harlot 
Even here, between the chart unfmirched brow 
Of my true mother. 

Kin. What is the cause, Laertes, 

That thy rebellion looks fo giant-like? 

Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our perfon; 
There's fuch divinity doth hedge a king, 
That treason can but peep to what it would, 
Acls little of his will Tell me, Laertes, 

Why thou art thus incenf'd; Let him go, Gertrude\ 

Speak, man. 

LAE. Where is my father? 

Kin. Dead, fi.aer.te0* 

Que. But not by him. 

Kin. Let him demand his fill. 

LAE. How came he dead? I'll not be juggl'd with: 



Hamlet. 1 01 

To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blacked devil! 
Confcience, and grace, to the profoundeft pit! 
I dare damnation: To this point I ftand, 
That both the worlds I give to negligence, 
Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd 
Moft throughly for my father. 

Kin. Who (hall ftay you? 

LAE. My will, not all the world's: 
And, for my means, I'll husband them fo well, 
They lhall go far with little. 

Kin. Good Laertes, 
If you desire to know the certainty 
Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge, 
That, fweep-ftake, you will draw both friend and foe, 
Winner and loser ? 

LAE. None but his enemies. 

Kin. Will you know them then ? 

LAS . To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms; 
And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican, 
Repaft them with my blood. 

Kin. Why, now you fpeak 
Like a good child, and a true gentleman. 
That I am guiltlefs of your father's death, 
And am moft fenfibly in grief for it, 
It fliall as level to your judgment pierce 
As day does to your eye. [Noise within. 

Dart, [within.] Let her come in. 

LAE. How now! what noise is that? 

Enter OPHELIA, fantaftically dreft up 

with Flowers, &c. 

O heat, dry up my brains ! tears, feven times fait, 
Burn out the fenfe and virtue of mine eye!_ 

4 foopflake,- 



ioz Hamlet. 

By heaven, thy madnefs fhall be pay'd by weight, 
'Till our fcale turn the beam. O rose of May, 
Dear maid, kind fitter, fvveet Ophelia! 
O heavens! is't pofiible, a young maid's wits 
Should be as mortal as an old man's life? 
Nature is fine in love: and, where 'tis fine, 
It fends fome precious inftance of itfelf 
After the thing it loves. 

OPH. They bore him bare-fac'd on the bier, [fmgs. 

and on his grave rains many a tear ; 
Fare you well, my dove. 

LJE. Hadft thou thy wits,and didftperfuade revenge, 
It could not move thus. 

OPH. You mutt fing, Down, a-down, an you call him 
a-down-a. O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the falfe 
ileward, that ftole his matter's daughter. 

LAZ, This nothing's more than matter. 

OPH. There's^ rosemary, that's for remembrance; 
pray you, love, remember: and there is^panfies, that's 
for thoughts. 

LjtE. A document in madnefs j thoughts and remem- 
brance fitted. 

OPH. There's ^ fennel for you, and columbines: 

There's 1 ^ rue for you; and here's fome for me: we 

may call it, herb of grace, o'fundays:_you may wear 

your rue with a difference There's^ a daisy :_I would 

give you fome violets; but they wither'd all, when my 
father dy'd: They fay, he made a good end, 

For bonny fiueet Robin is all my joy, ~~ [fings. 

LAE. Thought, and affliftion, paffion, hell itfelf, 
She turns to favour and to prettinefs. 

OPH, And will be net come again? 



Hamlet. 103 

and will he not come again? 
No, no, be is dead, 
go to thy death bed, 
he never will come again. 

2. 

Hit beard. iuat as white asfnoia, 
all flaxen nvas bis pole: 

be is gone, he is gone, 
and c we cajt away moan ; 
Cramer cy on bis foul! 

And of all chriltian fouls, I pray God. God be vvi'you! 

[Exit OPHELIA. 
LAE. Do you fee this, o God! 
Kin. Laertes, I muft commune with your grief, 
Or you deny me right. Go but apart, 
Make choice of whom your wiselt friends you will, 
And they mall hear and judge 'twixt you and me : 
If by diredl or by collateral hand 
They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, 
Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, 
To you in fatiffaftion ; but, if not, 
Be you content to lend your patience to us, 
And we (hall jointly labour with your foul 
To give it due content. 
LAE. Let this be fo; 

His means of death, his obfcure burial, 
No trophee fword, nor hatchment o'er his bones, 
No noble rite, nor formal oftentation, 
Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, 
That I muft call't in queftion. 

Kin. So you mall; 
And, where the offence is, let the great axe fall. 



104 Hamlet. 

I pray you, go with me. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VI. The fame. Another Room in the fame. 

Enter HORATIO, and a Servant. 
HOR. What are they, that would i)>eak with me? 
Ser. Sailors, fir; 
They fay, they have letters for you. 

HOR. Let them come in. _ [Exit Servant. 

J do not know from what part of the world 
I mould be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet. 

Enter Sailors. 
1.5. God blefs you, fir. 
HOR. Let him blefs thee too. 

i. S. He mail, fir, an't please him.There's^a letter 
for you, fir: it comes from th'embafTador, that was bound 
for England; if your name be Horatio,zs 1 am let to know 
it is. 

HOR . [reads. ] Horatio, when thoujhalt have over-look' J 
this, give these fellows fame means to the king; they have 
letters for him. Ere we were two days old at fea, a pi- 
rale of very warlike appointment gave us chace : Finding 
curfdves too flow of fail, we put on a compelled valour: 
in the grapple, I boarded them : on the injlant, they got 
clear of our /hip; fo I alone became their prisoner: They 
have dealt with me like thieves of mercy : but they knew 
*wbat they did; I am to do a turn for them. Let the king 
have the letters I havefent; and repair thou to me, with 
as mucbfpeedas thou would" 1 }! fy death: I have words to 
fpeak in thine ear, will make thee dumb ; yet are they much 
too light for the bore of the matter : these good fellows 
will bring thee where I am. Rosincrantz, and Guilden- 
ilern, hold their courfe for England ; of them I have 



Hamlet. 105 

much to tell thei. Fareiuel. He that thou knonueft thine, 

Hamlet. 

Come, I will give you way for these your letters; 
And do't the fpeedier, that you may direct me 
To him from whom you brought them. [Exeunf. 

SCENE VII. rhefame. Another Room in the fame. 
Enter King, and LAERTES. 

Kin. Now muit your conicience my acquittance feal, 
And you muft put me in your heart for friend; 
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear, 
That he, which hath your noble father flain, 
Purfu'd my life. 

LAE. It well appears: But tell me 
Why you pioceeded not againft these feats, 
So crimeful and fo capital in nature, 
As by your fafety, wisdom, all things elfe, 
You mainly were ftir'd up. 

Kin. O, for two fpecial reasons ; 
Which may to you, perhaps, feem much unfinew'd, 
But yet to me they are ftrong. The queen, his mother, 
Lives almoft by his looks ; and for myfelf, 
(My virtue, or my plague, be it either which) 
She is fo conjunctive to my life and foul, 
That, as the ftar moves not but in his fphere, 
I could not but by her. The other motive, 
Why to a publick count I might not go, 
Js, the great love the general gender bear him: 
Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, 
Would, like the fpring that turncth wood to ftone, 
Convert his gyves to graces; fo that my arrows, 
Too flightly timber'd for fo loud a wind, 






io6 Hamlet. 

Would have reverted to my bow again, 
And not where I had aim'd them. 

LJE. And fo have I a noble father loft; 
A fitter driven into defperate terms; 
Whose worth, if praises may go back again, 
Stood challenger on mount of all the age 
For her perfections: But my revenge will come. 

Kin. Break not your fleeps for that : you muft not 

think, 

That we are made of fluff fo flat and dull, 
That we can let our beard be Ihook with danger, 
And think it paftime. You fhortly fhall hear more: 
I lov'd your father, and we love ourfelf; 

And that, J hope, will teach you to imagine, 

Eater a Gentleman. 
How now ? what news ? 

Gen. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet: 
These =j= to your majefty; this -|~ to the queen. 

Kin. From Hamlet! Who brought them? 

Cen. Sailors, my lord, they fay: I faw them not; 
They were given me by Claudia, he receiv'd them 
Of him that brought them. 

Kin. Laertes, you fhall hear them :_ 
Leave us. [Exit Gentleman. 

High and mighty, [reads.] You Jhall know, I am fet 

naked on your kingaom. ^To-morrow (hall 1 beg leave to 

Jee your kingly eyes: when I Jhall, fir ji ajking your pardon 

thereunto, recount the occasion of my fudden return. 

Hamlet. 

What mould this mean ? Are all the reft come back ? 
Or is it fome abufe, and no fuch thing? 

LAE, Know you the hand? 



Hamlet. 107 

Kin. 'Tis ffa^/'s charafter. Naked! 
And in a poftfcript here he fays, alone: 
Can you advise me ? 

LAE. I am loft in it, my lord. But let him come; 
It warms the very ficknefs in my heart, 
That I fliall live and tell him to his teeth, 
Thus didJtft thou. 

Kin. If it be fo, Laertes 
As how fhould it be fo? how otherwise? 
Will you be rul'd by me? 

LAE. I toill, my lord; 
So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace. 

Kin. To thine own peace. Jf he be now return'd," 1 
As checking at his voyage, and that he means 
No more to undertake it, I will work him 
To an exploit, now ripe in my devife, 
Under the which he fhall not choose but fall : 
And for his death no wind of blame (hall breath; 
But even his mother (hall uncharge the praclife, 
And call it, accident. 

LAE. My lord, I will be rul'd; 
The rather, if you could devise it fo * - 

That I might be the organ. 

Kin. It falls right. 

You have been talk'd of fince your travel much, 
And that in Ham/et's hearing, for a quality 
Wherein, they fay, you mine: your fum of parts 
Did not together pluck fuch envy from him, 
As did that one; and that, in my regard, 
Of the unworthieft fiege. 

LAE. What part is that, my lord? 

Kin. A very riband in the cap of youth, 



io8 Hamlet. 

Yet needful too; for youth no lefs becomes 
The light and carelefs livery that it wears, 
Than fettl'd age his fables, and his weeds, 
Importing health, and gravenefs. Two months flnce 
Here was a gentleman of Normandy, 
I have feen myfelf, and ferv'd againft, the French, 
And they can well on horfe-back: but this gallant 
Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his feat; 
And to fuch wondrous doing brought his horfe, 
As he had been incorpf'd and demy-natur'd 
With the brave beaft: fo far he top'd my thought, 
That I, in forgery of fhapes and tricks, 
Come fhort of what he did. 

LAE. A Norman was't ? 

Kin. A Norman. 

LAE. Upon my life, Lamord. 

Kin. The very fame. 

LJE. I know him well; he is the brooch, indeed, 
And jem of all the nation. 

Kin. He made confeflion of you: 
And gave you fuch a mafterly report, 
For art and exercise in your defence, 
And for your rapier moft efpecial, 
That he cry'd out, 'Twould be a fight indeed, 
If one could match you; the fcrimers of their nation, 
He fwore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, 
If you oppos'd them : Sir, this report of his 
Did Hamlet fo envenom with his envy, 
That he could nothing do, but wim and beg 
Your fudden coming o'er, to play with you. 
Now, out of this, 

LAS . What out of this, my lord? 



Hamlet. 109 

Kin. Laertes, was your father dear to you? 
Or are you like the painting of a forroxv, 
A face without a heart? 

LAE. Why aflc you this? 

Kin. Not that I think, you did not lo\ r e your father; 
But that I know, love is begun by time; 
And that I fee, in paffages of proof, 
Time qualifies the fpark and fire of it. 
There lives within the very flame of love 
A kind of wick, or fnuff, that will abate it; 
And nothing is at a like goodnefs ftill; 
For goodnefs, growing to a plurify, 
Dies in his own too much: That we would do, 
We (hould do when we would: for this 'would changes, 
And hath abatements and delays as many, 
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; 
And then thisy^oaA/is like a fpend-thrift's figh, 
That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o'the ulcer: 
Hamlet comes back; What would you undertake, 
To fhow yourfelf indeed your father's foa 
More than in words? 

LAE. To cut his throat i' the church. 

Kin. No place, indeed, mould murther fandluarize; 
Revenge ihould have no bounds. But, good Laertes, 
Will you do this; keep clofe within your chamber r 
Hamlel, return'd, (hall know you are come home: 
We'll put on those mall praise your excellence, 
And fet a double varnidi on the fame 
The Frenchman gave you ; bring you, in fine, together, 
And wager o'er your heads: he, being remifs, 
Molt generous, and free from all contriving, 
Will not peruke the foils; fo that, with ease, 



I io Hamlet. 

Or with a little muffling, you may choose 
A fword unbated, and, in a pafs of pra&ice, 
Requite him for your father. 

LAE. I will do't: 

And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my fword. 
I bought an un&ion of a mountebank; 
So mortal, that, but dip a knife in it, 
Where it draws blood, no cataplasm fo rare, 
Collected from all fimples that have virtue 
Under the moon, can fave the thing from death, 
That is but fcratch'd withal: I'll touch my point 
With this contagion; that, if I gall him {lightly, 
It may be death. 

Kin. Let's further think of this ; 
Weigh what convenience, both of time and means, 
May fit us to our fhape: If this mould fail, 
And that our drift look through our bad performance, 
'Twere better not aflay'd ; therefore, this project 
Should have a back, or fecond, that might hold, 
]f this did blaft in proof. Soft; let me fee: 
We'll make a folemn wager on your cunnings, 
Iha't: 

When in your motion you are hot and dry, 
(As make your bouts more violent to that end) 
And that he calls for drink, I'll have prefer'd him 
A chalice for the nonce; whereon but fipping, 
If he by chance efcape your venom'd ftuck, 

Our purpose may hold there. But flay, what noise? 

Enter Queen. 
How now, fweet queen? 

Que. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, 
So fait they follow:-. 



Hamlet. m 

Your fitter's drown'd, Z-^r/Vj. 

LJE. Drown'd! o, where? 

Que There is a willow grows afcant the brook, 
That (hews his hoar leaves in the glafly ftream; 
Therewith fantallick garlands did fhe make, 
Of" crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, 
That liberal fheplierds give a grofTer name, 
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: 
Then on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds 
Clamb'ring to hang, an envious fliver broke; 
When down her weedy trophies, and herfelf, 
Fell in the weeping brook. Her cloaths fpread wide; 
And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up: 
Which time, ihe chaunted fnatches of old tunes; 
As one incapable of her own diflrefs, 
Or like a creature native and indu'd 
Unto that element: but long it could not be, 
'Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, 
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay 
To muddy death. 

LAE. Alas, then, fhe is drown'd? 

Que. Drown'd, drown'd. 

LAE. Too much of water haft thou, poor Ophelia, ' 
And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet 
It is our trick; nature her cuftom holds, 
Let fhame fay what it will: when these are gone, 
The woman will be out Adieu, my lord: 
I have a fpeech of fire; that fain would blaze, 
But that this folly drowns it. [Exit. 

Kin. Let's follow, Gertrude: 
How much I had to do to calm his rage! 
Now fear I, this will give it ftart again; 

9 There on 



112 Hamlet. 

. Therefore, let's follow. [Exeunt. 

ACT V. 

SCENE I. The fame. A Church -yard. 
Enter two Clowns, ixitb Spades, &c. 

I.C. Is (he to be bury'd in chriflian burial, that wil- 
fully feeks her own falvation r 

2. C. I tell thee, fhe is ; therefore, make her crave 
ftraight : the crowner hath fat on her, and finds it chrif- 
tian burial.- 

1. C. How can that be, unlefs fhe drown'd herfelf in 
her own defence? 

2. C. Why, 'tis found fo. 

I.C. It muft bey* offendendo\ it cannot be elfe. For 
here lies the point: If 1 drown myfelf wittingly, it ar- 
gues an aft: and an aft hath three branches; it is, to 
aft, to do, and to perform: argal, fhe drown'd herfelf 
wittingly. 

2. C. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver : 

i.C. Give me leave. Here "flies the water; good: 
heie~fftands the man; good: If the man go to this wa- 
ter, and drown himfelf, it is, will he, nill he, he goes; 
mark you that: but if the water come to him, and drown 
him, he drowns not himfelf: Argal, he, that is not guil- 
ty of his own death, fhortens not his own life. 

2. C. But is this law ? 

1. C. Ay, marry, is't; crowner's-quefl law. 

2. C. Will you ha' the truth on't? if this had not been 
a gentlewoman, (he ihould have been bury'd out of chrif- 
tian burial. 



Hamlet. 113 

1 . C. Why, there thou fay'fl : And the more pity ; that 
great folk mould have countenance in this world to 
drown or hang themfelves, more than their even chrift- 
en. Come, my fpade. [ftrips, and falls to digging.] There 
is no ancient gentlemen, but gardiners, ditchers, and 
grave-makers; they hold upddam's profeffion. 

2. C. Was he a gentleman? 

1. C. He was the firft that ever bore arms. 

2. C. Why, he had none. 

1 . C. What, art a heathen ? How doft thou underftand 
the fcripture? The fcripture fays, ,4/a/dig'd; Could he 
dig without arms ? I'll put another queftion to thee: if 
thou anfwer'ft me not to the purpose, confefs thyfelf 

2. C. Go to. 

l C. What is he, that builds ftronger than either the 
mafon, the fhip-wright, or the carpenter? 

2. C. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a 
thousand tenants. 

1. C. [ like thy wit well, in good faith; the gallows 
does well: But how does it well r it does well to those 
that do ill : now thou doft ill, to fay, the gallows is built 
ftronger than the church ; argal, the gallows may do well 
to thee. To't again; come. 

2. C. Whobuiidsftrongerthana mafon,a{hip-wright, 
or a carpenter? 

1 . C. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke. 

2. C. Marry, now I can tell. 
i.C. To't. 

2. C. Mafs, I cannot tell. 

Enter HAMLET, and HORATIO, 

at a Dijlance. 
i. C. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for your 

VOL. X, P 



rr4 Hamlet. 

dull afs will not mend his pace with beating: and, when 
you are afk'd this queftion next, fay, a grave-maker; the 
houses, that he makes, laft 'till dooms-day. Go, get thee 
to Yaugban, and fetch me a ftoop of liquor. 

\Exit fecond Clown. 
In youth luben 1 did love, did love, [fings. 

met bought, it iuas very faucet, 
to cor.traft, o, the time, for, ah, my behove ; 
o t methought, there ivas nothing fo meet. 
TJjiM. Has this fellow no feeling of his businefs? he 
fings in grave-making. 

HOR. Cuftom hath made it in him a property of ea- 
sinefs. 

HAM . "Pis e'en fo : the hand of little employment hath 
the daintier fenfe. 

I. C. But age, nvitb his jlealing fteps, [{ings. 

bath clavJd me in his clutch, 
and Jhipped me into the land, 
as if I had never beenfucb. 

[tbrcnvs up a Sc:i!L 

HAM. That fcull had a tongue in't, and could fing 
once; How the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it 
were Cains jaw-bone, that did the firft murther! This 
might be the pate of a politician, which this afs now 
o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God, might it 
not? 

HOR* It might, my lord. 

HAM. Or of a courtier; which could fay, Good morrow, 
fvoeet lord! Ho ! w doft thcu,jkveet lord? This might be my 
lord fuch a one, that prais'd my lord fuch a one's horfe, 
when he meant to beg it; might it not? 
H?R. Ay, my lord. 

9- nothing a meet 8 And Lath flipped- 



Hamlet. 1 1 5 

HAM. Why, e'en fo: and now ray lady worm's; chap- 
lefs.and knockt about the mazzard with afexton'sfpade: 
Here's fine revolution, an we had the trick to fee't. Did 
these bones coft no more the breeding, but to play at 
loggats with them? mine ake to think on't. 

J. C. A pickaxe, and a fpade, a Jpade, 

for and a Jhrowding Jbeet ; 
o, a pit tf clay for to be made 
for fucb a gueft is meet. 

[thronvs up another SculL 

HAM. There's another : Why may not that be the fcull 
of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his qualities, 
his cafes, his tenures, and his tricks ? why does he fuf- 
fer this rude knave now to knock him about tfve fconce 
with a dirty fhovel, and will not tell him of his action 
of battery ? Hum ! This fellow might be in's time a great 
buyer of land, with his ftatutes, his recognizances, his 
fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries: Is this the fine 
of his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have 
his fine pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch, 
him no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than 
the length and breadth of a pair of indentures ? the ve- 
ry conveyances of his lands will hardly lye in this box; 
and muft the inheritor himfelf have no more? ha? 

HOR. Not a jot more, my lord. 

HAM. Is no: parchment made of fheep-flcins? 

HOR. Ay, my lord, and of calves-fkins too. 

HAM. They are fheep, and calves, which feek out af- 
lurance in that. J will fpeak to this fellow : Whose 
grave's this, firrah ? 

j. C. Mine, fir 

O ; a fit of clay for to It made"" 



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1*6 Hamlet. 

BAM. I think, it be thine, indeed; for thou ly'ft in't. 

i. C. You lie out on't, fir; and, therefore, it is not 
yours : for my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine. 

HAM. Thou doft lie in't, to be in't, and fay, it is thine: 
'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore, thou ly'ft. 

i. C. 'Tis a quick lie, fir; 'twill away again, from 
me to you. 

HAM. What man doft thou dig it for? 

i. C. For no man, fir. 

HAM. What woman then? 

i . C. For none neither. 

HAM. Who is to be bury'd in't? 

i . C. One, that was a woman, fir; but, reft her foul, 
fte's dead. 

HAM. How abfolute the knave is! we muft fpeak by 
the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the lord, Ho- 
ratio, these three years I have taken note of it; the age 
is grown fo picked, that the toe of the peasant comes ib 

near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kybe. How 

long haft thou been a grave-maker? 

i. C. Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that day 
that our laft king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras. 

HAM. How long is that fince? 

i. C. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: 
It was that very day that young Hamlet was born; he 
that is mad, and fent into England. 

HAM. Ay, marry, why was he fent into England? 

i . C. Why, because he was mad : he mail recover his 
wits there; or, if he do not, 'tis no great matter there. 

HAM. Why? 

i. C. 'Twill not be feen in him there; there the men, 
are as mad as he. 



Hamlet. iiy 

HAM. How came he mad ? 

i. C. Very flrangely, they fay. 

HAM. How ftrangely ? 

i. C. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits. 

HAM. Upon what ground? 

i . C. Why, here in Denmark: I have been fexton here, 
man, and boy, thirty years. 

HAM. How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot ? 

i. C. 'Faith, if he be not rotten before he die, (as we 
have many pocky coarfes now-a-days, that will fcarce 
hold the laying in) he will laft you fome eight year, or 
nine year : a tanner will laft you nine year. 

HAM Why he more than another? 

I. C. Why, fir, his hide is fo tan'd with his trade, 
that he will keep out water a great while; and your wa- 
ter is a fore decayer of your whorfon dead body. Here's 
~f"a fcull now hath lain you i' the earth twenty three 
years. 

HAM. Whose was it ? 

i.C. A whorfon mad fellow's it was; Whose do you 
think it was? 

HAM . Nay, I know not. 

i.C. A peftilence on him for a mad rogue ! he pour'd 
a flagon of rhenim on my head once : This fame fcull, 
fir, was fir Torick's fcull, the king's jefter. 

HAM. This ? [takes the Scull. 

i. C. E'en that. 

HAM. Alas, poor Torick! I knew him, Horatio; a fel- 
low of infinite jeft, of moft excellent fancy : he hath born 
me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how ab- 
horr'd in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. 
Here hung those lips, that I have kifFd I know not how 

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Ii8 Hamlet. 

oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? yon? 
fongs? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet 
the table on a roar? not one now, to mock your own 
grinning.' quite chap-fain? Now get you to my lady's 
chamber, and tell her, Let her paint an inch thick, to 
this favour me mufl come; make her laugh at that._, 
Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. 

HOR. What's that, my lord? 

HAM. Doft thou think, Alexander look'd o' this fafliion. 
i' the earth? 

HOR. E'en fo. 

HAM. And fmelt fo? pah \ [throws it doivn. 

HOR. E'en fo, my lord. 

BAM. To what bafe ufes we may return, Horatio? Why 
may not imagination trace the noble dull of Alexander^ 
'till he find it flopping a bung-hole? 

HOR . 'Twere to confider too curioufly, to confider fo. 

HAM. No, 'faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither 
with modefly enough, and likelihood to lead it: As 
thus, Alexander dy'd, Alexander was bury'd, Alexander 
returneth to dult; the duft is earth; of earth we make 
lome; And why of that lome, whereto he was converted, 
might they not flop a beer- barrel? 

Imperial Caesar, dead, and turn'd to clay, 

Might flop a hole to keep the wind away: 

O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, 

Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw! 
But, foft, but foft, afide; here comes the king, 
Enter Priefb, c. infolemn Procejjion, 

a Ccjpn fcllctKJng: LAERTES, and Mourners, after it\ 

King, Queen, their trains, &c. 
The queen, the courtiers; Who is this they follow ? 



Hamtet. rip 

And with fuch maimed rites! This doth betoken, 
The coarfe, they follow, did with defperate hand 
Fore-do it's own life: 'Twas of fome eftate: 
Couch we a while, and mark. [retiring with Horatio. 

LAE. What ceremony elfe? [to the Priefls. 

HAM. That is Laertes, [to Horatio. 

A very noble youth : Mark. 

LAE. What ceremony elfe? 

I. P. Her obfequies have been as far enlarg'd 
As we have warranty: Her death was doubtful; 
And, but that great command o'er-fways the order, 
She mould in ground unfanftify'd have lodg'd, 
'Till the laft trumpet; for charitable prayers, 
Shards, flints, and pebbles, mould be thrown on her: 
Yet here me is allow'd her virgin rites,! 
Her maiden ftrewments, and the bringing home 
Of bell and burial. 

LAE. Muft there no more be done? 

i. P. No more be done; 
We mould prophane the fervice of the dead, 
To fing a requiem and fuch reft to her 
As to peace-parted fouls. 

LAE. Lay her i'the earth: [Coffin lay'd in, 

And from her fair and unpolluted flelh 
May violets fpring!_I tell thee, churlifli prieft, 
A miniftring angel mall my fifter be, 
When thou ly'ft howling. 

HAM. What, the fair Ophelia! 

>ue. Sweets to the fweet : [Jlreiving FIo-tvers.~\ Fare- 
well ! 

I hop'd, thou fhonld'fl: have been my Pfam'et's wife ; 
I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck'd, fweet maid, 



I2O Hamlet. 

And not have ftrew'd thy grave. 

LA s . O, treble woe 

Fall ten times treble on that curfed head, 
Whose wicked deed thy moft ingenious fenfe 

Depriv'd thee of! Hold off the earth a while, 

'Till I have caught her once more in mine arms: 

[leaps into the Gravt. 

Now pile your duft upon the quick and dead; 
'Till of this flat a mountain you have made, 
To o'er-top old Pelion, or the fkyiih head 
Of blue Olympus. 

HAM. What is he, \_ad<vaneing."\ whose grief 
Bears fuch an emphafis? whose phrase of forrow 
Conjures the wandring ftars, and makes them ftand 
Like wonder-wounded hearers: this is I, 
Hamlet the Dane. \_Uaps too in the Grave. 

LAE. The devil take thy foul! [grappling 'with him. 

HAM. Thou pray'lt not well. 
I pr'ythee, take thy ringers from my throat; 
For, though I am not fplenitive and rafli, 
Yet have 1 in me fomething dangerous, 
"Which let thy wisdom fear: Hold off thy hand. 

Kin. Pluck them afunder. 

<gue. Hamlet, Hamlet! 

Att. Gentlemen, [the Attendants part them. 

HOR. Good my lord, be quiet. [to Hamlet. 

[they come out of the Grave. 

HAM. Why, T will fight wich him upon this theme, 
Until my eye-lids will no longer wag. 

>ue. O my fon, what theme? 

HAM. I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers 
Could not with all their quantity of love 



Hamlet. 121 

Make up my fum._What wilt thou do for her? 

Kin. O, he is mad, Laertes. 

$)ue. For love of God, forbear him. 

HAM. 'Zounds, fliow me what thou't do: 

Wou't weep? wou't fight? wou't fart? wou't tear thyfelf ? 

Wou't drink up Elfil? eat a crocodile? 

I'll do't. Doft thou come here to whine? 

To out-face me with leaping in her grave? 

Be bury'd quick with her; and fo will I : 

And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw 

Millions of acres on us; 'till our ground, 

Sindging his pate againft the burning zone, 

Make Offa like a wart: Nay, an thou'lt mouth, 

I'll rant as well as thou. 

?ue. This is meer madnefs : 
And thus a while the fit will work on him;- 
Anon, as patient as the female dove, 
When that her golden couplets are difclos'd, 
His filence will fit drooping. 

HAM. Hear you, fir; 

What is the reason that you use me thus? 
I lov'd you ever: But it is no matter; 
Let Hercules himfelf do what he may, 
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. 

[Exit HAMLET. 

Kin. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him 

[Exit HORATIO. 
Strengthen your patience in our laft night's fpeech; 

We'll put the matter to the present pufh. 

Good'Gertrude, fet fome watch over your fon 

[Exit Queen, &c. 
This grave fhall have a living monument: 

6 Efill, 






1 22 Hamlet. 

An hour of quiet thereby fhall we fee; 

'Till then in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. The fame. A Hall in the Cajlle. 
Enter HAMLET, and HORATIO. 

HAM. So much for this, fir: now ftiall you fee the 

other; 
You do remember all the circumftance? 

HOR. Remember it, my lord! 

HAM. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, 
That would not let me fleep; methought, I lay 
Worfe than the mutines in the bilboes. Rafhnefs 
(And prais'd be rafhnefs for it!) lets us know, 
Our indifcretion fometime ferves us well, 
When our deep plots do fail: and that fhould teach us, 
There's a divinity that fhapes our ends, 
Rough-hew them how we will. 

HOR. That is mod certain. 

HAM. Up from my cabin, 
My fea-gown fcarft about me, in the dark 
Grop'd 1 to find out them : had my desire; 
Finger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew 
To mine own room again : making fo bold, 
My fears forgetting manners, to unfeal 
Their grand commifiion ; where I found, Horatie, 
A royal knavery; an exaft command, 
Larded with many feveral forts of reasons, 
Importing Denmark's health, and England's too, 
With, ho, fuch bugs and goblins in my life, 
That, on the fupervi/e, no leisure bated, 
No, not to Itay the grinding of the axe, 
My head fhould be itrook cff. 

* rsfr.ly, J let o S doe fall, 



Hamlet. 123 

HOR. Is'tpoffible? 

HAM. Here's the^commiffion; read it at more lei- 
sure. 
But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed? 

HOR. Ay, 'befeech you. 

HAM. Being thus benetted round with villanies, 
Or I could make a prologae to my brains, 
They had begun the play; I fat me down; 
Devis'd a new commiffion; wrote it fair: 
J once did hold it, as our ftatifts do, 
A bafenefs to write fair, and labour'd much 
How to forget that learning; but, fir, now 
It did me yeoman's fervice : Wilt thou know 
The effeft of what I wrote? 

HOR. Ay, good my lord. 

HAM. An earneft conjuration from the king," 
As England was his faithful tributary; 
As love between them like the palm might flourifh; 
As peace fhould flill her wheaten garland wear, 
And (land a commere 'tween their amities ; 
And many fuch like as's of great charge, 
That, on the view and knowing of these contents, 
Without debatement further, more, or lefs, 
He fhould the bearers put to fudden death, 
Not fhriving time allow'd. 

HOR. How was this feal'd? 

HAM. Why, even in that was heaven ordinant; 
I had my father's fignet in my purfe, 
Which was the model of that Danijh feal: 
3f folded the writ up in form of the other; 
Subfcrib'd it; gav't the impreffion; plac'd it fafely, 
The changeling never known: Now, the next day 

6 villaines, * Comma 



124 Hamlet. 

Was our fea-fight; and what to this was fequent 
Thou know'ft already. 

HOR. So Guilaenjhrn and Rosittcraniz go to't. 

BAM, Why, man, they did make love to this employ- 
ment; 

They are not near my confcience ; their defeat 
Does by their own infinuation grow: 
'Tis dangerous, when the bafer nature comes 
Between the pafs and fell incenfed points 
Of mighty opposites. 

HOR. Why, what a king is this ! 

HJM. Does it not, think thee, ftand me now upon? 
He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother; 
Popt in between the election and my hopes; 
Thrown out his angle for my proper life, 
And with fuch cous'nage; is't not perfect confcience, 
To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd, 
To let this canker of our nature come 
In further evil. 

HOR. It muft be (hortly known to him from England, 
What is the ifiue of the businefs there. 

HAM. It will be Ihort: the interim is mine; 
And a man's life's no more than to fay, one. 
But I am very forry, good Horatio, 
That to Laertes I forgot myfelf ; 
For by the image of my cause I fee 
The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours: 
But, fure, the bravery of his grief did put me 
into a towering paffion. 

HOR. Peace ; who comes here? 

Enter OSRICK, a Courtier. 

Gtx. Your lor Jfhip is right welcome back toDenmark. 



Hamlet. 125 

HA:.I. I humbly thank you, fir._" Dofl know this " 
" water-fly?" 

HOR. " No, my good lord." 

HAM. " Thy ftate is the more gracious; for 'tis a" 
" vice, to know him: He hath much land, and fertil:" 
" let a bead be lord of beads, and his crib (hall (land" 
" at the king's mefs : 'tis a cough; but, as I fay, fpa-" 
*' cious in the posseflion of dirt." 

OSR. Sweet lord, if your lordmip were at leisure, I 
fhould impart a thing to you from his majefty. 

HAM. \ will receive it, fir, with all diligence of fpirit: 
Your bonnet to his right ufe ; 'tis for the head. 

OSR. I thank your lordmip, 'tis very hot. 

HAM. No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is nor- 
therly. 

OSR, It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. 

HAM. But yet, methinks, it is very fultry and hot j or 
my complexion 

Os R. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very fultry, as 't 
were; I cannot tell how. My lord, his majefty bad me 
fignify to you, that he has lay'd a great wager on your 
head: Sir, this is the matter; 

HAM. I befeech you, remember. 

OSR. Nay, good my lord ; for my ease, in good faith* 
Sir, here is newly come to court, Laertes: believe me, 
an abfolute gentleman, full of moft excellent differences, 
of very foft fociety,and great mowing: Indeed, to fpeak 
feelingly of him, he is the very card or kalendar of gen- 
try ; for you (hall find in him the continent of what part 
a gentleman would fee. 

HAM. Sir, his definement fuffers no perdition in you; 
though, I know, to divide him inventorially, would diz- 



lz6 Hamlet. 

zy the arithmetick of memory; and yet but raw nei- 
ther, in refpecl: of his quick fail. But, in the verity of 
extolment, I take him to be a foul of great article; and 
his infusion of fuch dearth and rarenefs, as, to make true 
diftion of him, his femblable is his mirror; and, who 
elfe would trace him, his umbrage, nothing more. 

OSR. Your lordftiip fpeaks moft infallibly of him. 

HAM. The concernancy, fir? why do we wrap the 
gentleman in our more rawer breath? 

OSR. Sir? 

HOR. " Is't not poflible to underftand in another" 
" tongue? You will do't, fir, rarely." [to Hamlet. 

HAM.. What imports the nomination of this gentle- 
man ? 

OSR. Of Laertes? 

HOR. " His purfe is empty already; all's golden" 

words are fpent." 

HAM. Of him, fir? 

OSR. I know, you are not ignorant 

HAM, I would, you did, fir;_yet, in faith, if you did, 
it would not much approve me: Well, fir. 

OSR. You are not ignorant of what excellence La- 
ertes is: 

HAM . I dare not confefs that, left I mould compare 
with him in excellence; for, to know a man well, were 
to know himfelf. 

OSR. I mean, fir, for his weapon ; but in the impu- 
tation lay'd on him by them : in this meed he's unfel- 
low'd. 

HAM. What's his weapon ? 

OSR. Rapier and dagger. 

. That's two of his weapons : but, well. 

really. *5 excellence, but to *8 jn his meed 



Hamlet. 127 

OSR. The king, fir, has wager'd with him fixBarlary 
horfes: againft the which he has impon'd, as { take it, 
fix French rapiers and poniards, with their affigns, as gir- 
dle, hanger, and fo; three of the carriages, in faith, are 
very dear to fancy, very refponfive to the hilts, moft de- 
licate carriages, and of very liberal conceit. 

HJM. What call you the carriages? 

HOR. " I knew, you muft be edify'd by the marg-" 
" ent, ere you had done." [to Hamlet. 

OSR. The carriages, fir, are the hangers. 

HAM. The phrase would be more germane to the mat- 
ter, if we could carry a cannon by our 'fides ; I would, 
it might be hangers 'till then. But, on: SixBarbary horfes, 
againft fix French fwords, their affigns, and three liberal- 
conceited carriages ; that's the French bet againft the 
Danijh ; Why is this impon'd, as you call it? 

OSR. The king, fir, hath lay'd, that, in a dozen pafles 
between yourfelf and him, he (hall not exceed you three 
hits: he hath lay'd on twelve for nine; and it would 
come to immediate trial, if your lordftiip would vouch- 
fafe the anfwer. 

HAM. How if I anfwer, no ? 

OSR. I mean, my lord, the opposition of your perfon 
in trial. 



. Sir, I will walk here in the hall; if it please his 
jnajefly,it is the breathing time of day with me, let the 
foils be brought: the gentleman willing, and the kin^; 
holding his purpose, I will win for him, an I can ; if not, 
I will gain nothing but my iliame, and the odd hits. 

GSR. Shall I deliver you fo? 

HAM^ To that effeft, fir; after what flourifh your na- 
ture will. 



128 Hamlet. 

OSR. I commend my duty to your lordfliip. 

HAM. Yours, yours [Exit OSRICK.] He does well, 

to commend it himfelf ; there are no tongues elfe for's 
turn. 

HOR. This lapwing runs away with the fhell on his 
head. 

HAM. He did compliment with his dug, before he 
fuck'd it. Thus has he (and many more of the fame 
breed, that, I know, the droffy age dotes on) only got 
the tune of the time, an outward habit of encounter; a 
kind of yefty collection, that carries them through and 
through the moil fan'd and winnow'd opinions; and, do 
but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are out. 
Enter another Courtier. 

Cou. My lord, his majetfy commended him to you 
by young Osrick, who brings back to him, that you at- 
tend him in the hall: he fends to know, if your pleasure 
hold to play with Laertes, or that you will take longer 
time. 

HAM. I am conftant to my purposes, they follow the 
king's pleasure: if his fitnefs fpeaks, mine is ready; 
now, or whenfoever, provided I be fo able as now. 

Cou. The king, and queen, and all are coming down. 

HAM. In happy time. 

Cou. The queen desires you, to use fome gentle en- 
teitainment to Laertes, before you fall to play. 

HAM. She well inftrudls me. [Exit Courtier. 

HOR. You will lose this wager, my lord. 

HAM. I do not think fo; fince he went into France, I 
have been in continual practice; I (hall win at the odds. 
Thou would'ft not think, how ill all's here about my 
heart: but it is no matter. 

7 Ccmplie and outward '* fond . 



Hamlet. 129 

HOR. Nay, good my lord, 

HAM. It is but foolery; but it is fuch a kind of 'gain- 
giving, as would, perhaps, trouble a woman. 

HOR. If your mind diflike any thing, obey it: I will 
foreftal their repair hither, and fay, you are not fit. 

HAM. Not a whit, we defy augury; there is fpecial 
providence in the fall of a fparrow. If it be now, 'tis 
not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if ic 
be not now, yet it will come: the readinefs is all: Since 
rio man, of ought he leaves, knows, what is't to leave 
betimes? Let be. 

Enter King, Queen, LAERTES, Lords, OSR.ICK, 
and Others; Attendants with Foils, &c. 

Kin. Come, Hamlet, come, and take this "J~ hand from 
me. 

HAM. Give me your pardon, fir: I have done you 

wrong; 

But pardon 't, as you are a gentleman. 
This presence knows, 

And you muft needs have heard, how I am punifh'd. 
With fore diftraftion : What I have done, 
That might your nature, honour, and exception, 
Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madnefs. 
Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet: 
If Hamlet from himfelf be ta'en away, 
And, when he's not himfelf, does wrong Latrtes, 
Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it. 
Who does it then? His madnefs: If't be fo, 
Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd; 
His madnefs is poor Hamlet's enemy. 
Let my difclaiming from a purpos'd evil 
Free me fo far in your tnoft generous thoughts, 

VOL. X. Q 



ryy Hamler. 

That I have {hot my arrow o'er the houfe. 
And hurt my brother. 

LAE. I am fatiffy'd in nature, 
Whose motive, in this cafe, mould ftir me moft 
To my revenge: but in my terms of honour 
I Hand aloof; and will no reconcilement, 
'Till by fonae elder mailers, of known honour, 
I have a voice and precedent of peace, 
To keep my name ungor'd: But, 'till that time, 
I do receive your offer'd love like love, 
And will not wrong it. 

HAM. I embrace it freely; 
And will this brother's wager frankly play. _ 
Give us the foils; come on. 

LAE. Come, one for me. 

HAM. I'll be your foil, Lasrtes; in mine ignorance 
Your fldll (hall, like a ftar i' the darkeil night, 
Stick fiery off indeed. 

LAE. You mock me, fir. 

HAM. No, by this ~f hand. 

Kin. Give them the foils, young OsricL-. Cousin 

Hamlet, 
You know the wager? 

HAM . Very well, my lord : 
Your grace hath lay'd the odds o' the weaker fide. 

Kin. I do not fear it; I have feen you both: 

But fince he is better'd, you have therefore odds. 

\they prepare to play. 

LAE. This is too heavy, let me fee another, [gth ? 

HAM. This likes me well : These foils have all a len- 

GSR. Ay, my good lord. 

Enter Attendants, nuitb Wine. 

8 preCdent *7 better'd, we have 






Hamlet. 131 

Kin. Set me the (loops of wine upon that table :_ 
If Hamlet give the firft, or fecond, hit, 
Or quit in anfwer of the third exchange, 
Let all the battlements their ord'nance fire; 
The king (hall drink to Hamlet's better breath; 
And in the cup an union (hall he throw, 
Richer than that which four fucceflive kings 
In Denmark" 1 * crown have worn: Give me the cups; 
And let the kettle to the trumpet fpeak, 
The trumpet to the cannoneer without, 
The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth, 

Now the king drinks to Hamlet. Come, begin; _ 

And you, the judges, bear a wary eye. 

HAM. Come on, fir. 

LAE. Come, my lord. [A Flourijb. They play. 

HAM. One. 

LAE. No. 

HAM. Judgment? 

OSK. A hit, a very palpable hit. 

LAE. Well, again. 

Kin. Stay, give me drink -.Hamlet, this'fpearl is 

thine ; 

Here's to thy health {drinks, and puts Poison in the Cup. 
Give him the cup. \Flourijh. Ordinance within. 

HAM. I'll play this bout firft, fet it by a while 
Come. \J>lay.~\ Another hit; What fay you? 

LAE. I do confefs't. 

Kin. Our fon mall win. 

Que. He's fat, and fcant of breath 
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows: 
The queen carowses to thy fortune, Hamlet. 

HAM. 3Tan& ou, good madam. 



13* Hamlet. 

Kin. Gertrude, do not drink. 

Que. I will, my lord ; I pray you, pardon me. 

[drinks, and tenders tbe Cup to Hamlet. 

Kin. " It is the poison'd cup; it is too late." 

HAM. I dare not drink yet, madam ; by and by. 

Que. Come, let me wipe thy face. 

LAE. My lord, I'll hit him now. 

Kin. I do not think 't. 

LAE. " And yet it is almoft againft my confcience.'* 

HJM. Come, for the third: Laertes, you but dally; 

I pray you, pafs with your beft violence; 
I am afeard, you make a wanton of me. 

LAE. Say you fo? come on, [they play, 

OSR. Nothing neither way^ 

LAE. Have at you now. [ptay again. 

Laertes wounds Hamlet: a Scuffle enfues', they change 
Rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes. 

Kin. Part them, they are incenf'd. 

HAM. Nay, come again. \Queenfalls. 

Osx. Look to the queen there, ho! 

Hon. They bleed on both fides :_ 
How is't, my lord ? 

OSR. How is't, Laertes? [rick j 

LAB. Why, as a woodcock to my own fprindge, Oj- 
I am juftly kill'd with mine own treachery. 

HAM. How does the queen? 

Kin. She fwoons to fee them bleed. 

)ue. No, no, the drink, the drink, __O my dear 

Hamlet! 
The drink, the drink ; \ am poison'd ! {dies. 

HAM. O villany!_Ho! let the door be lock'd: 
Treachery ! feek it out. [Laertes/*//;. 



Hamlet. 133 

LAX. It is here, Hamlet : Hamlet, thou art flain; 
No med'cine in the world can do thee good, 
In thee there is not half an hour's life; 
The treacherous inftrument is in thy hand, 
Unbated, and envenom'd: the foul practice 
Hath turn'd itfelf on me; lo, here I lye, 
Never to rise again: Thy mother's poison'd; 
I can no more; the king, the king's to blame. 

HAM. The point envenom'd too!_ 
Then, venom, to thy work. \_flabs the King* 

Att. Treason ! treason! 

Kin. O, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt. 

HAM. Here, rhou inceftuous,murd'rous, damned Dane, 
Drink off this ~}~ potion: Is the union here? 
Follow my mother, [King dies. 

LAE. He is juftly ferv'd; 

It is a poison temper'd by himfelf. 

Exchange forgivenefs with me, noble Hamlet: 
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee; 
Nor thine on me ! [Laertes dies. 

HAM. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee 

I am dead, Horatio: Wretched queen, adieu! 

You that look pale and tremble at this chance, 
That are but mutes or audience to this aft, 
Had I but time, (as this fell ferjeant, death, 
Ji ftricl in his arreft) o, I could tell you, 
But let it bs-. Horafjo, I am dead; 
Thou liv'ft; report me and my cause aright 
To the nnfatiffy'd. 

HOR. Never believe it; 
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane, 
Here's yet fome liquor left. 



134 Hamlet. 



. As thou'rt a man, 
Give me the cup; let go; by heaven, I'll ha't._ 

God ! _ Horatio, what a wounded name, 

Things ftanding thus unknown, fliall live behind me? 
If thou didft ever hold me in thy heart, 
Abfent thee from felicity a while, [Firings within* 

And in this harm world draw thy breath in pain, 
To tell my ftory What warlike noise is this ? 

OSR . Young Fortinbras, with conqueft come from Po~ 

land, 

To the embafladors of England gives 
This warlike volly. 

HAM. O, I die, Horatio; 
The potent poison quite o'er-crows my fpirit. 

1 cannot live to hear the news from England: 
But I do prophefy, the election lights 

On Fort infant i he has my dying voice; 

So tell him, with the occurrents, more and lefs, 

Which have follicited, The reft is filence. 

[Jinks, and dies. 

HOR. Now cracks a noble heart :_Good night,fweet 

prince ; 

And flights of angels fing thee to thy reft!_ 
Why does the drum come hither? [March ivitbin, 

Enter FORTINBRAS, /* Embafladors, and Others. 

FOR. Where is this fight? 

HOR. What is it, you would fee? 
If ought of woe, or wonder, ceafe your fearch. 

FOR. This quarry cries on havock:_O proud death, 
What feaft is toward in thine eternal cell, 
That thou fo many princes, at a fhot, 
So bloodily haft ftrqok ? 



Hamlet, 135 

* . E. The fight is dismal ; 
And our affairs from England come too late: 
The ears are fenfelefs, that mould give us hearing, 
To tell him, his commandment is fulfii'd, 
That Rosincrantz and Guildenftern are dead: 
Where ftiould we have our thanks? 

HOR. Not from his ~f" mouth, 
Had it the ability of life to thank you ; 
He never gave commandment for their death. 
But fince, fo jump upon this bloody queftion, 
You from the P alack wars, and you from England 
Are here arriv'd, give order, that these bodies 
High on a ftage be placed to the view ; 
And let me fpeak, to the yet unknowing world, 
How these things came about: So fhall you hear 
Of cruel, bloody, and unnatural acts ; 
Of accidental judgments, casual flaughters; 
Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause; 
And, in this up-fhot, purposes miftook 
Fall'n on the inventors' heads : all this can I 
Truly deliver. 

FOR. Let us hafte to hear it, 
And call the nobleffe to the audience. 
For me, with forrow I embrace my fortune ; 
I have fome rights of memory in this kingdom, 
Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me. 

HOR. Of that I fliall have alfo cause to fpeak, 
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more : 
But let this fame be presently perform'd, 
Even while men's minds are wild; left more mifchance, 
On plots, and errors, happen. 

FOK. Let four captains 

*J noble 

Q4 



136 Hamlet. 

Bear Hamlet, like a foldier, to the flage; 

For he was likely, had he been put on, 

To have prov'd moft royally: and, for his paflage, 

The foldiers' musick, and the right of war, 

Speak loudly for him._ 

Take up the bodies: Such a fight as this 

Becomes the field, but here mows much amifs. 
Go, bid the foldiers moot. \A dead March 

Exeunt folemnly, bearing off the Bodies; after which, 
a Peal of Ordinance is Jhot off. 



OTHELLO. 



Perfons represented. 

Duke of Venice; 

Brabantio, a Senator} 

two other Senators: 

Othello, a noble Moor, in their Service} 

Caflio, his Lieutenant; 

I a go, his Ancient. 

Montano, chifin Command at Cyprus, before Othello, 

Gratiano, Brother 7 Brabantio . 

JLodovico, Kinsman j 

Roderigo, a young Venetian, in Love 'with Desdemona. 

Officer i of the Duke, tivo ; Gentlemen, four. 

Clown, a Domejiick of Othello'/. 

a Musician, Herald, Mejfcnger, and Sailor. 

Desdemona, Brabantio'j Daughter, marry* j to Othello. 

Emilia, Wife to lago. 

Bianca, a Courtezan, Mijlrefs to Caflio. 

Divers other Attendants, Officers, People, &c. 

Sfeae, during the frft Aft, in Venice ; afttrivarn'f, 
at a Sea-port in Cyprus. 



OTHELLO. 



ACT: i. 

SCENE I. Venice. A Street. 
Enter RODERIGO, I A GO following. 

ROD. Never tell me, I take it much unkindly, 
That thou, lago who haft had my purfe, 
As if the firings were thine, fhouldft know of this; 

IAG. But you'll not hear me: 
If ever I did dream of fuch a matter, 

ROD. Thou toldft me, thou didft hold him in thyhate. 

IAG. Defpise me, if I do not. Three great ones of 

the city, 

In perfonal fuit to make me his lieutenant, 
Off-cap'd to him; and, by the faith of man, 
I know my price, I am worth no worfe a place: 
But he, as loving his own pride and purposes, 
Evades them, with a bombaft circumflance, 
Horribly ftuft with epithets of war; 
And, in conclusion, 
Non-fuits my mediators; for, certes, fays he, 

5 matter, abhorre me. 



4 Othello. 

/ have already ckose my officer. 

And. what was he? 

Forfooth, a great arithmetician, 

One Michael Caffio, a Florentine, 

A fellow almoft damn'd in a fair face; 

That never fet a fquadron in the field, 

Nor the division of a battle knows 

More than a fpinfter; unlefs the bookim theorique, 

Wherein the toged confuls can propose 

As mafterly as he: racer prattle, without praftice, 

Is all his foldierfhip. gut he, fir, had the eleftion: 

And 1, of whom his eyes had feen the proof, 

At Rhodes', at Cyprus^ and on other grounds, 

Chriftian, and heathen, muft be be-lee'd and calm'd 

By debtor and creditor, this counter-carter; 

He, in good time, muft his lieutenant be, 

And I (God blefs the mark!) his moorfhip's ancient. 

ROD. Byheaven, I rather would have been hishangman. 

7>c. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curfe of fervice; 
Preferment goes by letter, and affe&ion, 
And not by old gradation, where each fecond 
Stood heir to the firft. Now, fir, be judge yourfelf, 
Whether I in any juft term am affin'd 
To love the Moor. 

ROD. I would not follow him then. 

IJG. O, fir, content you; 
I follow him to ferve my turn upon him: 
We cannot all be matters, nor all mafters 
Cannot be truly feliow'd. You (hall mark 
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, 
That, doting on his own obfequious bondage, 
Wears out his time, much like his matter's afs, 

J fa're Wife) 



Othello. $ 

For nought but provender, and, when he's old, cafliier'd; 
Whip me fuch honeft knaves: Others there are, 
Who, trim'd in forms and visages of duty, 
Keep yec their hearts attending on themfelves; 
And, throwing but mows of fervice on their lords, 
Do well thrive by them, and, when they have lin'd their 

coats, 

Do themfelves homage: these fellows have fome foul; 
And fuch a one do 1 profefs myfelf. 
For, fir, 

It is as fure as you are Roderlgo, 
Were I the Moor, I would not be lago: 
In following him, I follow but myfelf; 
Heaven is my judge, not 1 for love and duty, 
But feeming fo, for my peculiar end : 
For when my outward adlion doth demonftrate 
The native aft and figure of my heart 
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after 
But I will wear my heart upon my fleeve 
For daws to peck at; I am not what I am. 

ROD. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe, 
If he can carry't thus! 

IAG. Call up her father, 

Rouze him: make after him, poison his delight, 
Proclaim him in the ftreets; incenfe her kinsmen, 
And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, 
Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, 
Yet throw fuch changes of vexation on't, 
As it may lose fome colour. 

ROD. Here is her father's houfe, I'll call aloud. 

[going tonvardf the Door. 

IJG. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire yell. 



6 Othello. 

As when, by night and negligence, the firfi 
Is fpy'd in populous cities. 

ROD. What ho, Brabantio! fignior Brabantio, ho! 

IAG. Awake! what ho, Brabantio ! thieves, thieves* 

thieves \ 

Look to your houfe, your daughter, and your bags! 
Thieves! thieves! [fummons? 

BRA. [within.] What is the reason of this terrible 
What is the matter there? 

ROD. Signior, is all your family within ? 

IAG. Are your doors lock'd ? 

BRA. [ivithin.~\ Why? wherefore afk you this? [wn; 

I AC. Sir, you are rob'd; for fhame, put on your go- 
Your heart is burft, you have loft half your foul; 
Even now, now, very now, an old black ram 
Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise; 
Awake the fnorting citizens with the bell, 
Or elfe the devil will make a grandfire of you : 
Arise, I fay. 

BRA. What, have you loft your wits? 

[appearing above, at a Window. 

ROD. Moft reverend fignior, do you know my voice? 

BRA. Not I; What are you? 

ROD. My name is Roderigo. 

BRA. The worfe welcome: 

I have charg'd thee, not to haunt about my doors: 
In honeft plainnefs thou haft heard me fay, 
My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madnefs, 
(Being full of fupper, and diftempering draughts) 
Upon malicious bravery, doft thou come 
To tfart my quiet: 

ROD. Sir, fir, fir,""* 



Othello. 7 

BRA. But thou muft needs be fure, 
My fpirit, and my place, have in their power 
To make this bitter to thee. 

ROD. Patience, good fir. 

BRA. What telPft thou me of robbing? this is Venice^ 
My houfe is not a grange. 

ROD. Moft grave Brabantio, 
In fimple and pure foul I come to you. 

IAG. 'Zounds, fir, you are one of those, that will not 
ferve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do 
you fervice, you think we are ruffians: You'll have your 
daughter cover'd with a Barbary horfe; you'll have your 
nephews neigh to you: you'll have courfers for cousins, 
and gennets for germans. 

BRA. What prophane wretch art thou ? 

IAG. I am one, fir, that comes to tell you, your 
daughter and the Moor are now making the bead with 
two backs. 

BRA. Thou art a villain. 

IAG. You are a fenator. 

BRA. This thou malt anfwer; I know thee, Rsderigo* 

ROD. Sir, I will anfwer any thing. But I befeech you, 
If't be your pleasure, and molt wise confent, 
(As partly, I find, it is) that your fair daughter 
25e, at this odd even and dull watch o' the night, 
Tranfported with no worfe nor better guard, 
But with a knave of common hire, a gondalier,"" 
To the grofs clafps of a lafcivious Moor. 
If this be known to you, and your allowance, 
We then have done you bold and faucy wrongs; 
But, if you know not this, my manners tell me, 
We have your wrong rebuke, Do not believe. 



8 Othello. 

That, from the fenfe of all civility, 

I thus would play and trifle with your reverence: 

Your daughter, if you have not giv'n her leave,"* 

I fay again, hath made a grofs revolt; 

Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes, 

On an extravagant and wheeling ftranger, 

Of here and every where: Straight fatilfy yourfelf; 

Jf {he be in her chamber, or your houfe, 

Let loofe on me the juftice of the ftate, 

For thus deluding you. 

BRA. Strike on the tinder, ho! 
Give me a taper; call up all my people :_ 
This accident is not unlike my dream. 
Belief of it opprefies me already :__ 
Light, I fay! light! [Exit, from above* 

IAG. Farewel ; for I muft leave you: 
Jt feems not meet, nor wholefome to my place, 
To be produc'd (as, if I flay, I fhall) 
Againft the Moor: For, I do know, the ftate- 
However this may gall him with fome check, 
Cannot with fafety caft him; for he's embark'd 
With fuch loud reason to the Cyprus' war, 
(Which even now ftands in aft) that, for their fouls, 
Another of his fathom they have not, 
To lead their businefs on : in which regard, 
Though I do hate him as I do hell pains, 
Yet, tor neceffity of present life, 
I muft lhew out a flag and fign of love, 
Which is indeed but fign. That you mall furely find him, 
Lead to the fagittar the raised fearch; 
And there will I be with him. So, farewel. [Exit. 

Enter, below, BRABANTIO, and Servants, 

6 In an *z \varres 



Othello. 9 

with Lights. 

"BRA. Tt is too true an evil: gone (he is; 
And what's to come of my defpised time,. 

Is nought but bitternefs Now, Roaerigo, 

Where didit thou fee her? O unhappy girl! 

With the Moor, fay 'it thou ?_ Who would be a father?^ 

How didll thou know 'twas flier O, ihe deceives me 

Paft thought ! What (aid (he to you ? Get more tapers ; 

Raise all my kindred. Are they marry'd, think you? 

ROD. Truly, I think, they are. 

BRA. O heaven! How got (he out? O treason of 

the blood !_ 

Fathers, from hence truft not your daughters' minds 
By what you. fee them aft Are there not charms, 
By which the property of youth and maidhood 
May be abus'd? have you not read, Raderigo, 
Of fome fuch thing? 

ROD. Yes, fir; i have, indeed. [her!_ 

BRA. Call up my brother O, would you had had 

Some one way, fome another Do you know 

Where we may apprehend her and the Moor? 

ROD. I think, I can difcover him; if you please 
To get good guard, and go along with me. 

BRA. Pray you, lead on. At every houfe I'll call, 
I may command at molt :_ Get weapons, hoi 
And raise fome fpecial officers of might. _ 
On, good Rdderigo; I'll deserve your pains. \Exemt. 

SCENE II. The fame. Another Street. 
Enter OTHELLO; I A c o , and Others, with him. 
IJG. Though in the trade of war I have flain men, 
Yet do I hold it very itaff o' che conference, 

VOL. X. R 



jo Othello. 

To do no contriv'd murthef ; I lack iniquity 

Sometimes, to do me fervice: Nine or ten times 

I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs. 

OTH. 'Tis better as it is. 

IAG. Nay, but he prated, 
And fpoke fuch fcurvy and provoking terms 
Againft your honour, 
That, with the little godlinefs I have, 
I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, fir, 
Are you faft marry'd? Be aflur'd of this, 
That the magnifico is much belov'd; 
And hath, in his effect, a voice potential 
As double as the duke's: he will divorce you; 
Or put upon you what reftraint, or grievance, 
The law (with all his might, to enforce it on) 
Will give him cable. 

OTH. Let him do his fpite: 
My fervices, which 1 have done the figniory, 
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know, 
(Which, when I know that boafting is an honour, 
I (hall promulgate) I fetch my life and being 
From men of royal fiege ; and my demerits 
May fpeak, and bonnetted, to as proud a fortune 
As this that I have reach'd : For know, Iago t 
But that I love the gentle Desdemona, 
I would not my unhoused free condition 
Put into circumfcription and confine 
For the fea's worth. But, look ! what lights come yond*? 
Enter, at a Di fiance, CASSIO, and certain Officers, 

I -r* / 

ivitb v arches. 

IAG. Those are the raised father, and his friends: 
You were beft go in. 

23 fpeake (unbonnetted) 



Othello. 1 1 

OTff . Not I : I muft be found ; 
My parts, my title, and my perfeft foul, 
Shall manifeft me rightly. Is it they? 
IAG. By Janus, I think no. 

OTH. The fervants of the duke, and my lieutenanti 
The goodnefs of the night upon you, friends! 
What is the news ? 

CAS. The duke does greet you, general; 
And he requires your hafte, poft-hafte appearance, 
Even on the inftant. 

OTH. What is the matter, think you? 

CAS. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine; 
It is a businefs of fome heat: the gallies 
Have fent a dozen fequent meflengers 
This very night, at one another's heels} 
And many of the confuls, rais'd, and met, 
Are at the duke's already: You have been hotly call'd for; 
When being not at your lodging to be found, 
The fenate hath fent about three feveral quells, 
To fearch you out. 

OTH. 'Tis well I am found by you. 
I will but fpend a word here in the houfe, 
And go with you. [Exit. 

C^s. Ancient, what makes he here? 

IAG. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land-carrack; 
If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever. 

CAS. I do not underfland. 

IAG. He's marry'd. 

CAS. To who? 

Re-enter OTHELLO. 

IAG. Marry, to Come, captain, will you go? 

Ota. Have with you. " 

Rz 



12 Othello. 

Os. Here comes another troop to feck for yoni 

Enter BRABAWTIP, RODERIGO, and Others, 

with Lights, and Weapons. 

IAG. It is Brabantio:. general, be advis'd; 
He comes to bad intent. 

Oru. Hola! Hand there! 

ROD. Signior, it is the Mcor. 

BRJ. Down with him, thief. 

[Brabantio, and his Party, fet upon the Others 

IAG. You, Roderigol come, fir, I am for you. 

OTH. Keep up your bright fwords, for the dew will 

ruft them. 

Good fignior, you fliail more command with years, 
Than with your weapons. [daughter? 

BRJ. O thou foul thief, where haft thou ftow'd my 
Damn'd as thou art, thou haft enchented her: 
For I'll refer me to all things of fenfe, 
If (he in chains of magick were not bound, 
Whether a maid fo tender, fair, and happy; 
So opposite to marriage, that fhe fhun'd 
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation, 
Would ever have, to incur a general mock, 
Run from her guardage to the footy bosom 
Of fuch a thing as thou ; to fear, not to delight. 
Judge me the world, if 'tis not grofs in fenfe, 
That thou haft praclic'd on her with foul charms; 
Abas'd her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals^ 
That weaken notion : Til have't difputed onj 
'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking. 
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,. 
For an abuser of the world, a pra&ifer 
Of arts inhibited, and out of warrant;. 



Othello. -4 

Lay hold upon him ; if he do resift, 
Subdue him at his peril. 

OTH. Hold your hands, 
Both you of my inclining, and the reft: 
Were it my cue to fight, I fliould have known it 
Without a prompter. _ Where will yon that I go 
To anfwer this your charge ? 

BRA. To prison; 'till fit time 
Of law, and courfe of diredl feflion, 
Call thee to anfwer. 

OTH. What if I do obey? 
How may the duke be therewith fatiflyM ; 
Whose mefTengers are here about my fide, 
Upon fome present busiriefs of the llate, 
To bring me to him ? 

i. O. 'Tis true, moft worthy fignior, 
The duke's in council; and your noble felf, 
I am fure, is fent for. 

ERA. How! the duke in council! 

In this time of the night! Bring him away: 

Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himfelf, 
Or any of my brothers of the ftate, 
Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own : 
For if fuch aftions may have paflage free, 
Bond-Haves, and pagans, {hall our itatesmen be. 

[Exeunt, 

SCENE III. The fame. A Council-chamber. 

The Duke difcover'd fitting at a Talk, Senators about him", 

Officers of the Council, and Others, 

at a Diftance. 
Duk. There is no composition in these news, 

R3 



JA Othello. 

That gives them credit. 

1. S. Indeed, they are difproportion'd : 
My letters fay, a hundred and feven gallies. 

Duk. And mine, a hundred and forty. 

2. S. And mine, two hundred : 

But thoijgh they jump not on a juft account, 
(As in these cafes, where the aim reports, 
'Tis oft with difference) yet do they all confirm 
A Turkijb fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus. 

Duk. Nay, it is poffible enough to judgment j 
I do not fo fecure me in the error, 
But the main article I do approve 
In fearful fenfe. 

Sai. {within..] What ho! what ho! what hoi 
Enter an Officer, bringing in a Sailor. 

Of. A meffenger from the gallies. 

Duk. Now? the businefs? 

Sai. The Turkijb preparation makes for Rhodes ; 
So was I bid report here to the flate, 
By fignior Angela. [they withdraw* 

Duk. How fay you by this change ? 

I. S. This cannot be, 
By no aiTay of reason; 'tis a pageant, 
To keep us in falfe gaze: When we confider 
The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk', 
And let ourfelves again but underftand, 
That, as it more concerns the Turk than R&tda, 
So may he with more facile queftion bear it, 
For that it ftands not in fuch warlike brace, 
But altogether lacks the abilities 
That Rbcdrs is drefT'd in; if we make thought 
We mud not think, the Turk is fo unfkilful, 



Othello. 15 

*To leave that Jsteft, which concerns him firft; 
Neglecting an attempt of ease, and gain, 
To wake, and wage, a danger profitlefs. 

Duk. Nay, in all confidence, he's not'for Rhodes. 
Enter a Meflenger, ujher'd. 

Ojf. Here is more news. 

Mef. The Otfomites, reverend and gracious, 
Steering with due courfe toward the isle of Rhodes^ 
Have there injointed them with an after fleet. 

I. S. Ay, fo I thought: How many, as you guefs? 

Mef. Of thirty fail : and now they do re-ftem 
Their backward courfe, bearing with frank appearance 
Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano y 
Your trufty and moft valiant fervitor, 
With this free duty, recommends you thus, 
And prays you to believe him. [retiring. 

Duk. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus. 
Marcus Luccbefe, is not he in town? 

I . S. He's now in Florence. 

Duk. Write from us; wifh him poft, 
Poft-hafte: difpatch. 

i. S. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant Moor. 

Enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, IAGO, 

o D E R i G o, and Others. 

Duk. Valiant Othello, we muft ftraight employ you 
Again ft the general enemy Ottoman.-. 
I did not fee you; welcome, gentle fignior; 
We lack'd your counfel and your help to-night. 

BRA. So did 1 yours: Good your grace, pardon me; 
Neither my place, nor ought I heard of businefs, 
Hath rais'd me from my bed ; nor doth the general care- 
Take hold on me; for my particular grief 

8 Luccicot 



1 6 Othello. 

Is of fo flood-gate and o'er-bearing nature, 
That it engluts and fwallows other forrows, 
And it is flill itfelf. 

Duk. Why, what's the matter? 

BRA. My daughter! o, my daughter! 

Sea. Dead ? 

BRA. Ay, to me; 

She is abus'd, ftoln from me, and corrupted 
By fpells and medicines bought of mountebanks: 
For nature fo prepoft'roufly to err, 
Being not deficient, blind, or lame of fenfe, 
Sans witchcraft could not fcr* 

Duk. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul proceeding, 
Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herfelf, 
And you of her, the bloody book of law 
You mall yourfelf read in the bitter letter, 
After your own fenfe ; yea, though our proper fon 
Stood in your a&ion. 

BRA. Humbly I thank your grace. 
Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it feem*, 
Your fpecial mandate, for the ftate affairs, 
Hath hither brought. 

Sen. We are very forry for't. 

Duk. What, in your own part, can you fay to this? 

BRA. Nothing, but this is fo. 

OTH. Moft potent, grave, and reverend figniors, 
My very noble and approv'd good matters, 
That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, 
It is moil true; true, I have marry 'd her; 
The very head and front of my offending 
Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my fpecch, 
And little blefT'd with the fofc phrase of pej.ce; 



Othello. 17 

For fmce these arms ef mine had feven years' pith* 

Till now feme nine moons wafted, they have us'd 

Their deareft a&ion in the tented field ; 

And little of this great world can I fpeak, 

More then pertains to feats of broil and battle; 

And therefore little fhall [ grace my cause, 

In fpeaking for myfelf: Yet, by your gracious patience, 

] will a round unrarhiuYd tale deliver* 

Of my whole courfe of love ; what drug?, what charms, 

What conjuration, and what mighty magick, 

(For fuch proceeding I am charg'd withal) 

I won his daughter with. 

BRA. A maiden never bold; 
Of fpirit fo ftill and quiet, that her motion 
Blufh'd at herfelf; And fhe, in fpight of nature, 
Of years, of country, credit, every thing, 
To fall in love with what (he fear'd to look on? 
Jt is a judgment maim'd, and moft imperfedt, 
That will confefs perfection fo could err, 
Againft all rules of nature; and mult be driven 
To find out praftifes of cunning hell, 
Why this mould be. I therefore vouch again, 
That with fome mixtures powerful o'er the blood, 
Or with fome dram conjur'd to this effeft, 
He wrought upon her. 

Duk. To vouch this, is no proof; 
Without more certain and more overt teft, 
Than these thin habits, and poor likelihoods 
Of modern feeming, do prefer againft him. 

i.S. But, Othello, fpeak ; 
Did you by indirect and forced courfes 
Subdue and poison this young maid's affcdions? 



i3 Othello. 

Or came it by requeft, and fuch fair queftion 
As foul to foul affordeth. 

Or a. I do befeech you, 
Send for the lady to the fagittar, 
And let her fpeak of me before her father: 
If you do find me foul in her report, 
The truft, the office, I do hold of you, 
Not only take away, but let your lenience 
Even fall upon my life. 

Duk. Fetch Desdemona hither. [to fame Attendants. 

OTH. Ancient, conduft them ; you beft know the 

place. [ Exeunt Attendants, and 1 A G o. 

And, 'till frie come, as truly as to heaven 
I do confefs the vices of my blood, 
So juftly to your grave ears I'll present 
How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, 
And fhe in mine. 

Duk. Say it, Otbello. 

Ofn. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; 
Still queftion'd me the ftory of my life, 
From year to year, the battles, fieges, fortunes, 
That I have pa/Pd : 

I ran it through, even from my boyim days, 
To the very moment that he bad me tell it. 
Wherein I fpake of moft disaftrous chances, 
Of moving accidents, by flood, and field; 
Of hair-breadth Tcapes i' the imminent deadly breach; 
Of being taken by the infolent foe, 
And fold to flavery; of my redemption thence, 
And portance in my travel's hiilory: 
Wherein of antres vail, and desarts idle, [ven, 

Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch hea- 



Othello. 19 

It was my hint to fpeak, fuch was the procefs; 

And of the Canibah that each other eat, 

The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads 

Do grow beneath their (houlders. These things to hear, 

Would Desdemona ferioufly incline: 

But Hill the houfe affairs would draw her thence; 

Which ever as (he could with hafte difpatch, 

She'd come again, and with a greedy ear 

Devour up my difcourfe: Which I observing, 

Took once a pliant hour; and found good means 

To draw from her a prayer of earned heart, 

That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, 

Whereof by parcels (he had fomething heard, 

But not diftindlively : I did confent; 

And often did beguile her of her tears, 

When I did fpeak of fome diftrefTful ftroke 

That my youth fuffer'd. My ftory being done, 

She gave me for my pains a world of fighs: 

She fwore, in faith, 'twas ftrange, 'twas paffing ftrange; 

'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: 

She wiih'd, fhe had not heard it; yet (he wifh'd, 

That heaven had made her fuch a man : (he thank'd me j 

And bad me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, 

I (hould but teach him how to tell my ftory, 

And that would woo her. Upon this hint, I (pake: 

She lov'd me for the dangers I had pa(Td; 

And I lov'd her, that fhe did pity them. 

This only is the witchcraft I have us'd; 

Here comes the lady, let her witnefs it. 

Enter DESDEMONA, attended; IAGO, 

and the Others, following. 
Dk, I think, this tale would win my daughter too._ 



20 Othello. 

Good Btalantio, 

Take up this mangl'd matter at tlie befi: 
Men do their broken weapons rather use, 
Than their bare hands. 

ERA. I pray yon, hear her fpeak; 
If fhe confefs, that (he was half the wooer, 
Deftruftion on my head, if my bad blame 
Light on the mah!_Come hither, gentle miftrefs; 
Do you perceive in all this noble company, 
Where mod you owe obedience. 

Dzs. My noble father, 
1 do perceive here a divided duty: 
To you I am bound for life, and education; 
My life, and education, bdth do learri me 
How to refpedl you; yon are the lord of duty, 
I am hitherto your daughter: Buc here's my husband; 
And fo much duty as my mother fhew'd 
To you, preferring you before her father, 
So much I challenge that I may profefs 
Due to the Moor my lord. 

BRJ. God be wi' you; I hare done: 

Please it your grace, on to the ftate affairs ; 

I had rather to adopt a child, than get it. 

Come hither, Moor; 

J here do give"j~thee that with all my heart, 

Which, but thou haft already, with all my heart 

I would keep from thee: 8nU t for your fake, jewel,] 

I am glad at foul I have no other child; 
For thy efcape would teach me tyranny, 
To hang clogs on them. _ I have done, my lord. 

Duk. Let me fpeak like yourfclf; and lay a fentence. 
Which, like a grise, or ftep, niay help theie lovers 



Othello, ai 

Into your favour. 

When remedies are paft, the griefs are ended, 

By feeing the word, which late on hopes depeaded. 

To mourn a mifchief that is paft and gone, 

Is the next way to draw new mifchief on. 

What cannot be preserv'd when fortune takes, 

Patience her injury a mockery makes. 

The rob'd, that fmiles, ftea]s Something from tke thief; 

He robs himfelf, that fpends a bootlefs grief. 

BRA. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile; 
We lose it not, fo long as we can fmile. 
He bears the fentence well, that nothing bears 
But the free comfort which from thence he hears: 
But he bears both the fentence and the forrow, 
That, to pay grief, muft of poor patience borrow. 
These fentences, to fugar, or to gall, 
Being Itrong on both fides, ate equivocal: 
But words are words; I never yet did hear, 
That the bruis'd heart was pieced through the ear. 

I humbly befeech you, proceed to the affairs of iUte. 

[goes to bis Seat. 

Duk. Tfce Turk with a raoft mighty preparation makes 
for Cyprus .--.Othello, the fortitude of the place is bell 
known to you : And though we have there a fubftitute 
of moft allow'd fufficiency, yet opinion, a fovereiga mi- 
itrefs of effedts, throws a more fafe voice on you: you 
mull therefore be content, to llubber the glofs of your 
new fortunes with this more ftubborn and boiitrous ex- 
pedition, 

OTH. The tyrant cuftom, moft grave fenators, 
Hath made the flinty and fteel couch of war 
My thnce-driv'n bed of down : I do agniio; 

9 pierced 



** Othello. 

A natural and prompt alacrity, 
I find in hardnefs; and do undertake 
This present war againll the Ottomites. 
Mofl humbly therefore bending to your ftate> 
I crave fit difposition for my wife; 
Due reference of place, and exhibition; 
With fuch accommodation, and befort, 
As levels with her breeding. 

Duk. If you please, 
Be't at her father's. 

BRA. I'll not have it fo. 

OTH. Nor I. 

DES. Nor I; I would not there reside, 
To put my father in impatient thoughts, 
By being in his eye. Moft gracious duke, 
To my unfolding lend a gracious ear; 
And let me find a charter in your voice, 
To aflift my fimplenefs. 

Duk. What would you, Desdemona? 

DES. That 1 did loVe the Moor to live with him* 
My down-right violence and ftorm of fortunes, 
May trumpet to the world; my heart's fubdu'd 
Even to the very quality of my lord : 
I faw Othello's visage in his mind; 
And to his honours, and his valiant parts, 
Did I my foul and fortunes confecrate. 
So that, dear lords, if I be left behind j 
A moth of peace, and he go to the war, 
The rites, for which I love him, are bereft me^ 
And I a heavy interim ftiall fupport 
By his dear abfence: Let me go with him. 

Of a. Your voices, lords; befeech you, let her will 



Othello. 3 

Have a free way. I therefore beg it not, 

To please the palate of my appetite; 

Nor to comply with heat, (the young affeds 

In me defunft) and proper fatiffa&ion ; 

But to be free and bounteous to her mind: 

And heaven defend your good fouls, that you think 

I will your ferious and great businefs fcant, 

For (he is with me; No, when light-wing'd toys 

Of feather' d Cupid, feel with wanton dulnefs 

My fpeculative and offic'd inflrument, 

That my difports corrupt and taint my businefs, 

Let huswives make a feillet of my helm, 

And all indign and bafe adverfities 

Make head againft my eftimation ! 

DuL Be it as you mall privately determine, 
Either for her Itay, or going: the affair cries hafte, 
And fpeed muft anfwer it ; you mufl hence to-night. 

DES. To-night, my lord? 

Duk. This night. 

OTH. With all my heart. 

Duk. At nine i'the morning here we'll meet again _ 
[to the Senators, riling. 
Othello, leave fome officer behind, 
And he (hall oar commifiion bring to you; 
And fuch things elfe of quality and refpeft, 
As doth import you. 

OTH. Please your grace, my ancient; 
A man he is of honelly, and truft: 
To his conveyance I affign my wife, 
With what elfe needful your good grace lhall think 
To be fent after me. 

Duk. Let it be fo 

4- In my ds- 



24 Othello. 

Good night to every one And, noble fignior, 

[to Brabantio. 

If virtue no delighting beauty lack, 
Your fon-in-lavv is far more fair than black. 

I. S. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well. 

BRA. Look to her, Moor, if thou haft eyes to fee; 
She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee. 

[Exeunt Duke, Sen. BRA. &c. 

OTH. My life upon her faith Honeit lago t 
My Desdemona muft I leave to thes : 
I pr'ythee, let thy wife attend on her; 
And bring them after in the bed ad vantage. __ 
Come, Desdemona ; I have but an hour, 
Of love, of worldly matter and diretion, 
To fpend with thee: we muft obey the time. 

[ Exeunt OTH. #na D E s . 

ROD. fago, 

IAG. What fay'ft thou, noble heart ? 

ROD. What will I do, think'ft thou? 

IAG. Why, go to bed, and fleep. 

ROD. I will incontinently drown myfelf. 

IAG. Well, if thou doft, I fhall never love thee af- 
ter. Why, thou filly gentleman ! 

ROD. It is fillinefs to live, when to live is a torment: 
and then have we a prefcription to die, when death is 
our physician. 

IAG. O villanous! I have look'd opon the world for 
four times feven years : and fince I could diftinguifh be- 
twixt a benefit and an injury, I never found man that 
knew how to love himfelf. Ere 1 would fay, 1 would 
drown myfelf for the love of a Guinea hen, I would ch- 
ange my humanity with a baboon. 

3 delighted 



Othello. 25 

ROD. What fhould I do? I confefs, it is my (hame to 
be fo fond; but it is not in my virtue to amend it. 

IAG. Virtue? A fig! 'tis in ourfelves, that we are thus, 
or thus. Our bodies are oar gardens; to the which, our 
wills are gardiners: To that if we will plant nettles, or 
fow lettuce; fet hyflbp, and weed up thyme; fupply it 
with one gender of herbs, or diftraft it with many; ei- 
ther have it fteril with idlenefs, or manur'd with induf- 
try ; why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies 
in our wills. If the beam of our lives had not one fcale 
of reason, to poize another of fenfuality, the blood and 
bafenefs of our natures would conduft us to moil pre- 
poR'rous conclusions'. But we have reason, to cool our 
raging motions, our carnal ftings, our unbitted lufts; 
whereof I take this, that you call love, to be a fe&, or 
fcyon. 

ROD. It cannot be. 

IAG. It is meerly a luft of the blood, and a permif- 
fion of the will. Come, be a man : Drown thyfelf? drown 
cats, and blind puppies. I have profeff'd me thy friend, 
and I confefs me knit to thy deserving with cables of 
perdurable toughnefs; I could never better fteed thee 
than now. Put money in thy purfe: follow these wars; 
defeat thy favour with an usurp'd beard ; I fay, put mo- 
ney in thy purfe. It cannot be, that Desdemona mould 
long continue her love unto the Moor, put money in 
thy purfe; nor he his to her: it was a violent com- 
mencement in her, and thou (halt fee an anfwerable fe- 
queflration; put but money in thy purfe. These Moert 
are changeable in their wills; fill thy purfe with mo- 
ney: the food that to him now is 33 lufcious as Iqcufts, 
fliall be to him ihortly as bitter as coloquimida. She 

1 braine of 
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26 Othello. 

muft change for youth: when (he ' fated with his body, 
fiie will find the error of her choice; therefore put mo- 
ney in thy purfe. If thou wilt needs damn thyfelf, do 
it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the 
money thou canft : If fanc"limony and a frail vow, be- 
twixt an erring Barbarian and a fuper-fubtle Venetian, 
be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, 
thou (halt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox of 
drowning thyfelf! it is clean out of the way: feek thou 
rather to be hang'd in compaffing thy joy, than to be 
drown'd and go without her. 

ROD. Wilt thou be faft to my hopes, if I depend on 
the iflue? 

IAG . Thou art fure of me ; Go, make money : I 
have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, 
I hate the Moor: my cause is hearted ; thine hath no lefs 
reason : Let us be conjunctive in our revenge againft 
him: if thou canft cuckold him, thou doft thyfelf a 
pleasure, me a fport. There are many events in the 
womb of time, which will be delivered. Traverfe ; go; 
provide thy money. We will have more of this to-mor- 
row. Adieu. 

ROD. Where mall we meet i' th' morning? 

JAG . At my lodging. 

ROD. I'll be with thee betimes. 

JAG. Go to, farewel. 

ROD. I'll fell all my land. [Ex/f. 

JAG. Thus do I ever make my fool my purfe : 
For I mine own gain'd knowledge fhould prophane, 
If I would time expend with fuch a fnipe, 
But for my fport, and profit. I hate the Moor; 
Aad it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my Ihests 

T, Nfff. 



Othello. 27 

He has done my office : I know not, if't be true; 

But I, for meer fufpicion in that kind, 

Will do, as if for furety. He holds me well; 

The better mail my purpose work on him. 

Go/fill's a proper man : Let me fee now ; 

To get his place, and to plume up my will 

In double knavery, How, how? Let's fee: 

After fome time, to abuse Othello's ear, 

That he is too familiar with his wife : 

He hath a perfon, and a fmooth difpose, 

To be fufpecled ; fram'd to make women falfe : 

The Moor is of a free and open nature, 

That thinks men honeft, that but feem to be fo ; 

And will as tenderly be led by the nose, 

As afles are. 

I have't; it is engender'd:Hell and night 

Mutt bring this monftrous birth to the world's light. 

[Exit. 



ACT II. 

SCENE I. The Capital of 'Cyprus. A Plat-form. 
Enter MONT A NO, and two Gentlemen. 

MON. What from the cape can you discern at fea? 
. i.G. Nothing at all: it is a high- wrought flood; 
I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main, 
Defcry a fail. 

MoV. Methinks, the wind hath fpoke aloud at land; 
A fuller blaft ne'er (hook our battlements : 
If it hath ruffian'd fo upon the fea, 
What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, 



28 -Othello. 

Can hold the mortice? What fhall we hear of this? 

2. G. A fegregation of the Turkijb fleet: 
For do but Hand upon the foaming fhore, 
The chiding billow feems to pelt the clouds; 

The wind-fliak'd furge, with high and monftrous main. 
Seems to caft water on the burning bear, 
And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole: 
I never did like moleftation view 
On the enchafed flood. 

MON. If that \hzTurkijh fleet 

Be uot infhelter'd, and embay'd, they are drown'd; 
It is impoffible they bear it out. 

Enter a third Gentleman. 

3. G. News, feds! our wars are done; 

The defperate tempeft hath fo bang'd the Turks, 
That their defignment halts : A noble (hip of Venice 
Haih feen a grievous wreck and fufterance 
On mod part of their fleet. 

MON. How! is this true? 

3. G. The fhip is here put in, 
A Veronese ', Michael Caffio, 
Lieutenant to the warlike Moor, Othello, 
Is come on fhore: the Moor himfelf'0 at fea, 
And is in full commiffion here for Cyprus. 

MON. I am glad on't ; 'tis a worthy governor. 

3. G. But this fame Cajfio, though he fpeak of com- 
fort, 

Touching the Turkijh lofs, yet he looks fadly, 
And prays the Moor be fafe; for they were parted 
With foul and violent tempeft. 

MON. Pray heaven he be; 
For 1 have ferv'd him, and the man commands 



Othello. 19 

Like a full foldier. Let's to the fea-fide, ho? 
As well to fee the veiTel that's come in, 
As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello ; 
Even 'til! we make the main, and th' aerial blue, 
An indiltindl regard. 

3. G. Come, let's do fo; 
For every minute is expectancy 

Of more arrivance. [going. 

Enter CASSIO: the Others run 

andfalute him. 

CAS. Thanks to the valiant of this warlike isle, 
That fo approve the Moor; O, let the heavens 
Give him defence againft the elements, 
For I have loft him on a dangerous lea! 

MON. Is he well (liip'd? 

C^s. His bark is ftoutly timber'd, and his pilot 
Of very expert and approv'd allowance; 
Therefore my hopes, not furfeited to death, 
Stand in bold cure. 

Enter another Gentleman. 

4- G. A fail! a fail! a fail! 

CAS. What news? 

4. G. The town is empty; on the brow o' the fea 
Stand ranks of people, and they cry a fail. 

CAS. My hopes do fhape him for the governor. 

[Guns heard. 

2. G. They do difcharge their (hot of courtefy; 
Our friends, at leaft. 

CAS I pray you, fir, go forth, 
And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv'd. 

2.G. I (hall. [Exit. 

MON. But, good lieutenant, is your general wiv'd? 

" noyfe? 

S3 



30 Othello. 

C^s. Moft fortunately: he hath atchiev'd a maid, 
That paragons defcription, and wild fame; 
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens, 
.And, in the efTential vefture of creation, 

Does tire the inventer. Now? who has put in? 

Re- enter /econd Gentleman. 

2. G. 'Tis one lago, ancient to the general. 

C-AS- He has had moft fav'rable and happy fpeed: 
Tempefts themfelyes, high feas, and howling winds, 
The guttur'd rocks, and congregated fands, 
Traitors enfteep'd, to enclog the guiltlefs keel, 
As having fenfe of beauty, do omit 
Their mortal natures, letting fafe go by 
The divine Desdemona. 

MON. What is me? 

CAS. She that I fpake of, our great captain's captain, 
Left in the conduft of the bold lago; 
Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts, 
A fe'n-night's fpeed. _G reat Jove, Othello guard, 
And fwell his fail with thine own powerful breath; 
That he may blefs this bay with his tall fhip, 
Make love's quick pants in Desdemonas arms, 
Give, renew'd fire to our extindted fpirits, 

And bring all Cyprus comfort ! O, behold, 

Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, 

IAGO, RODERIGO, and Others; Attendant*, 

and People following. 

The riches of the fhip is come on (bore ! 

You men of Cyprus, let her have your knees :_ 
Hail to thee, lady; and the grace of heaven, 
Before, behind thee, and on every hand, 
n\vheel thee round! 

5 Ingenirer 13 50 fafely by 



Othello. 3 1 

DES. I thank you, valiant Caffio. 
What tidings can you tell me of my lord? 

C^s. He is not yet arriv'd; nor know I aught, 
Eat that he's well, and will be Ihortly here. 

DES. O, but I fear; How loft you company? 

Cjts. The great contention of the fea and flues 
Parted our fellowfhip: But, hark ! a fail. 

[Cry within, of A. fail ! a fail : afterwards, Guns. 

2. G. They give their greeting to the citadel; 
This likewise is a friend. 

CAS. See for the news. [Exit Gentleman. 

Good ancient, you are welcome ;_Welcome, miftrefs:_ 

[to Emilia. 

Let it ,not gaU your patience, good Iago t 
That I extend my manners; 'tis my breeding, 
That gives me this bold (hew of courtefy. \jalutivgker. 

IAG. Sir, would fhe give you fo much of her lips, 
As of her tongue (he oft beftows on me, 
You'd have enough. 

DES. Alas, fhe has no /peech. 

IAG. In faith, too much; 
I find it ftill, when I have lift to fleep : 
Marry, before your ladyfhip, I grant, 
She puts her tongue a little in her heart, 
And chides with thinking. 

EMI. You have little cause to fay fo. 

IAG . Come on, come on ; you are pictures out o'doors, 
Bells in your parlors, wild-cats in your kitchens, 
Saints in your injuries, devils being offended, 
flayers in your huswifry, and huswives in your bed?. 

DES. O, fie upon thee, flanderer! 

J^G. Nay, it is true, or elfe I am a Turk\ 



3? Othello. 

You rise to play, and go to bed to work. 

EMI. You mall not write my praise. 

IAG. No, let me not. [praise me? 

DES. What wouldft thou write of me, if thou fhouldft 

IJG. O gentle lady, do not put me to't; 
For I am nothing, if not critical. 

DES, Come on, af]ay: There's one gone to the harbour? 

JAG. Ay, madam. 

Das. I am not merry; but I do beguile 

The thing I am, by feeming otherwise. 

Come, how wouldft thou praise me? 

IJ-G. I am about it; but, indeed, my invention 
Comes from my pate, as bird-lime does from freeze, 
It plucks out brains and all: But my muse labours, 
And thus file is deiiverM. 

If flie be fair, and wise, fairnefs, and wit, 
The one's for ufe, the other useth it. 

DES. Well prais'd: How if fhe be black and witty? 

JAG. If (he be black, and thereto have a wit, 
She'll find a white that mall her blacknefs fit. 

DES. Worfe and worfe. 

MI, How, if fair and foolifh? 

IAG. She never yet was foolifh, that was fair; 
For even her folly help'd her to an heir. 

DES. These are old fond paradoxes, to make fools 
laugh i' the a!e-houfe. What miserable praise haft thou 
for her that's foul and foolifh? 

IAG. There's none fo foul, and foolifh thereunto, 
But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do. 

DES. O heavy ignorance! thou praiseft the worft 

beft. But what praise couldft thou bellow on a deserv- 
ing woman indeed ? one, that, in the authority of her 



Othello. 33 

merit, did jufily put on the vouch of very malice it- 
felf? 

JAG. She that was ever fair, and never proud ; 
Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud; 
Never lack'd gold, and yet went never gay ; 
Fled from her wifh, and yet faid Now I may; 
She that, being anger'd, her revenge being nigh, 
Bad her wrong Itay, and her difpleasure fly; 
She that in wisdom never was fo frail, 
To change the cod's head for the fahnon's tail; 
She that could think, and ne'er difclose her mind, 
See fuitors following, and not look behind; 
She was a wight, if ever fuch wight were, 
DES. To do what? 
IAG. To fuckle fools, and chronicle fmall beer. 

DES. O moft lame and impotent conclusion! Do 

not learn of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband 
How fay you, Cajfio? is he not a moft prophane and li- 
beral cenfurer ? 

CAS. He fpeaks home, madam; you may relifli him 
more in the foldier, than in the fcholar. 

\tbev converfe apart. 

IAG. " He takes her by the palm: [observing tbem.y 
Ay, well faid, whisper; with as little a web as this," 
will I enfnare as great a fiy as CaJJlo. Ay, fmile upon" 
her, do; I wiU gyve thee in thine own courtfhip." 
You fay true; 'tis fo, indeed : if fuch tricks as these" 
firip you out of your lieutenantry, it had been better*' 
you had not kifT'd your three fingers fo oft, which" 
now again you are moil apt to p!ay the fir in. Very" 
good; well kifT'd, and excellent courtefy : 'tis fo, in-" 
deed. Yet again your fingers to your lips? would," 

19 Counfailor 



34 Othello. 

" they were clyiler-pipes for your fake!" 

[Trumpet beard, 
The Moor, I know his trumpet. 

Os. 'Tis truly fo. 

DES. Let's meet him, and receive him. 

CAS. Lo, where he comes. 

Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants. 

OTH. O my fair warrior! 

DS. My dear Othello! [embracing. 

OTH. It gives me wonder great as my content, 
To fee you here before me. O my foul's joy! 
If after every tempeft come fihch calms, 
May the winds blow 'till they have waken'd death ! 
And let the laboring bark climb hills of feas, 
Olympus high ; and duck again as low, 
As hell's from heaven ! If it were now to die, 
'Tvvere now to be moft happy ; for, I fear, 
My foul hath her content fo abfolute, 
That not another comfort like to this 
Succeeds in unknown fate. 

DES. The heavens forbid, 
But that our loves and comforts mould encreafe, 
Even as our days do grow! 

Otu. Amen to that, fweet powers! 

I cannot fpeak enough of this content, 

It li-^ps me here; it is too much ol joy: 

And this, and this, [kij/ixg] the greatell difcords be, 

That e'er our hearts fhall make ! 

IAG. " O, you are weil-tun'd now !" 
" But I'll let dov/n the pegs that make this musick," 
** As honefl as I am." 

OtM. Come, let's to the cattle. _.. 

f 30 Jet 



Othello. 35 

News, friends ; our wars are done,'the Turks are drown'd. 
How does my old acquaintance of this isle ?_ 

[to Montana. 

Honey, you mall be well desir'd in Cyprus, 
I have found great love amongft them. O my fweet, 
I prattle out of fafhion, and I doat 
In mine own comforts. _1 pr'ythee, good lago, 
Go to the bay, and difembark my coffers : 
Bring thou the matter to the citadel; 
He is a good one, and his worthinefs 
Does challenge much refpeft Come, Desdemona, 
Once more well met at Cyprus. 

{Exeunt OTH. DES. EMI. MOM. Gen.andAtt. 

IAG. Do you meet me presently at the harbour. Come 
hither ; {calling him backJ\ If thou be'ft valiant, as (they 
fay) bafe men, being in love, have then a nobility in their 
natures more than is qative to them, lift me. The lieu- 
tenant to-night watches on the court of guard: Firft, 
I mull tell thee \h\s,Desdemona is directly in love witli 
him. 

ROD. With him! why, 'tis not poffible. 

IAG. Lay thy finger ~|~ thus, and let thy foul be in- 
ftrufted. Mark me with what violence (he firft lov'd the 
Moor, but for bragging, and telling her fantaftical lies : 
To love him ftill for prating! let not thy difcreet heart 
think it. Her eye muft be fed; And what delight mall 
ihe have to look on the devil ? When the blood is made 
dull with the aft of fport, there mould be, again to 
enflame it, and to give fatiety a fre(h appetite, loveli- 
nefs in favour; fympathy in years, manners, and beau- 
ties; all which the Moor is defective in: Now, for want 
9f these requir'd conveniences, her delicate tendernefs 



36 Othello. 

will find itfelf abus'd, begin to heave the gorge, difrel- 
i(h and abhor the Maor; very nature will inftruft her in 
It, and compel her to Tome fecond choice. Now, fir, this 
granted, (as it is a moft pregnant and unforc'd position) 
who ftands fo eminently in the degree of this fortune, 
as Cajjio does? a knave very voluble ; no further confci- 
onable, than in putting on the meer form of civil and 
humane feeming, for the better compafling of his fait 
and molt hidden loofe affe&ion ? why, none; why, none: 
A flippery and fubtle knave; a finder-out of occasions; 
that has an eye can {lamp and counterfeit advantages, 
though true advantage never present itfelf: A devilim 
knave : befides, the knave is handfome, young ; and hath 
all those requisites in him, that folly and green minds 
look after: A peftilent compleat knave; and the woman 
hath found him already. 

ROD. I cannot believe that in her; (lie is full of moft 
bleft condition. 

IAG. Bleft fig's end! the wine {he drinks is imde of 
grapes: if fhe had been bleit, {he would never have lov'd 
theAlocr; Bleft pudding! Didft thou not fee her paddle 
with the palm of his hand? didft not mark thatr 

ROD. Yes; but that was but courtefy. 

IAG. Letchery, by this hand; an index, and obfcnre 
prologue, to the hiftory of luft and foul thoughts: they 
met fo near with their lips, that their breaths embrac'd 
together. Villanous thoughts, Roderigc! when these mu- 
tualities fo marfnal the way, hard at hand comes the 
rnafter and main exercise, the incorpoiate conclusion : 
Piih! But, fir, be you rul'd by me; I have brought you 
from Venice. Watch you to-night; for the command, 1'il 
lay't upon you; Cajfio knows you not^ I'll not be far 



Othello. 37 

from you; do you find Come occasion to anger Caffio t 
either by fpealdng too loud, or tainting his difcipline; 
or from what other courfe you please, which the time 
lhall more favourably minifter. 

ROD. Well. 

IAG. Sir, he is rafh, and very fudden in choler; and, 
haply, may ftrike at you: Provoke him, that he may: 
for, even out of that, will I cause these of Cyprus to mu- 
tiny ; whose qualification (hall come into no true tafte 
again, but by the difplanting ofCaJ/io. So mall you have 
a fhorter journey to your desires, by the means I (hall 
then have to prefer them ; and the impediment mod pro- 
fitably removed, without the which there were no ex- 
peftation of our profperity. 

ROD. I will do this, if I can bring it to any oppor- 
tunity. 

' JAG. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the cit- 
adel : I muft fetch his neceflaries afhore. Farewel. 

ROD. Adieu. [Exit. 

IAG. That Caffio loves her, I do well believe 't; I 
That fhe loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit: 
The Moor howbeit that I endure him not, 
Is of a conftant, loving, noble nature ; 
And, I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona 
A mod dear husband. Now I do love her too; 
Not out of abfolute luft, (though, peradventure, 
1 ftand accountant for as great a fin) 
But partly led to diet my revenge, 
For that I do fufpeft the lufty Moor 
Hath lept into my feat: the thought whereof 
Doth, like a pois'nous mineral, gnaw my inwards} 
And nothing can or mall content my foul, 



38 Othello. 

'Till I am even'd with him, wife for wifej 

Or, failing fo, yet that I put the Moor 

At leaft into a jealoufy fo ftrong 

That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do, 

If this poor trafli of Venice, whom I trace 

For his quick hunting, ftand the putting on, ' 

I'll have our Michael Cajpo on the hip; 

Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb, 

For I fear Caffio with my night-cap too; 

Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me, 

For making him egregioufly an afs, 

And pra&ifmg upon his peace and quiet 

Even to madnefs. 'Tis"j~here, but yet confus'd; 

Knavery's plain face is never feen, 'till us'd. [Exit. 

SCENE II. r he fame. A Street', 
People moving in it. Trumpets. Enter a Herald, 

attended. 

Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant 
general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived, impor- 
ting the meer perdition of the Turkijb fleet, every man 
put himfelf into triumph; fome to dance, fome to make 
bonfires, each man to what fport and revels his addic- 
tion leads him; for, befides these beneficial news, it is 
the celebration of his nuptials: So much was his plea- 
sure (hould be proclaimed. All offices are open; and 
there is full liberty of feaiHng, from this present hour 
of five, 'till the bell hath told eleven. Blefs the isle of 
Cyprus, and our noble general Othello! 

[ S bouts, and Exeunt. 

SCENE III. The jams. Hall of the Co/tie. 



Othello. 39 

Enter OTHELLO, CASSIO, Desdemona, 
and Attendant 3. 

Or it. Good Michael, look you to the guard to-night: 
Let's teach ourfelves that honourable Itop, 
Not to out-fport difcretion. 

CAS. lago hath direction what to do; 
But, notwithftanding, with ray perfonal eye 
Will I look to't. 

Ofn. lago is tnoft honeft. 

Michael, good night: To-morrow, with your earlieflr, 
Let me have fpeech with you Come, my dear love; 
The purchafe made, the fruits are to enfue; 
That profit's yet to come 'twixt me and you 
Good night. [Exeunt OTH. Des. and Alt, 

Enter IAGO. 

CAS. Welcome, Iago\ we muft to the watch. 

IAG. Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten o* 
clock: Our general caft us thus early, for the love of his 
Desdemona: whom let us not therefore blame, he hath 
not yet made wanton the night with her; and me is 
fport for Jove. 

CAS. She's a moft exquisite lady. 

IAG. And, I'll warrant her, full of game. 

CAS. Indeed, (he's a moft fre(h and delicate creature. 

IAG. What an eye me has! methinks, it founds a 
parley of provocation. 

CAS. An inviting eye ; and yet, methinks, right mo- 
tfeft. 

IAG. And, when me fpeaks, is it not an alarum to 
love ? 

CAS. She is, indeed, perfection. 

JAG. Well, happihefs to their meets! Come, lieute- 



46 Othello. 

nant, I have a (loop of wine; and here without are a 
brace of Cyprus' gallants, that would fain have a meas- 
ure to the health of black Qtbello. 

C^s. Not to-night, good Iago\ I have very poor and 
unhappy brains for drinking: I could well vvifh courteiy 
would invent fome other cuttom of entertainment. 

IAG. O, they are our friends j but one cup: I'll drink 
for you. 

CAS. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that 
was craftily qualify 'd too, and, behold, what innovation 
it makes here : I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and 
dare not tafk my weaknefs with any more. 

IAG. What, man! 'tis a night of revels; the gallants 
desire it. 

CAS. Where are they? 

IAG. Here at the door; T pray you, call them in. 

CAS. I'll do't; but it diflikes me. [Exit. 

IAG. If I can faften but one cup upon him. 
With that which he hath drunk to-night already, 
He'll be as full of quarrel and offence 
As my young miflrefs'dog. Now, my fick fool, Roderigo t 
Whom love hath turn'd aimed the wrong fide out, 
To Desdemona hath to-night carous'd 
Potations pottle deep; and he's to watch: 
Three elfe of Cypriis,~ noble fwelling fpirits, 
That held their honours in a wary diftance, 
The very elements of this warlike isle, 
Have I to-night flufter'd with flowing cups, [ards, 

And they watch too. Now, 'mongft this flock of drunk- 
Am 1 to put our CaJ/io in fome aftion 
That may offend the isle; But here they come: 

Re-enter CASSIO; MONTAKO, and Others, with him. 



Othello. 41 

If ctinfequence do but approve my deem, 

My boat fails freely, both with wind and ftream. 

[meeting them. 

CAS. 'Fore God, they have given me a rouze already. 
Man. Good faith, a little one; not paft a pint, 
As I'm a foldier. 

IAQ. Some wine, ho!_ 

And let me the canakin clink, clink, clink ; 

and let me the canakin clink : 

a foldier' s a man; 

a life's but a fpan ; 

<vohy then, let a foldier drink. 

Some wine, boys ! [Wine brought in. 

CAS. 'Fore God, an excellent fong. 
IAG. I learn'd it in England, where (indeed) they are 
molt potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and 
your fwag-belly'd #0//rf<Ji?r,_i Drink, ho!_are nothing 
to your Englijh. [drinks, and puts it about. 

CAS. Is your Engli/hman fo expert in his drinking? 
IAG. Why, he drinks you, with facility, your Dane 
dead drunk; he fweats not to overthrow yoorJ/maiu', he 
gives your Hollander a vomit, ere the next pottle can be 
Jill'd. 

CAS. To the health of our general. [fills* 

Mon. I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you juiticc. 

[filling too ; and they drink. 

IAG. O fweet&ylm// 

i. 

King Stephen ivas a worthy peer, 
his breeches cojt him but a rro<u>; 

be held them Jtx-pence all too dear, 

nvith that he calfd the taylor~~lo f wn. 

> dreams 

VOL. X. 



42 Othello. 

2. 

He was a nvigbt of high renoixn, 
and tbou art but of lo'w degree ; 
'tis pride that pulls the country down, 

then take thine auld cloke about thee. 
Some wine, ho! fther. 

. CAS. Why, this is a more exquisite fong than the o- 

IAG. Will you hear't again? 

CAS. No; for I hold him to be unworthy of his place, 

that does those things. Well, God's above all ; and there 

be fouls muft be faved, and there be fouls muft not be 
faved. 

IAG. It's true, good lieutenant. 

CAS. For mine own part, no offence to the general, 
nor any man of quality, I hope to be faved. 

IAG. And fo do I too, lieutenant. 

CAS. Ay, but (by your leave) not before me; the 
lieutenant is to be faved before the ancient. Let's have 
no more of this; let's to our affairs. Forgive as our 
fins! .-Gentlemen, let's look to our businefs. Do not 
think, gentlemen, I am drunk ; this is my ancient; this 
is my right hand, and this is my left hand : I am not 
drunk now; I can {land well enough, and fpeak well e- 
nough. 

all. Excellent well. 

CAS. Why, very well then : you muft not think then 
that I am drunk. [Exit. 

MON. To the plat-form, mafters ; come, let's fet the 
watch. 

IAG. You fee this fellow, that is gone before;"" 
He is a foldier, fit to Itand by C<esar 
And give direction: and do but fee his vice; 






Othello. 4j 

'Tis to his virtue a juft equinox, 

The one as long as the other: 'tis pity of him. 

I fear, the truft Othello puts in him, 

On fome odd time of his infirmity* 

Will ftiake this island. 

Mov. But is he often thus? 
IAG. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his floep: 
He'll watch the horologue a double fetj 
If drink rock not his cradle. 

MON. It were well, 
The general were put in mind of it. 
Perhaps, he fees it not : or his good nature 
Prizes the virtue that appears in Cajfio, 
And looks not on his evils ; Is not this true ? 

RoderSgo Jho^ws himfelf. 
IAG. " How now, Roderigo?" 
" I pray you, after the lieutenant; go." 

[pujbing him out. 

Mow. And 'tis great pity, that the noble Moor 
should hazard fuch a place, as his own fecond, 
Vith one of an ingraft infirmity: 
t were an honed a&ion, to fay fb 
the Moor. 

. Not I, for this fair island: 
'. do love CaJJio well; and would do much, 
Te cure him of this evil. But, hark! what noise? 
Cry, within, Help* help ! Re-enter CA s s 10, 

driving in RODE RIG o. 
CAS. You rogue! you rafcal! 
MON. What's the matter, lieutenant ? 
CAS. A knave, teach me my duty ! 
['11 beat the knave into a wicker bottle. 

3 him in 

Ta 



44 Othello* 

ROD. Beat me! 

CAS. Doft thou prate, rogue? [beats Roderlgo. 

MON. Nay, good lieutenant; [ft a y* t! S kirn* 

I pray you, fir, hold your hand. 

CAS. Let me go, fir, 
Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard. 

MON. Come, come, you're drunk. 

CAS. Drunk ? [draw* upon Mon. and they fight. 

IAG. " Away, I fay ! go out, and cry a mutiny." 
[to Roderigo, nuho goes out. 

Nay, good lieutenant, alas, gentlemen, 

Help, ho ! _ Lieutenant, fir, -.Montana, fir ; __ 
Help, mailers! .Here's a goodly watch, indeed!_ 

[Bell rung. 

Who's that that rings the \>e\\:DiaMo, ho! 
The town will rise :_God's- will, lieutenant, hold; 
You will be fham'd for ever. [taking him off. 

Enter OTHELLO, and Gentlemen, nuith Weapons. 

OTH. What is the matter here? 

Mo if. I bleed ftill, I am hurt to the death; he dies. 
[availing Caffio again. 

OTH. Hold, for your lives. [tlemen,_ 

IAG. Hold, ho! Lieutenant, fir, Montana, gen- 
Have you forgot all fenfe of place and duty : 
Hold, hold ! the general fpeaks to you ; hold, for fhame ! 

OTK . Why, how now, ho ! from whence ariseth this * 
Are we turn'd Turks; and to ourfelves do that, 
Which heaven hath forbid the Qttomites? 
For chriftian fhame, put by this barbarous brawl: 
He that ftirs next to carve for his own rage, 
Holds his foul light; he dies upon his motion 

[they are parted* 

2+ place Of fenfe 



Othello. 45 

'Silence that dreadful bell, it frights the isle 
From her propriety. What is the matter, matters ?__ 
Honeft Jago, that look'ft dead with grieving, 
Speak, who began this? on thy love, I charge thee. 

IAG. I do not know; friends all bat now, even now 
In quarter and in terms like bride and groom 
Divefting them to bed : and then, but now, 
As if fome planet had unwitted men, 
Swords om, and tilting one at other's breaft, 
In opposition bloody. I cannot fpeak 
Any beginning to this peevifh odds; 
And 'would in adion glorious I had loft 
These legs, that brought me to a part of it. 

OTH. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot? 

Cjis. I pray you, pardon me, I cannot fpeak. 

OTH. Worthy Montana, you were wont be civil ; 
The gravity and ftillnefs of your youth 
The world hath noted, and your name is great 
In mouths of wiseft cenfure; What's the matter, 
That you unlace your reputation thus, 
And fpend your rich opinion for the name 
Of a night-brawler? give me anfwer to't. 

MON. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger; 
Your officer, lago, can inform you 
While I fpare fpeech, which fomethingnow offends me,-~ 
Of all that I do know: nor know I aught, 
By me that's faid or done amifs this night ; 
Unlefs felf-charity be fometime a vicej 
And to defend ourfelves it be a fin, 
When violence affails us. 

Oru. Now, by heaven, 
My blood begins my fafer guides to rule; 

3 lookes 



46 Othello. 

And paflion, having my beft judgment queH'd, 
Aflays to lead the way : if I once ftir, 
Or do but lift this arm, the beft of yoo 
Shall fink in my rebuke. Give me to know 
JHow this foul rout began, who fet it on ; 
And he that is approv'd in this offence, 
Though he had twin'd with me, both at a birth, 
Shall loofen me. What! in a town of war, 
Yet wild, the people's hearts brimfull of fear, 
To manage private and domeftick quarrel, 
In night, and on the court of guard and fafety! 
'Tis monfterous. lago, who began 't? 

MON. If partially affin'd, or leagu'd in office, 
Thou deft deliver more or lefs than truth, 
Thou art no foldier. 

IAG. Touch me not fo near: 
I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth, 
Than it fhould do offence to Michael Caffto ; 
Yet, I perfuade myfeif, to fpeak the truth 
Shall nothing wrong him Thus it is, general. 
Montana and myfeif being in fpeech, 
There comes a fellow, crying out for help ; 
And CaJJlo following him with determin'd fword, 
To execute upon him: Sir, this ~\ gentleman 
"Steps in to Ccffio, and entreats his pause; 
Myfeif the crying fellow did purfue, 
Left, by his clamour, (as it fo feil out) 
The town might fall in fright: he, fwift of foot, 
Out-ran n:y purpose; and I retnrn'd the rather 
For that I heard the clink and fa 1 ! of fwords, 
And Cr.JJio high in oath, which, 'till to-night, 
| ne'er might fay before: When 1 came back, 

i coold 8 lo f e ii a -.d guard of >3 league 



Othello. 47 

(For this was brief) I found them clofe together, 
At blow, and thruft; even as again they were, 
When you yourfelf did part them. 
More of this matter can 1 not report : 
But men are men; the beft fometimes forget: 
Though CaJJio did fome little wrong to him, 
As men in rage ftrike those that wifh them beft, 
Yet, furely, Caffto, I believe, receiv'd, 
From him that fled, fome ftrange indignity, 
Which patience could not pafs. 

Ofu. I know, lag o, 

Thy honefty and love doth mince this matter, 
Making it light to CaJjio:^CaJfio t I love thee; 

But never more be officer of mine. 

Enter DESDEMONA, attended. 
Look, if my gentle love be not rais'd up;_ 
I'll make thee an example. 

DES. What is the matter, dear? 

OTH. All's well now, fweeting : 

Come, let's away to bed Sir, [to Mon.] for your hurts, 

Myfelf will be your furgeon : lead him off. 

[Exeunt Some 'with MONTANO. 
lago, look with care about the town ; 
And filence those whom this vile brawl diftra&ed. 
Come, Desdemcna; 'tis the foldiers' life, 
To have their balmy flumbers wak'd with ftrife. 

[Exit? with DES. Gen. Sec. 

JAG. What, are you hurt, lieutenant? 

CAS. Ay, part all furgery. 

IAG. Marry, heaven forbid! 

Cjs. Reputation, reputation, I have loft my reputa- 
tion ; I have loft the immortal part of myfelf, and what 



4* Othello, 

remains is beftial My reputation, lago, my reputation, 

JAG. As I am an honeft man, I thought you had re- 
ceiv'd fome bodily wound; there is more fenfe in that, 
than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and moft falfe 
imposition ; oft got without merit, and loft without de- 
serving: You have loft no reputation at all, unlefs you 
repute ytfurfelf fuch a loser. What, man! there are ways 
to recover the general again : You are but now caft in 
his mood, a punifhment more in policy than in malice; 
even fo as one would beat his offencelefs dog, to affright 
an imperious lion: fue to him again, and he's yours. 

CAS. I will rather fue to be defpis'd, than to deceive 
fo good a commander, with fo flight, fo drunken, and fa 
indifcreet an officer. Drunk? and fpeak parratf and 
fquabble? fwagger? fwear? and difcourfe fuftian with 

one's own fhadow? O thou invisible fpirit of wine, if 

thou haft no name to be known by, let us call thee 
devil. 

IAG. What was he that you follow'd with your fword? 
What had he done to you . ? 

CAS. I know not. 

IAG. Is't poffible? 

CAS. I remember a mafs of things, but nothing dif- 
tinftly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore O, that men 
ihould put an enemy in their mouths, to fteal away their 
brains! that we iliould,with joy, revel, pleasure, and ap- 
plause, tranfform ourfelves into beafts! 

IAG. Why, but you are now well enough; How came 
you thus recover'd? 

CAS. It hath pleas'd the devil, drunkennefs, to give 
place to the devil, wrath: one unperfe&nefs (hews ir. 
another, to make me frankly defpise myfelf. 



Othello. 



49 



IAG. Come, you are too fcvere a moraler: As the 
time, the place, and the condition of this country ftands, 
I could heartily wim this had not befall'n ; but, fmce it 
is as it is, mend it for your own good. 

CAS. I will aflc him for my place again; he ftiall tell 
me, I am a drunkard : had 1 as many mouths as Hydra* 
fuch an anfwer would flop them all. To be now a fenfi- 
ble man, by and by a fool, and presently a beaft ! o 
ftrange! Every inordinate cup is unbleft, and the ingre- 
dience is a devil. 

IAG. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar crea- 
ture, if it be well us'd; exclaim no more againft it. And, 
good lieutenant, I think, you think I love you: 

CAS. I have well approved it, fir. I drunk! 

IAG. You, or any man living, may be drunk at fome 
time, man. I'll tell you what you (hall do: Oar gene- 
ral's wife is now the general; I may fay fo in this re- 
fpeft, for that he hath devoted and given up himfelf to 
the contemplation, mark, and denotement, of her parts 
and graces; confefs yourfelf freely to her, importune 
her help to put you in your place again ; me is of fo 
free, fo .kind, fo apt, fo blefled a difposition, that (he 
holds it a vice in her goodnefs, not to do more than fhe 
is requefted : This broken joint, between you and her 
husband, entreat her to fplinter; and, my fortunes againft 
any lay worth naming, this crack of your love (hall grow 
flronger than it was before. 

CAS. You advise me well. 

IAG. I proteft, in the lincerity of love, and honeft 
kindnefs. 

CAS. I think it freely ; and, betimes in the morning, 
J will befeech the virtuous Detdemona to undertake ior 

'9 devotement 



Othello. 

me: I am defperate of my fortunes, if they check me 
here. 

IAG. You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant; 
I mult to the watch. 

CAS. Good night, honeft lago. [Exit CASSIO. 

JAG. And what's he then, that fays I play the vil- 
lain? 

When this advice is free I give, and honeft, 
Probable to thinking, and (indeed) the courfe 
To win the Moor again ? For 'tis mod easy, 
The inclining Desdemona to fubdue 
In any honeft fuit; {he's fram'd as fruitful 
As the free elements: And then for her 
To win the Moor, were't to renounce his baptism, 
All feals and fymbols of redeemed fin, 
His foul is fo enfetter'd to her love, 
That (he may make, unmake, do what (he lift, 
Even as her appetite (hall play the god 
With his weak funclion How am 1 then a villain, 
To counfel CaJJio to this parallel courfe, 
Diredly to his good ? Divinity of hell! 
When devils will the blacked fins put on, 
They do fuggeft at firft with heavenly (hews, 
As J do now : For, while this honeft fool 
Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes, 
And (lie for him pleads ftrojngly to the Moor, 
I'll pour this peftilence into his ear, 
That fhe repeals him for her body's luft ; 
And, by how much (he ftrives to do him good, 
She (hall undo her credit with the Moor. 
So wui I turn her virtue into pitch ; 
And out of her own goodnefs make the net, 

9 Proball 



Othello. t$l 

That fhall enmefli them all How now, 
Enter RODE RICO. 

ROD. I do follow heie in the chace, not like a hound 
that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is 
almoft (pent; I have been to-night exceedingly well cud- 
gel'd; and, I think, the iffue will be I (hall have fo 
much experience for rny pains : and fo, with no money 
at all, and a little more wit, return again to Venice. 

IAG. How poor are they, that have not patience!_ 
What wound did ever heal, but by degrees ? 
Thou know'ft, we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; 
And wit depends 'on dilatory time. 
Does't not go well ? Cajfio hath beaten thee, 
And thou, by that fmail hurt, haft cafhier'd Cafjio: 
Though other things grow fair againft the fun, 
Yet fruits, that bloffom firft, will firft be ripe: 
Content thyfelf a while By th' mafs, 'tis morning; 
Pleasure, and aftion, make the hours fe.em fliort 
Retire thee, go where thou art billeted : 
Away, I fay; thou (halt know more hereafter: 
Nay, get thee gone [Exit RODERIGO. 

Two things are to be done, 
My wife mu r t move for Caffto to her miflrefs, 
I'll fet her on; 

Myfelf, the while, to draw the Moor apart, 
And bring him jump when he may Caffto find 
Soliciting his wife: Ay, that's the way; 
Dull not device by coldnefs and delay. [Exit. 



ACT: in. 

SCENE I. The fame. Before the Callt. 
*5 myfelfe, a while, 



5 Othello. 

Enter CASSIO, and feme Musicians. 

CAS. Matters, play here, I will content your pains, 
Something that's brief; and bidgood morrow, general. 

\Munck. 
Enter Clown. 

Cla. Why, matters, have your instruments been at 
Naples, that they play i'th'nose thus? 

I . M. How, fir, how ! 

Clo. Are these, I pray you, wind inftruments? 

i . M. Ay, marry, are they, fir. 

Clo. O, thereby hangs a tale. 

i . M. Whereby hangs a tale, fir ? 

Clo. Marry, fir, by many a wind inftrument that I 
know. But, matters, here's^ money for you: and the ge- 
neral fo likes your musick, that he desires you, for love's 
fake, to make no more noise with it. 

1 . M. Well, fir, we will not. 

Clo. If you have any musick that may not be heard, 
to't again : but, as they fay, to hear musick, the general 
does not greatly care. 

i. M. We have none fuch, fir. 

Clo. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll 
away: Go; vanifti into air; away. [Exeunt Musicians. 

CAS. Doft thou hear, my honeft friend? 

Clo. No, I hear not your honeft friend ; I hear you. 

Crf$. Pr'ythee, keep up thy quillets. There's a poor 
piece of gold *Y for thee : if the gentlewoman that attends 
the general's wife, be ftirring, tell her, there's one Caffis 
entreats her a little favour of fpeech : Wilt thou do this ? 

Ceo. She is ttirring, fir j if fhe will ftir hither, I fhall 
to notify unto her. [Exit. 



Othello, 55 

Enter IAGO. 

ds. Do, my good friend Fn happy time, lago. 

IAG. You have not been a- bed then! 1 

CAS. Why, no; the day had broke 
Before we parted. I have made bold, laga, 
To fend in to your wife: My fuit to her 
Is, that fhe will to virtuous Desdemona 
Procure me fome accefs. 

IAG. I'll fend her to you presently : 
And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor 
Out of the way, that your converfe and businefs 
May be more free. 

CAS. I humbly thank you for't. [Exit IAGO. 
I never knew a man more kind, and honefl. 
Enter EMILIA. 

EMI. Good morrow, good lieutenant: I am forry 
For your difpleasure; but all will foon be well. 
The general, and his wife, are talking of it; 
And me {peaks for you ftoutly: The Moor replies, 
That he, you hurt, is of great fame in Cyprus, 
And great affinity; and that, in wholfome wisdom, 
He might not but refuse : but, he pretefts, he loves you; 
And needs no other fuitor, but his liking?, 
To take the faf'ft occasion by the front, 
To bring you in again. 

CAS. Yet, I befeech you, 
If you think fit, or that it may be done,"" 
Give me advantage of fome brief difcourfe 
With Desdemona alone. 

EMI. Pray you, come in ; 
I will beftow you where you fhall have time 
To fpeak your bosom freely. 

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54 OthelloV 

Cx?. I am much bound to you. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. The fame. A Room in the fame. 
Enter OTHELLO, lAGO,andfome Gentlemen. 
Or a. These letters^ give, logo, to the pilot; 
And, by him, do my duties to the ftate: 
That done, I will be walking on the works, 
Repair there to me. 

JAG. Well, my good lord, I'll do't. 

Or a. This fortification, gentlemen, fhall we fee't? 

Gen. We'll wait upon your lordfhip. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. The fame. Before the Caftle. 
Enter DESDEMONA, CASSIO, and EMILIA. 

DES. Be thou afiur'd, good Cajfio, I will do 
All my abilities in thy behalf. 

EMI, Good madam, do; I warr'nt, it grieves my hus- 
band, 
As if the cafe were his. 

D s. O,that's an honeft fellows 
But I will have my lord and you again 
As friendly as you were. 

CAS. $9ofl bounteous madam, 
Whatever mall become of Michael Cajfio, 
He's never any thing but your true fcrvant. 

Dfs. O, fir, I thank you: You do love my lord; 
You have known him long; and be you well afTur'd, 
He mall in ftrangenefs fland no farther off, 
Than in a politick diftance. 

CAS. Ay, but, lady, 
That policy- may either laft fo lonsf, 
Or feed upon fuch nice and wat'nfli diet, 



Othello, 5$ 

Or breed itfelf fo out of circumftance, 
That, I being abfent, and my place fupply'd, 
My general will forget my love and fervice. 

DES. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here, 
I give thee warrant of thy place: aflure thee, 
If i do vow a friendfhip, I'll perform it 
To the laft article: my lord mall never reft, 
I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience; 
His bed mall feem a fchool, his board a mrift; 
I'll intermingle every thing he does 
With Co/fid's fuit: Therefore be merry, Cajfio\ 
For thy follicitor mail rather die, 
Than give thy cause away. 

Enttr OTHELLO, at aDiJlanct\ 
I AGO nuith him. 

EMI. Madam, here comes my lord. 

CAS. Madam, I'll take my leave. 

DES. Why, ftay, and hear me fpeak. 

CAS. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease, 
Unfit for mine own purposes. 

DES. Well,toeH, 
Do your difcrefion. [Exit CASSIO. 

JAG. Ha! I like not that. 

OTH. What doft thou fay ? 

IAG. Nothing, my lord : Or if I know not what. 

OTS. Was not that CaJJio, parted from my wife? 

IAG. Caffio, my lord? No, fure, I cannot think it, 
That he would fteal away fo guilty-like, 
Seeing you coming. 

OTH. I do believe, 'twas he. 

DES. How now, my lord? [going toward* him, 

I have been talking with a fuitor here, 



56 Othello. 

A man that languishes in your difpleasure. 

Of a. Who is't, you mean ? 

DES. Why, your lieutenant Caffio. Good my lord* 
If I have any grace, or power to move you, 
His present reconciliation take; 
For, if he be not one that truly loves you, 
That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning, 
I have no judgment in an honeft face : 
I pr'ythee, call him back. 

OTH. Went he hence now? 

DES. Ay, footh; fo humbl'd, 
That he hath left part of his grief with me, 
To fuffer with him: Good love, call him back. 

OTH. Not now, fweet Desdemona ; fome other time. 

DES. ButfhalPt be fhortly? 

OTH. The fooner, fweet, for you. 

DES. ShalPt be to-night at fupper? 

OTH . No, not to-night. 

DES. To-morrow dinner then ? 

OTH. I (hall not dine at home; 
I meet the captains at the citadel. 

Dzs. Why then, to-morrow night; or tuesday morn; 
Or tuesday noon, or night; or we'nsday morn; 
1 pray thee, name the time; but let it not 
Exceed three days: In faith, he's penitent; 
And yet his trefpafs, in our common reason, 
(Save that, they fay, the war mutt make example* 
Out of her beft) is not almoft a fault 
To incur a private check: When (hall he come? 
Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my foul, 
What you could aflc me, that I fhould deny, 
Or Hand fo mamm'ring on. What! Michael Cajfio, 



Othello. 57 

That came a wooing with you ; and many a time, 
When I have fpoke of you difprai singly, 
Hath ta"'en your part; to have fo much to do 
To bring him in! Trull me, I could do much, 

Or a. Pr'ythee, no more: let him come when he will; 
I will deny thee nothing. 

DES. Why, this is not a boon; 
'Tis as I mould entreat you wear your gloves, 
Or feed on nouriming dimes, or keep you warm, 
Or fue to you to do peculiar profit 
To your own perfon : Nay, when I have a fuit, 
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed, 
It mail be full of poize and difficulty, 
And fearful to be granted. 

Otu. I wili deny thee nothing : 
Whereon, I do befeech thee, grant me this,"" 
To leave me but a little to myfelf. 

DES. Shall I deny you? no: Farewd, my lord. 

OTH. Farewei, roy Desdzmona: I will come to thee 
ftraight. 

DES. Etmtia, come : _ Be it as your fancies teach you; 
Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exit, -with EM*. 

Or a. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my fouf, 
But 1 do love thee! and when t love thee not, 
Chaos is come again. 

IAG. My noble lord, 

Or a. What doit thou fay, lago? 

IAG. Did Mi<hael CaJ/io, when you woo'd my lady, 
Know of your love? 

OTH. He did, from firft to laft: Why doft thou afk? 

IAG, But for a fatiffaftion of my thought, 

' and fo many do a peculiar 

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$8 Othello, 

No fufther harm. 

OTH. Why of thy thought, lego? 

JAG . I did not think, he had been acquainted with i ?. 

Or a. O, yes; and went between us very oft. 

JAG. Indeed? -M.' 

OTH. Indeed? ay, indeed; Discera'ft thou aught in 

that? 
Is he not honeft? 

JAG. Honeft, my lord ? 

OTH. Honeft? ay, honeft. 

JAG. My lord, for aught I know. 

OTH. What doit thou think? 

JAG. Think, my lord? 

OTH. Think, my lord?_By heaven, he ecchoes me, 
As if there were fome moniler in his thought, 
Too hideous to be (hewn Thou doft mean fomething: 
I heard thee fay but now, Thou lik'fcft not that, 
When Cafio left my wife; What didft not like? 
-And, when I told thee, he was of my counfel, 
In my whole courfe of wooing, thou cry'dft, Indeed? 
And didft contract and purfe thy brow together, 
As if thou then hadft Ihut up in thy brain 
Some horrible conceit: If thou doft love me, 
Shew me thy thought. 

IAG. My lord, you know I love you. 

Ora. I think, thou doft ; 

And, for I know thou'rt full of love and honefly, 
Andweigh'ft thy words before thougiv'ft them breath, 
Therefore these ftops of thine fright me the more: 
For fuch things, in a falfe difloyal knave, 
Are tricks of cuftom; but, in a man that's juft, 
They are clofe denotements, working from the heart, 



Othello* 59 

That paffion cannot rule. 

IAG. For Michael Cafto, 
I dare be fworn, I think that he is honeft. 
OTH . I think fo too. 
IAG. Men fliould be what they feem; 
Or, those that be not, 'would they might feem none. 
Ora. Certain, men mould be what they feem. 
IAG. Why then, I think CaJ/io's an honeft man. 
OTH. Nay, yet there's more in this: 
I pray thee, fpeak to me as to thy thinkings, 
As thou doft ruminate; and give thy worft of thoughts 
The worft of words. 

JAG. Good my lord, pardon me ; 
Though I am bound to every aft of duty, 
I am not bound to that all flaves are free to. 
Utter my thoughts? Why, fay, they are vile and falfe, 
As where's that palace, whereinto foul things 
Sometimes intrude not? who has a breaft fo pure, 
But fome uncleanly apprehenfions 
Keep leets, and law-days, and in feffion fit 
With meditations lawful? 

OTH. Thou doft confpire againft thy friend, logo, 
If thou but think'ft him wrong'd, and mak'ft his ear 
A ftranger to thy thoughts. 

IAG. I do befeech you, 

Though I (perchance) am vicious in my guefs, 
(As, I confefs, it is my nature's plague, 
To fpy into abufes; and, oft, my jealoufy 
Shapes faults that are not) that your wisdom yet, 
From one that fo imperfectly conceits, 
Would take no notice ; nor build yourfelf a trouble 
Out of his fcattering and unfure observance I'- 
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60 Othello. 

It were not for your quiet, nor your good, 
Nor for my manhood, honefty, or wisdom, 
To let you know my thoughts. 

Or a. What doft thou mean ? 

IAG. Good name, in man, and woman, dear my lord, 
Is the immediate jewel of their fouls: [ n g> 

Who fteals my purfe, Heals trafli ; 'tis fomethlng, nothi- 
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been (lave to thousands ; 
But he, that filches from me my good name, 
Robs me of that, which not enriches him, 
And makes me poor indeed. 

OTH. I'll know thy thought. 

IAG. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; 
Nor (hall not, wlullt 'tis in my cuilody. 

Or it. Ha* 

IJG. O, beware, my lord, of jcaloufy; 
It is the green-ey'd moniter, which doth make 
The meat it feeds oi>: That cuckold lives in biifs, 
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; 
But, o, what damned minutes tells he o'er, 
Who dotes, yet doubts, fufpeSs,. yet Urongly loves ? 

Ofa. O misery! 

7*e. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough j 
But riches, finelefs, is as poor as winter, 

To him that ever fears he (hall be poor: 

Good heaven, the fouls of all my tribe defend 
From jealoufy! 

OTH. Why, why is this, 1*80? 
Think'ft thou, I'd make a life of jea!oufy, 
To follow ftill the changes of the moon 
With frefh fufpicions? No; to be once in doubt, 
Is once to be resolv'd : Exchange me for a goat, 

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Othello. 61 

When I mall turn the businefs of my foul 
To fuch exufflicate and blown furmisea, 
Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous, 
To fay my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, 
Is free of fpeech, fings, plays, and dances well; 
Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : 
Nor from mine own weak merits will f draw 
The fmalleft fear, or doubt of her revolt; 
For fhe had eyes, and chose me: No,'Iaga; 
I'll fee, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; 
And, on the proof, there is no more but this, 
Away at once with love, or jealoufy. 

IAG. I am glad of this; for now I fhall have reason, 
To mew the love and duty that I bear you 
With franker fpirit : therefore, as I am bound, 
Receive it from me; I fpeak not yet of proof. 
Lock to your wife, observe her- well with Cafltoi 
Wear your eye thus, not jealous, nor fecure: 
J would not have your free and noble nature, 
Out of felf- bounty, be abus'd ; look to't: 
1 know our country difposition well; 
In Venice they do let heaven fee the pranks, 
They dare not (hew their husbands ; their belt confcience 
Js not to leave undone, but keep unknown. 

OTU. Doft thoa fayfo? ' 

IAG. She did deceive her father, marrying you: 
And, when fhe feem'd to fhake, and fear your looks, 
She lov'd them moft. 

OTH. And fo fhe did. 

IAG. Go to, then; 

She that, fo young, could give out fuch a feeming, 
To feel her father's eyes up, clofe as oak, 

3 Why go 

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<?* Othello, 

He thought,'twas witchcraft: But I am much to bl- 
J humbly do befeech you of your pardon, [amej 

For too much loving you. 

OTH. I am bound to thee for ever. 

IAG. I fee, this hath a little dam'd your fpirits. 

OfH. Not a jot, not a jot. 

IAG. Truft me, I fear it has. 
I hope, you will confider, what is fpoke 
Comes from my love-. But, I do fee, you are mov'd} 
J am to pray you, not to ftrain my fpeech 
To grofler iflues, rnor to larger reach, 
Than to fufpicion. 

OTH. I will not. 

IAG. Should you do fo, my lord, 
My fpeech mould fall into fuch vile fuccefs 
As my thoughts aim not at. Coffin's my worthy friend: 
My lord, I fee, you are mov'd. 

OTH. No, not much mov'd : 
I do not think, but Defdemonas honeft. 

IAG. Long live me fo! and long live you to think fo ! 

OTH. And yet, how nature, erring from itfelf, 

IAG. Ay, there's the point: As, to be bold with 

you, 

Not to affeft many proposed matches, 
Of her own clime, complexion, and degree; 
Whereto, we fee, in ail things nature tends: 
Foh ! one may fmell, in fuch, a will moft rank, 
Foul difproportion, thoughts unnatural. 
But pardon me; I do not, in position, 
Diilindlly fpeak of her: though I may fear, 
Her will, recoiling to her better judgment, 
May fall to match you with her country 



Othello. f 3 

And (hapily) repent. 

OTH. Farewel, farewcl : 

If more them doft perceive, let me know more; 
Set on thy wife to observe: Leave me, lago. 

IAG . My lord, I take my leave. [as going. 

Or a. Why did I marry ? This honeft creature,doubt- 

lefs, 
Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. 

IAG . My lord, [returns.] I would, [ might entreat your 

honour 

To fcan this thing no farther ; leave it to time. 
And though 'tis fit that Caffjo have his place, 
(For, fure, he fills it up with great ability) 
Yet, if you please to hold him off a while, 
You (hall by that perceive him and his means : 
Note, if your lady ilrain his entertainment 
With any flrong or vehement importunity; 
Much will be feen in that. In the mean time, 
Let me be thought too busy in my fears, 
(As worthy cause I have, to fear 1 am) 
And hold her free, I do befeech your honour. 

Of u. Fear not my government. 

IAG. I once more take my leave. [Exit. 

Or a. This fellow's of exceeding honefty, 
And knows all qualities, with a learned fpirit, 
Of human dealings: If I do prove her haggard, 
Though that her jefles were my dear heart-firings, 
I'd whittle her off, and let her down the wind, 
To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black ; 
And have not those foft parts of converfation, 
That chamberers have: Or, for I am declin'd 
jflto the vale of years; yet that's not much. 

U4 



6* Othello. 

She's gone; I am abus'd ; and my relief 

Muft be to loath her. O curfe of marriage, 

That we can call these delicate creatures oors, 

And not their appetites! I had rather be a tead, 

And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, 

'J nan keep a corner in the thing I love 

For others' ufes. Yet, 'tis the plague of great ones; 

Prerogativ'd are they lfs than the bafe: 

'Tis deftiny unfhunjiab'e, like c*eath; 

Even then this forked plague is fated to us, 

When we do quicken. Desctemena comes : 

Enter DESDEMONA. aWEwiLJA. 
3f flie be faife, o, then heaven mocks itfelfl 
I'll not believe 't. 

DES. How now, my AezrOtbtllt? 
Your dinner, and the generous islanders 
By you invited, do attend your presence. 

Or/f. f am to blame. 

Dps. Why is your fpeech fo faint? are you not well? 

GTH I have a pain upon my forehead here. 

DES. Why, that's with watching; 'twill away again: 
Let me but bind it hard, within this hour 
It will be well. [g ce * to d it with a Handkerchief. 

OTH. Your napkin is too little; 

[putting itfrcm him, and it drops. 
Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you. 

[Extant OTHELLO, ^DESDEMONA. 

EMI. I am glad, I have found this napkin ; 

\_pickifig it up. 

This was her firft remembrance from the Moor: 
My wayward husband hath a hundred times 
Wpo'd me to fieal it; but (he fo loves the token, 



Othello. 65 

(For he conjur'd her, fhe fhould ever keep it) 
That (he reserves it evermore about her, 
To kifs, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out, 
And give't lags: 

What he will do with it, heaven knows, not I; 
I nothing, but to please his fantafy. 
Enter IAGO. 

JAG. How now! what do you here alone? 

EMI. Do not you chide; I have a thing for you. 

IAG. A thing for me : it i& a common thing: 

Em. Ha! 

IAG. To have a foolifh wife. 

EMI. O, is that all ) What will you give me now 
For that fame handkerchief? 

JAG. What handkerchief? 

EMI. What handkerchief? 
Why, that the Moor firft gave to Desaemona ; 
That which fo often you did bid me fteal. 

IAG. Haft ftole it from her? 

EMI. No ; but fhe let it drop by negligence; 
And, to the advantage, I, being here, took't op: 
Look, here "fit is. 

IAG. A good wench; give it me. [fnateoing it. 

EMI. What will you do with't, that you have been 

fo earnelt 
To have me filch it ? 

JAG . Why, what's that to you ? 

EMI. If 't be not for fome purpose of import, 
Give't me again: Poor lady! ihe'll run mad, 
When (he {hall lack it. 

JAG. Be not you known on't; I have ufe for it. 
Go, leave me. [Exit EMILIA* 



66 Othello. 

I will in Caffio^ lodging lose this napkin, 

And let him find it: Trifles, light as air, 

Are, to the jealous, confirmations ftrong 

As proofs of holy writ. This may do fomething. 

The Moor already changes with my poison ; 

Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons ; 

Which, at the firft, are fcarce found to diftafte ; 

But, with a little acl upon the blood, 

Burn like the mines of fulphur. I did fay fo : 

Enter OTHELLO, at a Difiance. 

Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, 
Nor all the drowzy fyrops of the world, 
Shall ever med'cine thee to that fweet fleep 
Which thou ow'dft yefterday. 

OTH. Ha ! falfe to me? 

JJG. Why, how now, general? no more of that. 

Or a . Avant ! be gone ! thou haft fet me on the rack:_ 
I fwear, 'tis better to be much abus'd, 
Than but to know't a little. 

/xc. How now, my lord? 

OTH. What fenfe had I of her ftoln hours of luft? 
J faw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me: 
I flept the next night well, was free, and merry; 
3 found not Card's kifles on her lips : 
He that is rob'd, not wanting what is ftoln, 
Let him not know't, and he's not rob'd at all. 

IAG. I am forry to hear this. 

OTH. 1 had been happy, if the general camp, 
Pioncrs and all, had tailed her fweet body, 
So I had nothing known: O now, for ever, 
Farewel the tranquil mind ! farewel content! 
Farewel the plumed troops; and the big war f 



Othello. 67 

That makes ambition virtue! o, farewell 
Farewel the neighing fteed, and the fhrill trump, 
The fpirit-ftirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife, 
The royal banner; and all quality, 
Pride, pomp, and circumftance of glorious war! 
And o you mortal engines, whose rude throats 
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, 
p'arewel ! Othello's occupation's gone ! 

IAG. Is't poffible?_ My lord, 

Ofa. Villain, be fure thou prove my love a whore; 

[taking him by the Throat. 
Be fure of it; give me the ocular proof; 
Or, by the worth of my eternal foul, 
Thou hadll been better have been born a dog, 
Than anfwer my wak'd wrath. 

IAG. Is't come to this? 

OTH. Make me to fee't; or (at the leaft) fo prove it, 
. That the probation bear no hindge, nor loop, 
To hang a doubt on; or woe upon thy life! 

IAG. My noble lord, 

QTB. If thou doft flander her, and torture me, 
Never pray more: abandon all remorfe; 
On horror's head horrors accumulate; 
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd; 
For nothing canft thou to damnation add, 
Greater than that. 

IAG. O grace! o heaven defend me!_ 
Are you a man? have you a foul, or fenfe? 
God be wi'you; take mine office O wretched fool, 
That lov'ft to make thine honefty a vice !_ 
O monftrous world ! Take note, take note-, o world, 
To be direft and honeft, is not fafe. 



63 Othello. 

I thank yon for this profit ; and, from hence, 
I'll love no friend, fkh love breeds fuch offence. 

OTH. Nay, flay; Thou fhould'ft be honeft. 

IAG. I fhould be wise; for honefty's a fool, 
And loses that it works for. 

OTH. By the world, 

I think my wife is honeft, think (he is not; 
I think that thou art juft, and think thou art not; 
I'll have fotre proof: Her name, that was as frefh 
As Dians visage, is now begrira'd and black 

As mine own face. If there be cords, or knives, 

Poison, or fire, or fuffocating ftreams, 

I'll not enclore't. 'Would, 1 were fatiffy'd! 

IAG. I fee, fir, you are eaten up with paffion; 
I do repent me, that I put it to you. 
You would be fatiffy'd ? 

Or a. Would? nay, I will. 

IAG. And may; But, how? how /atiffy'd, my lord? 
Would you, the Supervisor, grofly gape onr 
Behold her tupp'd? 

OTH. Death and damnation! Oh! 

7>c. It were a tedious difficulty, 1 think. 
To bring 'em to that profpecV: Damn 'em then, 
Jf ever mortal eyes do fee them bolikr, 
More than their own ! IV bat then? bow then, 
Where's fafiff#aim? What ft, a! II fay? 
]t is impoflib!e, you fhould iee this; 
Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkies, 
As fait as wolves in pride, and fools as grois 
As ignorance made drunk : But yet, I fay. 
If imputation, snd ftrong circumfrances, 
Which lead directly to the door of truth, 

' hcpe.fl, and thinks x - topped * 6 v. Nate. 



Othello. 69 

Will give you fatifFa&ion, you may have't. 

OTH. Give me a living reason {he's difloyal. 

IAG. I do not like the office: 
But, fith I am enter'd in this cause fo far, 
Prick'd to't by foolim honefty, and love, 
I will go on. I lay with CaJ/io lately; 
And, being troubl'd with a raging tooth, 
I could not fleep. There are a kind of men 
So loofe of foul, that in their fleeps will mutter 
3Df their affairs : One of this kind is Caflio. 
} n fleep I heard him fay, Sweet Desdemona, 
Let us bf ivary, let us kide our loves: 
And then, fir, would he gripe and wring my hand; 
Cry, O f-uieet creature! and then kifs me hard, 
As if he pluck'd up kifles by the roots, 
That grew upon my lips: then iay'd his leg 
Over my thigh, and figh'd, and kiff'd; and then 
Cry'd Cur/eJfate, that gave tbee to the Moor! 

OTH. O monftrous! monftrous! 

IAG. Nay, this was but his dream. 

OTB. But this denoted a fore-gone conclusion; 
'Tis a flirewd doubt, though it be but a dream. 

IAG. And this may help to thicken other proofs, 
That do demonftrate thinly. 

OTH. I'll tear her all to pieces. 

I AC. Nay, but be wise: yet we fee nothing done; 
She may be honeft yet. Tell me but this, 
Have you not fometime feen a handkerchief, 
Spotted with ftrawberries, in your wife's hand? 

Or a. I gave her fuch a one; 'twas ray firft gift. 

IAG . I know not that : but fuch a handkerchief, 
(I am fure, it was your wife's) did I to-day 



7 Othclltf* 

See CaJJto wipe his beard with. 

OTH. If't be that, 

IAG. If it be that, or any, if 'twas hers, 
It fpeaks againft her, with the other proofs. 

Ota. O, that the flave had forty thousand lives} 
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge ! 

Now do I fee 'tis true Look here, lago-, 

All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 

'Tis'fgone. 

Arise, black vengeance, from the hollow hell! 
Yield up, o love, thy crown, and hearted throne, 
To tyrannous hate ! fwell, bosom, with thy fraught, 
For 'tis of afpicks' tongues ! 

IAG. Pray, be content. 

QTH. O, blood, lago, blood ! [ n g e 

IAG. Patience, I fay; your mind, perhaps, may cha- 

OTH. Never, logo: Like to the Pontick fea, 
"Whose icy current and compulfive courfe 
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on 
To the Propontick and the Hellejpont ; 
Even fo my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, 
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, 
Till that a capable and wide revenge 
Swallow them up. Now, by yond* marble heaven, 

[kneeling. 

In the due reverence of a facred vow, 
1 here engage my words. 

IAG. Do not rise yet [kneeh tos* 

Witnefs, you ever-burning lights above, ; 

You elements that clip us round about, 
Witnefs, that here lago doth give up 
The execution of his wit, hand, heart* 



Othello, 71 

To wrong'd 0/^//o's fervice : let him command, 
And to obey fhall be in me no remorfe, 
What bloody businefs ever. 

OTH . I greet thy love, \. r "iS* 

Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous, 
And will upon the inftant put thee to't: 
Within these three days let me hear thee fay, 
That Cafio's not alive. 

IAG. My friend is dead; 'tis done, as you reqocft: 
But let her live. 

OTH. Damn her, lewd minx, o, damn her! 
Come, go with me apart ; I will withdraw, 
To furniih me with fome fwift means of death 
For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. 

IAG. I am your own for ever. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. The fame. 
Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown. 

DES. Do you know, firrah, where lieutenant Caflh 
lies? 

C/o. I dare not fay, he lies any where. 

Das. Why, man? 

Clo. He is a foldier; and for one to fay a foldier lies, 
is ftabbing. 

DES. Go to ; Where lodges he? 

Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where 
Hie. 

DES. Can any thing be made of this? 

Clo. I know not where he lodges ; and for me to de- 
vise a lodging, and fay he lies here, or he lies there, 
were to lie in my own throat. 

DES. Can you enquire him out, and be edify'd by 



7 Othello, 

report ? 

C/o. I will catechize the world for him ; that is, make 
queitions, and bid them anfwer. 

DES. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him, I 
have aiov'd my lord in his behalf, and hope all will be 
well. 

Clo. To do this, is within the compafs of man's wit j 
and therefore I will attempt the doing it. [Exit. 

DES. Where ihoold I lose that handkerchief, Emilia? 

EMI. I know not, madam. 

DES. Believe me, I had rather have loft my parfe, 
Full of crufadoes: And, but rny noble Af0r 
Is true of mind, and made of no (isch bafenefs 
As jealous creatures are, it weic enough 
To put him to ill-thinking. 

EMI. Is he not jealous i 

DES. Who, he ? I think, the fan r where he was born, 
Drew ail fuch humours from him. 

EMI. Look, where he .comes. 

Enter OTHELLO. 

DES, I will not leave him mxv, [lord? 

'Till CaJJio be call'd to him. _ How is't with you, my 

Of a. Weil, my good lady :__" O hardnefs to diffem- 
How do yoUfDej^mcaaP [ble!"_ 

DES. Well, my good lord. 

QTH. Give me your hand: This hand js moiit,my lady. 

DES. It yet has felt no age, nor known no forrow. 

O-Tff. This argues fruktuinefs, and liberal heart;-* 
Hot, hot, and moilt : This hand of yor requires 
A fequelter from liberty, failing ad prayer, 
Much caftigation, exercise devout; 
T'or here's a young and Sweating devil here, 

3 and by them 



Othello. 73 

That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand, 
A frank one WO. 

DES. You may indeed fay fo; 
For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart. 

Or a. A liberal hand: The hands of old gave hearts; 
But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. [ise. 

DF.S. 1 cannot fpeak of this. Come now, your prom- 

Ora. What promise, chuck ? 

DES. I have fent to bid Cajpo come fpeak with you* 

Or a. I have a fait and forry rheum offends me; 
me thy handkerchief. 

DES. Here,"]" my lord. 

OTH. That which 1 gave you. 

DES. I have it not about me. 

Or a. Not? 

DES. No, indeed, my lord. 

Or a. That is a fault: That handkerchief 

id an Egyptian to my mother give : 
She was a charmer, and could almoft read 
The thoughts of people : me told her, while (he kept it* 
Twould make her amiable, and fubdue my father 
ttltirely to her love; but, if fhe loft it, 
Dr made a gift of it, my father's eye 
Should hold her loathly, and his fpirits mould hunt 
After new fancies: She, dying, gave it me; 
And bid me, when my fate would have me wive, 
To give it her. I did fo : and take heed on't, 
Make it a darling like your precious eye; 
To lose't, or give't away, were fuch perdition 1 , 
As nothing elfe could match. 

DES. Is't poflible? 

Ora. 'Tis true; there's magick in the web of it: 

5 hearts of old gave hands 

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74 Otheila. 

A fybil, that had number'd in the world 

The fun to courfe two hundred compafles, 

In her prophetick fury fow'd the work : 

The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the filk; 

And it was dy'd in mummy, which the fkilful 

Conferv'd of maidens' hearts. 

DES. Indeed? is't true? 

OTH. Moft veritable ; therefore look to't well. 

DES. Then 'would to heaven, that I had never feen't! 

OTH. Ha! wherefore? 

DES. Why do you fpeak fo ftartingly and ram? 

OTH. Is't loft? is't gone? fpeak, is it out o'the way? 

DES. Blefs us! 

OTH. Say you? 

DPS. It is not loft; But what an if it were? 

Or a. Ha ! 

DES. I fay, it is not loft. 

OTH. Fetch't, let me fee't. 

DES. Why, fo I can, fir, but I will not now: 
This is- a trick, to put me from my fuit; 
I pray, let Coffio be receiv'd again. 

OTH. Fetch me that handkerchief: my mind miigiv^i 

DES. Come, come; 
You'll never meet a more fufficient man : 

OTH. The handkerchief. 

DES. A man that, all his time, 
Hath founded his good fortunes on your love; 
Shar'd dangers with you: 

OTH. The handkerchief. 

DES. In footh, you are to blame. 

OTM. Away! [Exit OTHELLJO} 

SMI. Is not this man jealous ? 



Othello. 75 

DES. I ne'er law this before. 
Sure, there's fome wonder in this handkerchief: 
I am moft unhappy in the lofs of it. 

EMi. 'Tis not a year or two (hews us a man : 
They are all but ftomaclcs, and we all but food; 
They eat us hungerly, and, when they are full, 
They belch us. Look you ! Coffin, and my husband. 
Enter IAGO, ant/CASSio. 

IAG. There is no other way; 'tis {he, muft do't; 
And, lo, the happinefs! go, and importune her. 

DES. How now, good CV^/for* what's the news with you? 

CAS. Madam, my former fuit: I do befeech you, 
That, by your virtuous means, I may again 
Exifl, and be a member of his love, 
Whom I, with all the office of my heart, 
Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd: 
If my offence be of fuch mortal kind, 
That nor my fervice paft, nor present forrows, 
Nor purpos'd merit in futurity, 
Can ranfom me into his love agaifl, 
But to know fo muft be my benefit; 
So (hall I cloth me in a forc'd content, 
And moot myfelf upon fome other courfe, 
To fortune's alms. 

DES. Alas, thrice-gentle Caffio, 
My advocation is not now in tune; 
My lord is not my lord; nor mould I know him, 
Were he in favour, as in humour, alter'd. 
So help me every fpirit fan&ify'd, 
As I have fpoken for you all my beft ; 
And flood within the blank of his difpleasure, 
For my free fpeech ! You muft a while be patient : 

*; up. in 

Xa 



7 & Othello. 

What I can do, I will; and more I will, 
Than for myfelf I dare ; let -that fuffice you. 

JjiG. Is my lord angry? 

EMI. He went hence but now, 
And, certainly, in ftrange unquietnefs. 

IAG. Can he be angry? 1 have feen, the cannon 
When it hath blown his ranks into the air; 
And, like the devil, from his very arm 
PufPd his own brother; And can he be angry? 
Something of moment, then : I will go meet him ; 
There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. 

DES* I pr'ythee, do fo. [Exit IAG JSomethingjfure, 

of Mate, 

Either from Venice; or fome unhatch'd pradlice, 
Made demonftrable here in Cyprus to him, 
Hath puddl'd his clear fpirit: and, in fuch cafes, 
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things, 
Though great ones are their object. 
'Tis even fo; for let our finger ach, 
And it endues our other healthful members 
Even to that fenfe of pain: Nay,, we muft think, 
Men are not gods$ 

Nor of them look for fuch observancy 
As fits the bridal. _Befhrew me much, Emilia, 
I was (unhandfome warrior as I am) 
Arraigning his unkindnefs with my foul ; 
But now I find, 1 had fuborn'd the witneis, 
And he's indited falfely. 

EMI. Pray heaven, it be ftate matters, as you think;. 
And no conception, nor no jealous toy, 
Concerning you. 

/>$. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause. 



Othello. 77 

EMI. Bat jealous fouls will not be anfwer'J Co; 
They are not ever jealous for the cause, 
But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monfler, 
Begot upon itfelf, born on itfelf. 

DES. Heaven keep the monfter from Othello's mind! 

EMI. Lady, amen. 

DES. I will go feek him CaJJio, walk hereabout: 
If I do find him fit, I'll move your fuit, 
And feek to effedl it to my uttermoft. [EMI. 

CAS. I hum Wy thank your ladyfliip. [Exeunt DES. and 
Enter BIANCA. 

"RiA. Save you, friend Caffio! 

CAS. What make you from home ? 
How is it with you, my moft fair Bianca? 
Indeed, fweet love, I was coming to your lodging. 

BIA. And I was going to your lodging, Caffio. 
What! keep a week away? feven days and nights? 
Eightfcore eight hours? and lovers' abfent hours, 
More tedious than the dial eightfcore times? 

weary reck'ningl 

CAS. Pardon me, Eianca\ 

1 have this while with leaden thoughts been preiTd: 
But I fliall, in a more convenient time, 

Strike off this fcore of abfence. Sweet Bianca, '{kerchief. 
Take me this workout, [giving her Desdemonz's Hamf- 

BIA. O, Cajfio, whence came this ? 
This is fome token from a newer friend. 
To the felt abfence now I feel a cause: 
Is't come to this? Well, well. 

CAS. Woman, go tol 

Throw your vile gueiFes in the devil's teeth, 
From whence you have 'em. You are jealous now, 

Ja Go to, woman 

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78 Othello. 

That this is from fome miilrefs, fome remembrance: 
No, in good troth, Eianca. 

BIA. Why, whose is it? 

CAS. I know not, neither; I found it in my chamber f 
I like the work well; ere it be demanded, 
(As like enough, it will) I'd have it copy'd : 
Take it, and do't; and leave me, for this time. 

EIA. Leave you! wherefore? 

CAS. I do attend here on the general; 
And think it no addition, nor my \vifh, 
To have him fee me woman'd. 

BIA. Why, I pray you ? 

CAS. Not, that I love you not. 

BIA. But that you do not love me. 
J pray you, bring me on the way a little; 
And fay, if I fhall fee you foon at night ? 

CAS. 'Tis but a little way, that I can bring you, 
For I attend here: but I'll fee you foon. 

BIA. 'Tis very good; I muft be circumftanc'd. [**#/; 

T -, t 

. 

ACT IV. 

SCENE I. The fame. 
Enter OTHELLO, and I A G o , cwverfing* 

IAG. Will you think fo? 

OIH. Think fo, lago? 

JAG. What* 
To kifs in private? 

QfH. An unauthoriz'd kifs. 

JAG. Or to be naked with her friend in bed> 
An hour, or more, not meaning any harm? 



Othello. 79 

Ora. Naked in bed, lago, and not mean harm? 
It is hypocrify againft the devil: 
They that mean virtuoufly, and yet do fo, 
The devil their virtue tempts, and they temptt heaven. 

IAG. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial flip: 
But if [ give my wife a handkerchief, 

Offf. What then? 

IAG. Why, then 'tis hers, my lord ; and, being hers, 
She may, I think, betlow't on any man. 

Orx. She is proprietress of her honour too; 
May me give that? 

IAG. Her honour is an eflence that's not feen ; 
They have it very oft, that have it not : 
-Eat, for the handkerchief, 

OTU. By heaven, I would moft gladly have forgot it: . 
Thou faid'ft,~~O, it comes o'er my memory, 
As doth the raven o'er the infe&tous houfe, 
Boding to all, he had my handkerchief. 

JAG . Ay, what of that ? 

Of a. That's not fo good now. [ n g^ 

IAG. What if f had laid, I had feen him do you wr- 
Or heard him fay, As knaves be fuch abroad, 
Who having, by their own importunate fuit, 
Or voluntary dotage of fome miftrefs, 
Convinc'd, or fuppl'd them, -fltaiQljt cannot choose 
But they muft blab: 

Oru. Hath he faid any thing? 

IAG. He hath, my lord; but, be you well aflur'd, 
No more than he'll unfwear. 
. Or*. What hath he faid? 

JAG. Why, that he did, -I know not what he did. 

QSTJL. What? what? 

i-o proteftre s *; Supplied 

X 4 



So OthellQ. 

JAG. Lye 

Or a. With her? 

IAG. With her, on her; what you will. 

OTH. Lye with her! lye on her ! We fay, lie on heir, 
when they bely her; Lye with her! that's fulfome. Hand- 
kerchief, confeffions handkerchief. To confefs, and 
be hang'd for his labour. Firft, to be hang'd, and then 
to confefs; I tremble at it. Natqre would not inveft her- 
felf in fuch fhadowing paffion, without fome induction. 
Jt is not words, that (hakes me thus: Pi(h! Noses, ears, 
and lips: Is't poffibler Confefs, Handkerchief, Q 
devil ! [falls, as in a Fit. 

IAG. Work on, my med'cine, work! Thus credu- 
lous fools are caught; 

And many worthy and chait dames, even thus, 
All guiltlefs meet reproach. __ What, ho! my lord! 

Enter C A s s i o . 
My lord, I fay! O/^//o/_How now, Caffjo?. 

CAS. What's the matter? 

I,4G. My lord is fall'n into an epilepfy; 
This is his fecond fit, he had one yeflerday. 

CAS. Rub him about the temples. 

IAG. No, forbear; 

The lethargy mufl have his quiet courfe: 
If not, he foams at mouth; and, by and by, 
Breaks out to favage madnefs. Look, he ftirs: 
Do you withdtaw yourfelf a little while, 
He will recover (Iraight; when he is gone, 
J would on great occasion fpeak with you. 

[Exit CASSIC, 

HOW is it, general? have you not hurt your head? 
' 'OTH. Doit mock me? 

s* Inftrudioi* 



Othello. & i 

IAG. I mock you ! no, by heaven ; I mock, you not. 
*Would, you would bear your fortune like a man. 

Ofa. A horned man's a monfter, and a beaft. 

IAG. There's many a bealt then in a populous city, 
And many a civil monfter. 

Of a. Did he confefs it? 

IAG. Good fir, be a man; 
Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'd, 
May draw with you: there's millions now alive, 
Thap nightly lye in those unproper beds, 
Which they dare fwear peculiar; your cafe is better, 
O,'tis the fpite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, 
To lip a wanton in a fecure couch, 
And to fuppose her chaft! No, let me know; 
And, knowing what I am, I know what ihe fnall be. 

OTH. O, thou art wise; that's certain. 

IAG. Stand you a while apart; 
Confine yourfelf but in a patient lift. 
Whilft you were here o'er-whelmed with your grief, 
(A paliion moft unfitting fuch a man) 
Caffio came hither: I fhifted him away, 
And lay'd good 'fcufe upon your extafy; 
Bad him anon return, and here fpeak with me, 
The which he promis'd: Do but encave yourfelf, 
And mark the fleers, the gybes, and notable fcorns, 
That dwell in every region of his face; 
For I will make him tell the tale anew, 
Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when. 
He hath, and is again to cope your wife; 
I fay, but mark his gefture Marry, patience; 
Or I mail fay, you are all in all a fpleen, 
And npthing of a man. 

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82 Othello. 

Or*. Doft hear, lego? 

I will be found moft cunning in my patience; 
But (doft thou hear?) moft bloody. 

JAG. That's not amifs ; 
But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw? 

[Othello conceals bimfelf. 
Now will I queftion Cajfio of Bianco, 
A huswife, that, by felling her desires, 
Buys herfelf bread and cloaths: it is a creature, 
That dotes anCaffio, as "'tis the ftrumpet's plague, 
To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one; 
He, when he hears of her, <:annot refrain 
From the excels of laughter: Here he comes:"" 

EnttrCASsio, at aDiJIance. 
As he (hall fmile, Othello fliall go mad; 
And his unbookifli jealoufy rauft conftrue 
Poor Caffis fmiles, geftures, and light behaviour, 
Quite in the wrong How do you now, lieutenant? 

Cj$. The worfer, that you give me the addition, 
Whose want even kills me. 

JAG. Ply Desdemona well, and you are fure on't: 
Now, if this fuit lay in Bianco* s power, \Jpeaking low. 
How quickly fhould you fpeed ? 

CAS. Alas, poor caitiff"! 

OTH. " Look, how he laughs already !" 

JAG. I never knew a woman love man fb. 

CAS. Alas, poor rogue! I think, indeed, (he loves me. 

OVM. *' Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out.** 

IAG. Do you hear, Cajfio ? 

OTH. " Now he importunes him" 
*' To tell it o'er: Go to; well faid, well faid." 

Lus. She gives it out, that you lhall marry her; 

Do' ft thru hea*e 



Othello. 83 

IDo you intend it? 
CAS. Ha, ha, ha! 

Or a. " Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph?" 

CAS. I marry her? what, a cuftomer! Pr'ythee, bear 
fome charity to my wit; do not think it fo unwholfome. 
Ha, ha, ha! 

OTH. " So, fo, fo, fo: Laugh, that wins." 

IAG . Why, the cry goes, that you mail marry her. 

CAS. Pr'ythee, fay true. 

IAG. I am a very villain elfe. 

OTH. " Have you fcor'd me? Well." 

CAS. This is the monkey's own giving out: fhe is 
perfuaded, I will marry her, out of her own love and 
flattery, not out of my promise. 

Or a. " lago beckons me; now he begins the (lory.** 

CAS. She was here even now; fhe haunts me in every 
place. I was, the other day, talking on the fea-bank 
with certain Venetians ;ati& thither comes the bauble, and 
falls me thus~|~about my neck: 

OTH. " Crying, O dear CaJJio! as it were: his geft-" 
" ure imports it." 

CAS. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; fo 
hales, and pulls me: ha, ha, ha! 

OTH. " Now he tells, how me pluck'd him to my'* 
* : chamber: O, I fee that nose of yours, but not that" 
' dog 1 mail throw it to." 

CAS. Well, I muft leave her company. 

JAG. Before me! look, where me comes. 
Enter BIANCA. 

CAS. 'Tis fuch another fitchew! marry, a perfum'd 
One._What do you mean by this haunting of me? 

BIA. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What did 



#4 Otfhello. 

yon mean by that fame handkerchief, you gave me even 
now? 1 was a fine fool to take it. I mutl take out the 
v/or-k ? -"-A likely piece of work; that you fliould find it 
in your chamber, and know not who left it there* This 
is fome minx's token, and F muft take out the work? 
There, 7^ give it your hobby horfe: wherefoever you had 
it, I'll take out no work on't. 

Cjs. How now,my fweetBianca ? how nowrhow now? 

Ors. " By heaven, that fhould be my handkerchief." 

BIA. An yon'll come to fupper to-night, you may: 

an you will not, come when you are next prepar'd for. 

[Exit BIANCU, 
JAG. After her, after her. 
CAS. I muft, (he'll rail i' the ftreet elfe. 
fjfG. Will you fop there? 
C^s. Yes, f intend fo. 

Well, I may chance to fee you; for I would ve- 
peak with you. 
Pr'ythee, come; Will you? 
Go to; fay no more. [Exit CASSIO. 

How fliall \ murther him, lags? 

[ffmiitg bafttly from bis Concealment. 
IAC.. Did you perceive how he Jaugh'd at his vice? 
OTH. O, jag! 

IAG. And did you fee the handkerchief? 
Or/f. V/as that mine? 

IAG. Yours, by this hand' and to fee how he prizes 
the forlifh woman your wife! flie gave it him, and he 
Lath given it his whnre. 

Ortf I wou'cl have him nin^yeara 
}\omsn? a fair woman! a f.veet woman ! 
JJG. Nay, you muft forget that. 



Othello. 85 

Of a. Ay, let her rot, and perifli, and bedaran'd to- 
night; for the (hall not live : No, my heart is turn'd to 
ftone; I ftrike it, and it hurts my hand. O, the world 
haih not a fweeter creature : fhe might lye by an emp- 
eror's fide, and command him taflcs. 

IAG, Nay, that's not your way. 

Or a. Hang her ! I do but fay what (he is: S) delicate 
with her needle! An admirable musician! O, ihe will 
fing the favagenefs out of a bear! Of fo high and plen- 
teous wit and invention! 

IAG. She's the worfe for all this. 

Ota. O, a thousand, a thousand times: And then, 
of fo gentle a coudition! 

IAG. Ay, too gentle. 

Or a. Nay, that's certain: But yet the pity of it, la- 
go! O, IngOy the pity of it, lago! 

IAG. If you be fo fond over her iniquity, give her 
patent to offend ; for, if it touches not you, it comes 
near nobody. , 

Om. I will chop her into mefies : Cuckold me ! 

IAG. O, 'tis foul in her. 

Orn, With mine officer! 

IAG. That's fouler. 

Or a. Get me fome poison, lago; this night: I'll not 
expoftulate with her, left her body and beauty unpro- 
vide my mind again: this night, lago. 

IAG . Do it not with poison ; ilrangle her in her bed, 
even the bed Ihe hath contaminated. 

OTH. Good, good; the juftice of it pleases; very good. 

IAG. And, for Cajfio,l(:t me be his undertaker: You. 
{hall hear more by midnight. [Trumpa heard. 

OTK, Excellent good. What trumpet is that fame i 



86 Othello. 

IJG. Something from Venice, fure. 'Tis Lodcvico> 
Enter LODOVICO, and Attendants; DESDEMONA, 

and Others, with him. 
Come from the duke: and, fee, your wife is with hirfi. 

LOD. Save you, worthy general! 

Oru. With all my heart, fir. 

LOD. The duke and fenators of Venice greet you. 

[giving him a Packet. 

Orn. I kifs the inflrument of their coofc pleasures. 

[opens, and peruses it". 

DES. And what's the news, good cousin Lodo<uico? 

JAG. I am glad to fee you, fignior; Welcome to Cyprus. 

LOD. I thank you, fir: How does lieutenant Caffio? 

IAG. Lives, fir. 

DES. Cousin, there's fall'n between him and my lord 
An unkind breach: but you mall make all well. 

OfH. Are you fure of that? 

DES. My lord? 

Or a. 'This fail you not to do, as you <will 

LOD. He did not call; he's busy in the paper. 
Is there division 'twixt thy lord and CaJJio? 

DES. A moil unhappy one; I would do much 
To atone them, for the love I bear to CaJJio. 

Or a. Fire and brimftone! 

DES. My lord? 

Or a. Are you wise? 

DES. What, is he angry? 

LOD. May be, the letter mov'd him ; 
For, as I think, they do command him home, 
Deputing CaJJio in his government. 

DES. Truit me, I am glad on't. 

OTH. Indeed? 

i am very glad 



Othello. 87 

ES. My lord? 

OTH. I am glad to fee you mad. 

DES. Why, fweet Or/W/o? 

Of a-. Devil! \Jriking her* 

DES. I have not deserv'd this.- 

LOD. My lord, this would not be believ'd in Veirict, 
Though I (hould fwear I faw't: 'Tis very much; 
Make her amends, (he weeps. 

Or a. O devil, devil ! 

If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, 
Each drop fhe falls would prove a crocodile :__ 
Out of my fight! 

DES. I will not ftay to offend you. 

LOD. Truly, an obedient lady : 
I do befeech your lordftiip, call her back, 

OTH. Miftref*, 

DES. My lord ? 

Ofu. What would you with her, fir? 

LOD. Who I, my lord? 

QTH. Ay, you did wifh, that I would make her turn $ 
Sir, fhe can turn, and turn, and yet go on, 
And turn again j and fhe can weep, fir, weep ; 
And fhe's obedient, as you fay, obedient, 
Very obedient; Proceed you in your tears 
Concerning this, fir, O well -painted paflion! 
I am commanded home: Get you away; 
I'll fend for you anon. Sir, I obey the mandate, 
And will return to Venice-, Hence, avant!_[*/Vl>JZS, 
Caffit fhall have my place. And, fir, to-night, 
I do entreat, that we may fup together. 
You're welcome, fir, to C#r#/. Goats and monkies? 

\Exit Or, 



8S Othello. 

LOD. Is this the noble Moor, whom our full fenate 
Call all-in-all fufficient? This the nature 
Whom paffion could not fhake? whose folid virtue 
The fhot of accident, nor dart of chance, 
Could neither graze, nor pierce? 

IAG. He is much chang'd. 

LOD. Are his wits fafe? is he not light of brain ? 

IAG. He's that he is ; I may not breath my cenfure. 
What he might be, if, what he might, he is not, 
I would to heaven, he were. 

LOD. What, ftrike his wife! 

JAG. 'Faith, that was not fo well ; Yet 'would I knew,, 
That ftroke would prove the worit. 

LOD. Is it his ufe? 

Or did the letters work upon his blood, 
And new-create this fault? 

IAG. Alas, alas, 
It is not honefty in me, to fpeak 
What I have feen and known. You (hall observe him; 
And his own courfes will denote him fo, 
That I may fave my fpeech : Do but go after, 
And mark how he continues. 

LOD. I am forry, that I am deceiv'd in him. \Exeunt. 



SCENE II. 
Enter OTHELLO, H</EMILIA. 
Cm. You have feen nothing then? 
EMI. Nor ever heard ; nor ever did fufpedi. 
OTH. Yes, you have feen Cajfio and me together. 
EMI. But then 1 {aw no harm; and then 1 heard 
Each fyllable, tbat breath made up between them. 
CTH. What, did they never whifper? 



Othelld. * 

Elir. Never, my lord. 

Oru. Nor fend you out o' the way? 

EMI. Never. [thing? 

Or a. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her maflc, nor no- 

EMI. Never, my lord. 

Or'n. That's ftrange. 

EMI. I durit, my lord, to wager me is honeft, 
Lay down my foul at (take: if you think other, 
Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom. 
If any wretch hath put this in your head, 
Let heaven requite it with the ferpent's curfe! 
For, if (he be not honeit, chaft, and true, 
There's no man happy; the pureit of their wives 
Is foul as flander. 

QTH. Bid her come hither; go. [Exit EMU 

She fays enough; yet fhe's a fimple bawd, 
That cannot fay as much. This is a fubtle whore, 
A closet lock and key cf villanous fecrets: 
And yet flie'Il kneel, and pray ; I have feen her do'ti 
Re-enter Emilia, <vahh DESDBMONA. 

DES. My lord, what is your will? 

Ora. Pray, chuck, come hither. 

DES. What is your pleasure? 

OTK. Let me fee your eyesj 
Look in my face. 

DES. What horrible fancy's this? 

Ora. Some of your function, miftrefs, [Vc Emilia. 
Leave procreants alone, and that the door; 
Cough, or cry~hem, if any body come: 
Your myilery, your myftery; nay, difpatch. 

[Er// Emilia. 

DES. Upon my~f~knees, what doth your fpeechimport? 

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gs> Othello. 

1 underfland a fury in your words, 
But not the words. 

OTH. Why, what art thou ? 

DES. Your wife, my lord; 
Your true and loyal wife. 

OTH. Come, fwear it, damn thyfelf ; 
Left, being like one of heaven, the devils themfelves 
Should fear to feize thee: therefore be double-damn'di 
Swear thou art honeft. 

DES. Heaven doth truly know it. 

OTH. Heaven truly knows, that thou art falfe as hell. 

DES. To whom,mylordrWithwhom. ? Howam I falfc? 

OTH. O Desdemona! away ! away ! away ! 

DES. Alas, the heavy day !_Why do you weep ? 
Am I the motive of these tears, my lord ? 
If, haply, you my father do fufpecl, 
An inftrument of this your calling back, 
Lay not your blame on me; if you have loft him, 
Why, I have loft him too. 

OTH. Had it pleas'd heaven, 
To try me with affliction ; had lie rain'd 
All kind of fores, and fhames, on my bare head 5 
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips; 
Given to captivity me and my utmoft hopes; 
I fhould have found in fome part of my foul 
A drop of patience: but (alas!) to make me 
A fixed figure, for the hand of fcorn 
To point his flow unmoving finger at, 
Q! o! 

Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : 
But there, where I have garner'd up my hearts 
Where either I muft live, or bear no life; 

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Othello; 91 

The fountain from the which my current runs, 

Or elfe dries up; to be difcarded thence ! 

Or keep it as a ciftern, for foul toads 

To knot and gender in!_turn thy complexion there, 

Patience, thou young and rose-lip'd cherubin, 

Ay, there, look grim as hell. 

DES. I hope, my noble lord efteems me honeft, 
OTH. O, ay; as fummer flies are in the mambles, 
That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, 
Who art fo lovely fair, and fmell'ft To fweet, [been born ! 
That the fenfe akes at thee, 'Would, thou hadft ne'er 
DES. Alas, what ignorant fin have I committed? 
OTH. Was this fair paper, this molt goodly book, 
Made to write whore upon? What, toar, committed! 
Committed! O thou publick commoner, 
I mould make very forges of my cheeks, 
That would to cinders burn up modefty, 
Should I but fpeak thy deeds; What, to^at, committed! 
Heaven flops the nose at it, and the moon winks; 
The bawdy wind, that kifles all it meets, 
Is hufh'd within the hollow mine of earth, 
And will not hear't : Sommittefc ! what, committed ! 
Impudent ftrumpet ! 

DES. By heaven, you do me wrong. 

OTH. Are not you a ftrumpet? 

DES. No, as I am a chriftian: 
If to preserve this veflel for my lord, 
From any other foul unlawful touch, 
Be not to be a ftrumpet, I am none; 

Orff. What, not a whore? 

DES. No, as I (hall be fav'd. 

Or a. Is't poflible ? 



Ya 



92 Otfiello. 

DES. O, heaven forgive us! 

OTH. I cry you mercy, then ; 
J took you for that cunning whore of Venice, 
That marry'd with Othello You, miftrefs, tfjete! 

Re-enier EMILIA. 

That have the office opposite to faint Peter, 
Arid keep the gate of hell ; You, you; ay, you! 
We have done our courfe; there's money for your pains; 
I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counfel. 

[Exit OTHELLO. 

EAII. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive? 

How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady? 

DES. 'Faith, halt afleep. 

EMI. Good madam, what's the matter with my lord? 

DES. With who? 

EMI. With my iord, madam? 

DES. Who is thy lord f 

EMI. He that is yours, fweet lady. 

DES. 1 have none: Do not talk to me, Emilia; 
I cannot weep ; nor anfwer have t none, 
But what mould go by water. Pr'ythee, to-night 
Lay on my bed my wedding meets, remember; 
And call thy husband hither. 

EMI. Here is a change, indeed ! [Exit. 

DES. 'Tis meet I fhould be us'd fo, very meer 
How have I been behav'd, that he might itick 
The fmairft opinion on my lead mifufe? 

Re-enter EMILIA, with IAGO. [you? 

JAG. What is your pleasure, madam? How is't with 

DES. T cannot tell. Those, that do teach young babes a 
Do it with gentle means, and easy tafks : 
He might have chid me fo , for, in good faith> - 

16 Why, with 



Othello, #3 

1 am a child to chiding. 

IAG . What is the matter, Jady ? 

EMI. Alas, lago, my lord hath fo bewhor'd her, 
Thrown fuch defpite and heavy terms upon her, 
As true hearts cannot bear. 

Dxs. Am I that name, lago? 

IAG. What name, fair lady? 

DES. Such as, fhe fays, my lord did fay I Was. 

EMI, He call'd her, whore; a beggar, in his drink, 
Could not have Jay'd fuch terms upon his callet. 

JAG. Whydidhsfo? 

DES. I do not know; I am fure, I am none fuch. 

IAG. Do not weep, do not weep; Alas, the day! 

EMI. Has fhe forfook fo many noble matches, 
Her father, and her country, and her friends, 
To be call'd whore? would it not make one weep? 

DES. It is my wretched fortune. 

IAG. Befhrew him for't! 
How comes this trick upon him? 

DES. Nay, heaven doth know. 

EMI. I will be hang'd, if fome eternal villain, 
Some busy and insinuating rogue, 
Some cogging coz'ning {lave, to get fome office, 
Has not devis'd this flander; I'll be hang'd elfe. 

IAG. Fie! there is no fuch man; it is impofiible. 

DES. If any fuch there be, heaven pardon him! 

, EMI. A halter pardon him ! and hell gnaw his bones! 
Why fiiould he call her, whore? who keeps her company? 
What place? what time? what form? what likelihood ? 
The Moor's abus'd by fome moft villanous knave, 

-Some bafe notorious knave, fome fcurvy fello-.v: 

tQ,, heaveji, that fuch companion thou'dfl unfold; 

3* -companions 



g 4- Othello. 

And put in every honeft hand a whip, 

To lafh the rafca) naked through the world, 

Even from the eaft to the weft! 

IAG. Speak within door. 

EMI. O, fie upon him ! fome fuch fquire he was,. 
That turn'd your wit the feamy fide without, 
And made you to fufpeft me with the Moor. 

IAG. You are a. fool; go to. 

BES. Alas,lago, 

What ihall I do to win my lord again ? 
Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, 
I know not how I loft him. Here I~J~ kneel: 
If e'er rny will did trefpafs 'gainft his love, 
Either in difcourfe of thought, or actual deed; 
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any fenfe, 
Delighted them in any other form; 
Or that I do not yet, and ever did, 
And ever will,-" though he do ftiake me off 
To beggarly divorcement, love him dearly,} 
Comfort forfwear me ! Unkindnefs may do much j 
And his unkindnefs may defeat my life, 
Eut never taint my love. I can't fay, whore; 
It does abhor me, now I fpeak the word; 
To do the aft that might the addition earn, 
Not. the world's mafs of vanity could make me. 

IAG. \ pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour; 
The businefs of the ftate does him offence, 
And he does chide with you. 

DF.S. If 'twere no other, 

I AC. It is but fo, I warrant. [Trumpfts, 

Hark, how these inftruments fummon to fupper! 
The mefienger of Venice flays the meat: K.j^jVs 



Othello. $ 

<5o in, and weep not; all things lhall be well. 

[Exeunt DES. and EMI, 
Enter RODERIGO. 
How now, Roderigo ? 

ROD. I do not find, that thou deal'ft juftly with me. 

IAG. What in the contrary? 

ROD. Every day fhou doft'ft me with fome devife, la- 
go; and rather (as it feems to me now) keepeft from me 
all conveniency, than fupplieft me with the lead advan- 
tage of hope. I will, indeed, no longer endure it : Nor 
am I yet perfuaded, to put up in peace what already I 
have foolimly fuffer'd, 

IAG. Will you hear me, Roderigo? 

ROD. Sir, 1 have heard too much; and yoar words, 
snd performances, are no kin together. 

IAG . You charge me mod tinjuftly. 

ROD. With nought but truth. 1 have wafted myfelf 
eut of means. The jewels you have had from me, to de- 
liver to Desdemona, would half have corrupted a votarift: 
You have told me~ihe hath receiv'd them, and return'd 
me expectations and comforts of hidden relpeft and ac- 
quittance ; but I find nene. 

IAG. Well; go to; very well. 

ROD. Very well? go to? I can not go to, man; nor 
*ds not very well: Nay, I think it is fcurvy; and begin 
to find* myfelf fob'd in it. 

IAG. Very well. 

ROD. I tell you, 'tis qot very well. I will make my- 
felf known to Desdemona: if (he will return me my jew- 
els, I will give over my fuit, and repent my unlawful 
.felicitation ; if not, affure yourfelf, I will fcek fatiffac- 
jioji of you, 



V4 



96 Othello. 

IAG. You have faid now. 

ROD. Ay, and faid nothing, but what I proteft ia* 
tendment of doing. 

JAG. Why, now I fee there's mettle in thee ; and* 
even from this ir.ftant, do build on thee a better opinion 
than ever before. Give roe thy hand, Roderigo: Thou 
halt taken. again ir me a moft jull exception; but yet, I 
proteft, I have dealt naoH directly in thy affair. 

ROD. It ha.th not appear'd. 

. IAG. \ grant, indeed, it hath not appear'd ; and your 
fufpicion is not without wit and judgment. But, Rcdt- 
rigo, if thou hnft that within thee indeed, which I have 
greater reason to believe now thsn ever, I mean, pur- 
pose, c 'urap e, and valour, this night fhew it: if thou 
the next night following enjoy not Desdemona, take me 
from this world with treachery, a,nd devise engines for 
my life. 

ROD. Vv'eil, what is it? is it within reason, and com- 



IAG. Sir, there is efpecial commiflion come from Vet 
nice^ to depute C..-iJj;s in Othello's place. 

ROD. Is that true? why, then Qibello and Desdemcnn 
return again to Venice. 

LAG. O, no; he > es into Mauritania, and taketh a- 
way with him the fair Desdewcna, unieis his abode be 
linger'd here by feme nccident; wherein none can bo 
fo determinate, as the removing of Caffio. 

Rou. How do you mean removing him? 

IAG. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's 
place; knocking out his brains. 

ROD. And that you would have me to do. 

/.rfC. Ay; if you dare do yourftlf a profit, and a right t 



Othello. 97 

He Tups to-night with a harlotry, and thither will I go 
to him ; he knows not yet of his honourable fortune : 
if you will watch his going thence, which I will famiori 
to fall out between twelve and one, you may take him 
at your pleasure ; I will be near to fecond your attempt, 
and he mail fall between us. Come, ftand not amazM 
at it, but go along with me; I will mew you fuch a ne- 
ceffity in his death, that you mail think yourfelf bound 
to put it on him. Jt is now high fupper-time, and the 
flight grows to wafte : about it 

ROD. I will hear further reason for this. 

JAG. And you mall be fatiffy'd. [Exeunt- 

SCENE III. A Room in the Caftle. 
Enter OTHELLO, Looovrco, DESDEMONA, 

EMILIA, and Attendants. 

LOD. 'Befeech you, fir, trouble yourfelf no further. 
OTH. O, pardon me; 'twill do me good to walk. 
OD. Madam, good night; I humbly thank your la- 
dy (hip. 

DES. Your honour is moft welcome. 
Or a. Will you walk, fir/_ 

O, Desdemona, \.fl e PP* n S & ac &* 

DES. My lord? 

OTH. Get you to bed o' the inftant, I will be return'd 
forthwith : difmifs your attendant there ; look, it be done. 
DES. I will, my lord. [Exeunt OTH. LOD. and Att. 
EMI. How goes it now ? he looks gentler than he did, 
DES. He fays, he will return incontinent : 
He hath commanded me to go to bed, 
And bad me to difmifs you. 
MJ. Difmifs me! 



S- Othello. 

DES. It was his bidding; therefore, good Emili* t 
Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu: 
We *nufl not now difplease him. 

Em. I would, you had never feen him. 
Z)S. So would not I; my love doth fo approve him. 
That even his Hubbornnefs, his checks, and frowns,"" 
Pr'ythee, unpin me, have grace and favour in them. 

[beginning to undrefi. 
EMI. \ have lay'd those fheets you bad me on the beet. 

jDzs. All's one: Good father, how fooliih are oar 

mindsl__ 

If I ,do die before thee, pr'ythee, fhrowd me 
In .one of those fame flieets. 
EMI. Come, come, you talk. 
DES. My mother had a m.nid, caWd Barbara; 
She was in love; and he, (he lov'd, prov'd bad, 
.And did forfake her: (he had a fong of willow, 
An old thing 'twas, but it exprefi'd her fortune, 
And fhe dy'd finging i,t: That fong, to-night, 
Will not go from my mind; I have much to do, 
Not to go hang rny head all o' one fide, 
And fing it like poor Barbara . Pr'ythee, difpatch. 
EMI. Shall I fetch your night-gown ? 
DES- No, unpin me here. 
This Lodo<vico is a proper man. 
EMI. A very handfome man. 
DES. $itrt! he fpeaks well. 

EMI. \ know a lady in Venice, would have walk'd 
Bare-foot toPateftine for a touch of his nether Jip. 

[going en ivitb her umirejfing* 
pES, The f tor foul fat fighin% by a Jycamore tree, 

jpng all a green luiUo-iM ; [ fi p.gi ng . 

f pov'd mad *| But 19 J I go fetch 



Othello. 99 

tier hand on lier bosom, her bead on her knee, 

Jing willow, willow, willow: 
tfhe frejh flreams ran by her, and murmured her moans; 

Jing willow, willow, willow ; 

the fait tears fell from her, and fofterfd' the ftone$* 

Lay by =}= these. _ [gwivg her her Jewels. 

Jing willow, willow, willow, 
Pr'ythee, hie thee; he'll come anon 
Jing all a green wz//ow muft be my garland. 

2. 

Let no body blame him, his fcorn I approve, 
Nay,that's not next Hark ! !>ar& ! who is't that knocks? 

EMI. It's the wind. 

DE S . I called my lo<ve,falfe love ; But what f aid he then? 
fing willow, wi!/onv, willow ; 

If I court mo women, you'll couch with mo men. 
So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do itch; 
Poes that bode weeping ? 

EMI. -Tis neither here nor there. 

DES. I have heard it faid fo._O, these men, these 

men! 

Doft thou in conference think, tell me, Emilia, 
That there be women do abuse their husbands 
Jn fuch grofs kind ? 

EMI. There be fome fuch, no queflion. 

DES. Would'ft thou do fuch a thing for all the world? 

EMI. Why, would not you? 

DES. No, by this heavenly light! 

EMI. ,f2o, nor I neither, by this heavenly light; 
J might do't as well i'the dark. 

DES. Wouldft thou do fuch a deed for all the world? 

$MI. The world is a huge thing : Tis a great prico 



i oo Othello. 

For a final 1 vice. 

DES. In troth, I think thou wouldft not. 

EMI. In troth, I think I fliould ; and undo't, when I 
had done. Marry, I would not do fuch a thing for a 
joint-ring; nor for measures of lawn ; nor for gowns, 
petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty exhibition : but, for 
the whole world, Why, who would not make her hus- 
band a cuckold, to make him a monarch? I mould ven- 
ture purgatory for't. 

DES. Befhrew me, if I would do fuch a wrong 
For the whole world. 

EMI. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i' th* world ; 
and, having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in 
your own world, and you might quickly make it right. 

DES. I do not think, there is any fuch woman. 

EMI. Yes, a dozen; and as many to the vantage, as 
Would ftore the world they play'd for. 
But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults, 
Jf wives do fall: Say, that they flack their duties, 
And pour our treasures into foreign laps; 
Or elfe break out in peevim jealoufies, 
Throwing reftraint upon us; or, fay, they ftrike us, 
Or leant our former having in defpite; 
Why, we have galls; and, though we have fome grace^ 
Yet have we fome revenge. Let husbands know, 
Their wives have fenfe like them; they fee, and 
And have their palates both for fvveet and four 
As husbands have. What is it that they do, 
When they change us for others r Is it fpoit? 
I think, it is; And doth afi'edlion breed it ? 
I think, it doth; !s't frailty, that thus errs? 
h is fo too ; And have not we affections ? 



Othellor. 10 1 

Desires for fport? and frailty, as men have? 
Then, let them use us well: elfe, let them know, 
The ills we do, their ills inftruft us to. 

DBS. Good night, good night: Heaven me fuch us- 

age fend, 
Not to pick bad from bad; but, bybad, mend! [Exeunt. 



SCENE I. A Street. 
Enter IAGO, and RODE RICO. 

IAO . Here, ftand behind this "j" bulk ; ftraight will ho 

come : 

Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home, 
Quick, quick; fear nothing, I'll be at thy elbow: 
]t makes us, or it mars us; think on that, 
And fix molt firm thy resolution. 

ROD. Be near at hand, I may mifcarry in't. 

JjtG. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take thy ftand 
[retires to a little Diftance 

ROD. I have no great devotion to the deed; 
And yet he has given me fatiffying reasons : 
*Tis but a man gone: forth, my~j~fword; he dies. 

[going to bis Stand, 

IAG. I have rub'd this young quat almolt to the fenfe,. 
And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Caj/io, 
Or CaJJio him, or each do kill the other, 
Every way makes my gain: Live Roderigo, 
He calls me to a rellitution large 
Of gold, and jewels, that I bob'd from 
As gifts to 



102 Othello. 

It muft not be : if Caffio do remain, 

He hath a daily beauty in his life, 

That makes me ugly; and, befides, the Moor 

May unfold me to him; there ftand 1 in much perils 

No, he muft die; But fo, I hear him coming. 

Enter CASSIO. 

ROD. I know his gait, 'tis he>_Villain, thou dy'ft; 
[flatting from bis Poft, and making a Pafs at him* 
C.rfs. That thruft had been mine enemy indeed, 
But that my coat is better than thou know'ft; 
1 will make proof of thine. [draws, and 'wounds Rod. 
ROD. O, 1 am flain! [falling. 

lago ffuesfrom behind', makes a Blow at CafliO, and Exit* 
CJL. I am maim'd for ever:_ [falling too.'} Light, 
ho! murther! murther! 

Enter OTHELLO, at a Dijlance. 
Of a. The voice of CaJJlo; lago keeps his word, 
ROD. O, villain that 1 am! 
OTH. It is even fo. 
CAS. O, help, ho! light! a furgeon! 
OTH. "Tis he; O brave logo, honeft, andjuft, 
That haft fuch noble fenfe of thy friend's wrong! 
Thou teacheft me, _ Minion, your dear lies dead, 
And your fate hies apace; ftrumpet, I come: 
Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted;; 
Thy bed, luft-ftain'd, mail with luft's blood be fpotted. 

[Exit OTHELLO. 
Enter , likewise at a Difiance, LODOVICO, 

awd'GRATiANO. [urther! 

C^s. What, ho! no watch? no paflage? murther! m- 
GRJ. 'Tis fome mifchancej the voice is very direfuL 
Cjs. O,he!p! 



Othello. 105 

LOD. Hark I 

ROD. O wretched villain! 

LOD. Two or three groans; it is a heavy night: 
These may be counterfeits; let's think't unfafe 
To come in to the cry, without more help. 

ROD. No body come? then (hall I bleed to death. 

Enter JAGO, -with a Light. 

LOD. Hark! [weapons. 

GRA. Here's one comes in his mirt, with light and 
IAG. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries out 

murther? 

LOD. We do not know. 
JAG. Do not you hear a cry? 
CAS. Here, here; for heaven's fake, help me. 
TAG. What's the matter? [going tonxards CaSIo* 
GRA. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. 
LOD. The fame, indeed; a very valiant fellow. 
IAG. What are you here, that cry fo grievoufly? 
CAS. logo? O, I amlpoil'd, undone by villains! 
Give me fome help. 

IAG. O me, lieutenant ! what villains have done this? 
CAS. I think, that one of them is hereabout, 
And cannot make away. 

IAG. O treacherous villains !_ 
What are you there? come in, and give fome help. 

[to Lod. avd Grs 
ROD. O, help me here! 
CAS. That's one of them. 
JAG. O murd'rous flave! o villain! 

[Izgofets down his Light; makes towards 
Roderigo in the dark, andftabs him. 
QD> O- daran'd I'agot o inhuman dog!_O, o, ol 



^04- Othello, 

IAG. Kill men i' the dark!_Where be these bloot?/ 

thieves ? [counterftiling a Search. 

How filent is this town: Ho! murther ! murther! 

"What may you be? are you of good, or evil? 

LOD. As you lhall prove us, praise us. 

IAG. Signior Lcdovico? 

LOD. He, fir. 

IAG. I cry you mercy; Here's Coffin hurt by villains* 

GRA. CaJJio! 

JAG. How is it, brother? 

CAS. My leg is cut in two. 

IAG. Marry, heaven forbid! 

Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my fliirt. 

Enter BIANCA, and Others, with Lights. 

Si A. What is the matter, ho? who is't that cry'd? 

JAG. Who is't that cry'd? 

BIA. O my dear Cajjio! my fweet Caflio! 
O Cajjio, Ca/io, Ca/io! 

IAG. O notable itrumpet!_C$F<j,may you fufpefl 
Who they fhould be, that have thus mangl'd you? 

Cjis. No. [feelc you. 

GRA. I am forry, to find you thus; I have been to 

IAG. Lend me a garter: So._O, for a chair, 
To bear him easily hence! 

BIA. Alas, he faints: O CaJ/io* Cajjio, Cajfio! 

JAG. Gentlemen all, I do fufpeft this tralh 
To be a party in this injury 
Patience a while, good Caffio. Come, come; 

[rising from him, 

Lend me a light. Know we this face, or no? 

[vieiuixg Roderigo. 
Alas! my friend, and my dear countryman I 



Othello. io 

Rfaferigo? no: Yes, fure; yes, 'tis Roderigo. 

GRA. What, of Venice? 
-JAG. Even he, fir; Did you know him ? 

GRA. Know him? ay. 

IAG. Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle pardon; 
These bloody accidents muft excuse my manners, 
That fo neglefted you. 

GRA. I am glad to fee you. 

IAG. How do you, Cajfio?.O, a chair, a chair! 

GRA. Roderigc! 

IAG . He, he, 'tis he : [Enter Some with a Chair.} O t 

that's well faid; the chair: 
Some good man bear him carefully from hence; 
I'll fetch the general's furgeon For you, miitrefs, 
Save you your labour. He that lies flain here, Caffio, 
Was my dear friend; What malice was between you? 

CAS. None in the world; nor do I know the man. 

IAG. What, look you pale? O, bear him out b'the 

air [CASSIO /'/ born off"; and the Body of Rod. 

Stay you, good gentlemen :_look you pale, miftrefs?_ 
Do you perceive the gaftnefs of her eye?_ 
Nay, if you ftare, we mall hear more anon:_ 
Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her; 
Do you fee, gentlemen? nay, guiltinefs will fpeak, 
Though tongues were out of ufe. 
Enter EMILIA. 

EMI. 'Las, what's the matter? what's the matter, hus- 
band ? 

IAG. Caffto has here been fet on in the dark, 
By Roderigo, and fellows that are'fcap'd; 
He's almoft flain, and Roderigo dead. 

EMI. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cajffio! 

VOL.X. 2 



lofa Othello. 

7>c. This is the fruit of whoring. Pr'ythee, Emilia^ 

Go know of CoJJio where he fupt to-night:_ 
What, do you fhake at that? 

But. He fupt at my houfe; but I therefore (hake not. 

JAG. O, did he fo? L charge you, go with me. 

EMI. O, fie upon thee, ftrumpet! 

BIA. I am no ftrumpet; but of life as honeft, 
As you that thus abuse me. 

EMI. As I? foh! fie upon thee! 

IAG . Kind gentlemen, let's go fee poor Cafjio drefl:_ 
Come, miftrefs, you mult tell's another tale._ 
Emilia, run you to the citadel, 
And tell my lord and lady what has hap'd._ 

Will you go on afore ? This is the night, 

That either makes me, or foredoes me quite. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. A Bed-chamber in the Cajtle. 
DESDEMONA in Bed, aJJeep. Enter OTHELLO, 

*with a Light. 
OTH. It is the cause, it is the cause, my foul,__ 

Let me not name it to you, you chaft liars, 

It is the cause! Yet I'll not med her blood; 

[taking off bis Sword, and laying it ty, 
Nor fear that whiter fkin of hers than fnow, 
And fmooth as monumental alabafter. 
Yet Ihe muft die, elfe fhe'll betray more men. 
Put out the light, and then Put out the light! 
If I quench thee, thou flaming minilter, 

[Jetting down the Taper. 
I can again thy former light reftore, 
Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, 

\going towards his. Wife 



Othello. 107 

Thou cunning'ft pattern of excelling nature, 

I know not where is that Promethean heat, [rose, 

That can thy light relumine. When I have pluck'd thy 

I cannot give it vital growth again, 

It needs muft wither; I'll fmell thee on the tree. 



balmy breath, that doft almoft perfuade 
Juftice to break her fword! One more, one more. 
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, 
And love thee after: One more, and this the laft: 
So fweet was ne'er fo fatal. I muft weep, 

But they are cruel tears : This forrow's heavenly} 
It ftrikes, where it doth love. She wakes. 

DES. Who's there? Othello? 

OTH. Ay, Desdemona. 

DES. Will you come to bed, my lord? 

OTH. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona? 

DES. Ay, my lord. 

OTU. If you bethink yourfelf of any crime* 
Unreconcil d as yet to heaven and grace, 
Solicit for it ftraight. 

DES. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that? 

OTH . Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by : 

1 would not kill thy unprepared fpirit; 

No, Heaven fore-fend! I would not kill thy foul. 

DES. Talk you of killing? 

OTH. Ay, I do. 

DES. Then, heaven 
Have mercy on me ! 

OTH. Amen, with all my heart! 

DES. If you fay fo, I hope you will not kill me. 

Orq. Hum! 

Zi 



xoS 

DES. And yet I fear you; for you are fatal their, 
When your eyes rowl fo: Why I fhould fear, I know not, 
Since guiltinefs I know not ; but yet, I feel, I fear. 

OTH. Think on thy fins. 

DES. They are loves I bear to you. 

OTH. Ay, and for that thou dy'ft. 

DES. That death's unnatural, that kills for loving. 
Alas, why gnaw you fo your nether lip ? 
Some bloody paffion (hakes your very frame : 
These are portents; but yes, I hope,. I hope, 
They do not point orvme. 

OTH. Peace, and be ftill[ 

DES. I will fo: What's the matter? [thee,, 

OTH. That handkerchief, which I fo lov'd, and gave 
Thou gav'ft to CaJJto. 

DES. No, by my life and foul; 
Send for the man, and afk him, 

OTH. Sweet foul, take heed, 
Take heed of perjury; thou art on thy death-bed. 

DES. Ay, but not yet to die. 

OTH. Yes, presently: 
Therefore confefs thee freely of thy fin; 
For to deny each article with oath, 
Cannot remove, nor choak, the ftrong conception 
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die. 

DES. O, heaven have mercy on mef 

OTB. I fay, amen. 

DES. And have you mercy too! I never did 
Offend you in my life; never lov'd Caffto, 
But with fuch general warranty of heaven. 
As I might love: i never gave him token. 

QT..H. By heaven, I faw my handkerchief in 's hand. 



Othello. 109 

*O perjur'd woman! thou doft ftone my heart- j 
And mak'ft me call, what I intend to do, 
A murther, which I thought a facrifice: 
I faw the handkerchief. 

DES. He found it then; 
I never gave it him: Send for him hither; 
Let him confefs a truth. 

OTH. He hath confefTd. 

DES. What, my lord? 

OTH. That he hath us'd thee. 

DES. How? unlawfully? 

OTH. Ay. 

Dis. He will not fay fo. 

OTH. No, his mouth is ftop'd; 
Honeft lago hath ta'en order for't. 

DES. My fear interprets then,_What, is he dead? 

OTH. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge 
Had ftomack for them all. 

DES. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone. 

OTB. Out,ftrumpet! weep'ft thou for him to my face? 
[taking up a Pillow. 

DES. O, banifh me, my lord, but kill me not. 

OTH. Down, llrumpet. 

DES. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night. 

OTH. Nay, if you ftrive, 

DES. But half an hour: 

OTH . Being done, 
There is no pause. 

DES. But while I fay one prayer. 

OTH. It is too late. [fmotben her. 

[my lord ! 

a VI. [vj:tt>>n.] My lord, my lord ! what, ho ! my lord, 



jio Othello. 

-."^ 

OTH. What noise is this? Not dead? not yet quite 

dead? 

I, that am cruel, am yet merciful ; 
I would not have thee linger in thy pain. 
So, fo. 

EMI. What, ho! my lord, my lord! 

OTH. Who's there? 

EMI. O, good my lord, I'd fpeak a word with you. 

OTH. Yes; _'tis Emilia: -Joy and by. _ She's dead. 
'Tis like, (he comes to fpeak of CaJ/to's death; 
The noise was high. Ha! no more moving? 
Still as the grave. Shall (he come in? wer't good?" 1 
I think, (he ftirs again: No. What's the beft? 
If me come in, fhe'll fure fpeak to my wife :~ 
My wife ! my wife ! what wife ? I have no wife: 

infupportable! o heavy hour! 
Methinks, it fhould be now a huge eclipfe 

Of fun and moon; and that the affrighted globe 
Should yawn at alteration. 
EMI. Good my lord, 

1 do befeech you 1 may fpeak with you. 

OTH. I had forgotten thee; Come in, Emilia: 

Soft, by and by, let me the curtains draw._ 

\draius them, and then opens the Door. 
Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now? 
Enter EMILIA. 

EMI. O, my good lord, yonder's foul murthers done, 

OTH. What, now? 

EMI. But now, my lord. 

OTH. It is the very error of the moon; 
he comes more near the earth than (he was wont, 
^tnd makes men mad. 

$ v, Nvtt, 



Othello. 1 1 1 

EMI. Cajpo, my lord, has kill'd a young Venetian* 
Call'd */<. 

OTH. Roderigo kill'd ! 
And CaJJlo kill'd ! 

EMI. No, Caffto is not kill'd. 

OTH . Not CaJJto kill'd ? then murther's out of tune, 
And Aveet revenge grows harm. 

DES. O, falfely, falfely murder'd! 

EMI. O lord, what cry is that ? 

Or a. That! what? 

EMI. Out, and alas! that was my lady's voice:_ 

[running to the Bed* 

Help! help, ho! help!_O, lady, fpeak again! 
Sweet Desdemona! o, fweet miftrefs, fpeak i 

DES. A guiltlefs death I die. 

EMI. O, who hath done 
This deed? 

DES. No body; I myfelf; farewel : 
Commend me to my kind lord; O, farewel. \dies* 

OTH. Why, how mould (he be murder'd? 

EMI. Alas, who knows ? 

OTH. You heard her fay herfelf, it was not I. 

EMI. She faid fo; I muft needs report the truth. 

OTH. She's, like a liar, gone to burn in hell; 
'Twas I that kill'd her. 

EMI. O, the more angel me, 
And you the blacker devil! 

OTH. She turn'd to folly, and (he was a whore. 

EMI. Thou doft bely her, and thou art a devil. 

OTH. She was falfe as water. 

EMI. Thou'rt rafh as fire, to fay 
That fhe was falfe; O, fhe was heavenly true! 



1 1 a Othello. 

Orn. Caffio did tup her; afe thy husband elfe: 
O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell, 
But that I did proceed upon juft grounds 
To this extremity; Thy husband knew it all. 

EMI. My husband? ' 

OfH. Thy husband. 

EMI. That fhe was falfe to wedlock ? 

OTH. Ay, with Cajfio: 
Had flic been true, 

Jf heaven would make me fuch another world 
Of one entire and perfeft chryiblite, 
I'd not have fold her for't. 

EMI. My husband? 

OTH. Ay, 'twas he that told me firft; 
An honeft roan he is, and hates the {lime 
That flicks on filthy deeds. 

EMI. My husband? 

OTH. What needs this iterance, woman ? 1 fay, thy hus- 
band. 

EMI. O miftrefs, villany hath made mocks with love! 
My husband fay, that me was falfe? 

OTH. He, woman; 

I fay, thy husband ; Doft underftand the word? 
My friend, thy husband, honeit, honeit lago. 

EMI. Jf he fay fo, may his pernicious foul 
Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart; 
iihe was too fond of her molt filthy bargain. 

OTH. Ha! [looking towards her &v0ft/ 

EMI. Do thy worft: 

This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, 
Than tkou wall worthy her. 

Ol,u\ Peace, you were belt. \thnaC nin<* her 



Othello. 113 

EMI. Thou haft not half that power to do me harm. 
As I have to be hurt. O gull ! o dolt! 
As ignorant as dirt! thou haft done a deed, 
I care not for thy fvvord; I'll make thee known, 
Though I loft twenty lives :_ Help! help, ho! help! 
The Moor hath kill'd my miftrefs; Murther.' murther! 
Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, and IAGO. 

MON. What is the matter ?_How now, general? 



{flaying him. 
doi 



EMI. O, are you come, lago? you have done well, 
That men muft lay their murthers on your neck* 

GRA. What is the matter? 

EMI. Difprove it, villain, if thou be'ft a man: 
He fays, thou told'ft him that his wife was falfe; 
I know, thou didft not, thou'rt not fuch a villain; 
Speak, for my heart is full. 

IAG. I told him what I thought; and told no more, 
But what he found himfelf was apt and true. 

EMI. But did you ever tell him, ihe was falfe ? 

IAG. I did. 

EMI. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie; 
Upon my foul, a lie ; a wicked lie:_ 
She falfe with CafiofDid you fay, with Cajfio? 

IAG . With CaJ/io, miftrefs; Go to, charm your tongne. 

EMI. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to 

fpeak ; 
My miftrefs here lies murther'd in her bed, 

MON. GRA. O heavens fore-fend! 

EMI. And your reports have fet the murther on. 

Ora. Nay, ftare not, mafters; it is true, indeed. 

GRA. 'Tis a ftrange truth. 

AfriV. O monftrous aft ! 



ii4 Othello. 

EMI. Villany, villany, villany; 
I think upon't, I think, I fmell't; O villany t 
I thought fo then; I'll kill myfelf for grief. 

villany, villany! 

IAG. What, are you mad ? 

1 charge you, get you home. 

EMI. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to {peak; 

'Tis proper I obey him, but not now: 

Perchance, lago, I will ne'er go home. 

Or*. Oh ! oh ! oh ! of) ! [hanging over bis Wif(. 

EMI. Nay, lay thee down, and roar; 
For thou haft kill'd the fweeteft innocent, 
That e'er did lift up eye. 

OTH. O, (he was fouli_ 

J fcarce did know you, uncle; There lies your niece, 
Whose breath (indeed) these hands have newly flop'd: 
I know, this acl mews horrible and grim. 

GRA. Poor Deidemone ! I am glad thy father's dead; 
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief 
Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now, 
This fight would make him do a defperate turn; 
Yea, curfe his better angel from his Ade, 
And fall to reprobance. 

Onr. 'Tis pitiful: but yet logo knows, 
That Ihe with Cajfio hath the aft of (hame 
A thousand tmes committed; Caffio confefT'd it: 
And fhe did gratify his amorous works 
With that recognizance and pledge of love 
Which I firft gave her; I faw it in his hand; 
It was a handkerchief, an antique token 
My father gave niy mother. 

EMI. O heaven ! o heavenly powers! 



Othello. 115 

IAG. Come, hold your peace. 

EMI. 'Twill out, 'twill out:_I peace? 
No, I will fpeak as liberal as the air ; 
Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all, 
All, all, cry frame againft me, yet I'll fpeak. 

IAG. Be wise, and get you home. 

EMI. I will not. 

GRA. Fie! \dra<w it, 

Your fword upon a woman ? [to Tago, feeing him about to 

EMI. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief, thoa ia 

eak'ft of, 

I found by fortune, and did give my husband; 
For often, with a fblemn earneftnefs, 
(More than, indeed, bdong'd to fuch a trifle) 
He beg'd of me to fteal it. 

IAG. Villanous whore ! 

EMI. She give it Caffio! no, alas; I found it, 
And I did give't my husband. 

IAG. Filth, thou ly'ft. 

EMI. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlemen :_^ 
O murd'rous coxcomb! [to Qth.j whai fhoiiid fuch a fool 
Do with fo good a wife ? 

OTU. Are there no Hones in heaven, 
But what ferves for the thunder? 'Precious villain! 

\\zgojiabs bis Wife fuddenly, and rum off. 

GRA. The woman falls ; fure, he hath kill'd his wife. 

EMI. Ay, ay; O, lay me by my miftrefs' fide. 

GRA. He's gone; but his wife's kill'd. 

MON. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take this weapon, 

[giving Gra. a Sword, 

Which I have here recover'd from the Moor: 
Qome, guard the door without; let him not pafs, 



n6 Othello. 

But kill him rather: I'll after that fame villain, 

For 'tis a damned flave. [Exeunt MON. and GRA. 

OTH. I am not valiant neither, 
But every puny whipfter gets my fword: 
But why fhould honour out-live honefty? 
Let it go all. 

EMI. What did thy fong bode, lady? 
Hark, canft thou hear me ? I will play the fwan, 

And die in musick; Willow, wi/loiv, ivillo--w 

Moor, (he was chart; (he lov'd thee, cruel Moor: 

So come my foul to blifs, as [ fpeak true ; 

So fpealting as I think, -I die, I die. [dies. 

OTH. I have another weapon in this chamber, 
It was a fword of Spain, the Eire's temper; 
O, here it is: Uncle, f muft come forth. [dear; 

Gffyf. [nuitbin.} If thou attempt it, it will coil thee 
Thou haft no weapon, and perforce muft fuffer. 

OTH. Look in upon me then, and fpeak with me, 
Or, naked as I am, I will aflault thee. 
Re-enter GRATIANQ. 

GRA. What is the matter-? 

OTH. Behold, I have a weapon 5 
A better never did itielf fuftain 
Upon a foldier's thigh : I have feen the day, 
That, with this little arm, and this good fword, 
I have made my way through more impediments 

Than twenty times your flop: But, o vain boaltjl 

Who can controul his fate? 'tis not fo now 

Be not afraid, though you do fee me weapon'd; 
Here is my journey's end, here is my but 
And very fea-mark of my utmoft fail. 
PO you go back difmay'dr 'tis a loft fear; 

i* the Ifibrookes temper 



Othello. 1*7 

Man but a rum againft Othello's brealf.,. 
And he retires ;_- Where mould Othello go ?_, 
Now,- how doft thoa look now? O ill-ftar'd wench! 
Pale as thy fmock! when we fhall meet at compt, 
This look of thine will hurl my foul from heaven, 
And fiends will fnatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl? 
Even like thy chaftity._ 

O curfed, curfed flave! Whip me, ye devils, 

From the posse/Son of this heavenly fight! 
Blow me about in winds ! roaft me in fulphurJ 

Wafh me in fteep-down gulphs of liquid fire! 

O Desdemone! dead, Desdemone? dead I dead ? 
O, o, o! 

Enter LODOVICO, Montano ; CASSIO, carry 1 d in a 
C hairy and I AGO, with Officers, Prisoner. 

ton. Where is this rafli and moft unfortunate man ? 

Of 3. That's he, that was Othello; [pointing to his Wife] 
here I am 

LOD. Where is that viper? bring the villain forth, 
f Officers bring lago forward. 

OTH. I look down towards his feet; but that's a fable: 
If that thou be'ft a devil, I cannot kill thee. 

[ftabs \ngofuddenly. 

LOD. Wrench his fword from him. [he is difarm'd. 

IAG. I bleed, fir; but not kill'd. 

Ora. I am not forry neither; I'd have thee live; 
For, in my fenfe, 'tis happinefs to die. 

LOD. O thou Othello, that waft once fo good, 
Fall'n in the praftife of a curfed flave, 
What fcall be faid to thee? 

Offf. Why, any thing: 
An honourable murtherer, if you will;. 



il8 Othello. 

For nought I did in hate, but all in honour. 

LOD. This wretch hath part confefFd his villanyj 
Did you and he confent in CaJJid's, death? 

OTH. Ay. 

CAS. Dear general, I never gave you cause. 

OTH . \ do believe it, and I a(k your pardon. 
"Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil, 
Why he hath thus enfnar'd my foul and body? 

IAG. Demand me nothing; what you know, you 

know: 
From this time forth I never will fpeak word. 

LOD. What, not to pray? 

GRA. Torments will ope your lips. 

?H. Well, thou doft beft 

LOD. Sir, you lhall underftand what hath befall'n, 
Which, as I think, you know not: Here~j~is a letter, 
Found in the pocket of the flain Roderigo-, 
And here,"]" another: the one of them imports, 
The death of Cajfio to be undertook 
By Roderigo. 

OTH. O villain! 

CAS. Moft heathenifti, and moft grofs! 

LOD. Now here's"]" another difcon tented paper, 
Found in his pocket too : and this, it feems, 
Roderiga meant to have fent this damned villain ; 
But that, belike, lago in the interim 
Came in and fatiffy'd him. 

OTH. O the pernicious caitiff! __ 
How came you, Ca//io, by that handkerchief* 
That was my wife's? 

CAS. I found it in my chamber: 
And he himfelf confefFd, but even now* 

3* it but 



Othello. j tq 

That there he dropt it, for a fpecial purpose, 
Which wrought to his desire. 

O-TH. Ofool! fool! fool! 

CAS. There is, befides, in Roderigo's letter, 
Plow he upbraids lago, that he made him 
Brave me upon the watch ; whereon rt came, 
That I was caft : And even but now he fpake, 
After long feeming dead, lago hurt him, 
lago fet him on. 

LOD. You muft forfake this room, and go with trej 
Your power and your command is taken off, 
And CaJJio rules in Cyprus. For this"|"flave, 
If there be any cunning cruelty, 
That can torment him much, and hold him long, 
It (hall be his : You (hall clofe prisoner reft, 
'Till that the nature of your fault be known 
To the Venetian date: Come, bring away. 

OTH. Soft you ; a word or two, before you go. 
I have done the ftate fome fervice, and they know't> 
No more of that: I pray you, in your letters, 
When you (hall these unlucky deeds relate, 
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, 
Nor fet down aught in malice: then muft you fpeak 
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 bafe Indian, threw a pearl away 
Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose fubdu'd eyc9 y 
Albeit unused to the melting mood, 
Drop tears as faft as the Arabian trees 
Their med'cinable gum: Set you down this-; 
And fay, befides, that in Aleppo once, 



120 Othello. 

Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk 
Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the ftate, 
I took by throat the circumcised dog, 
And fmote him thus. 

[pulls out a concealed Dagger, andftals him/elf. 

LOD. O bloody period! 

GRA. All, that's fpoke, is mar'd. 

OTU. I kifT'd thee, ere I kill'd thee; [throwing him- 

Jelf ly bis Wife.~\ No way but this, 
Killing myfelf, to die upon a kifs. \dies. 

CAS. This did 1 fear, but thought he had no weapon ; 
For he was great of heart. 

LOD. O Spartan dog, [to lago. 

More fell than anguifh, hunger, or the fea! 
Look on the tragick loading of this bed; 
This is thy work: the objeft poisons fight;_^ 

Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the houfe, 

And feize upon the fortunes of the Moor, 

For they fucceed on you. To you, lord governor, 

[to Caflio. 

Remains the cenfure of this hellim villain; 
The time, the place, the torture, O inforce it! 
Myfelf will ftraight aboard; and, to the ftate, 
This heavy aft with heavy heart relate. [Exeunt. 



3 by th' throat 



CORRIGENDA. 



Jill's iveH, that ends well.] 10, 29. Other 21,1. tell 
true DO, 8. araongft 24, 12. gait 29, 23. high as 30,1. 
court! 35, 4. good, 38, 32. left thou 57, 17. well. 

Antony and Cleopatra.] 28, 30. Speaks 32, (below.) 
Toglovethe 35, n.artfure 56, 20. gait 6o,3.'Twill 
80, I. fatiffy'd Do, 32. to be frighted 81, 18. 3J laugh 
at his fottD challenge 

Comedy of Errors.] Omitted in the Dramatis Perfonae, a. 
Courtezan. 7, 5. bend 16,21. thou 3 5, 3 2. A.E. While 
&c. 

Coriolanus.] 24, 13. trenches 38, 19. you're 39,20. 
ftalls 57,2.eleftion 124, 28.anfw'ring 126,27. 

Tear him to pieces, Do it presently:.* [Marcus $ 

He kill'd my fon,_My daughter;_He kilPd my cousin 
He kill'd my father. 

Cymbeline.] 2 1 , 8 . where he is 4i,io.fair'ft 45,31. 
had her here 51,22. be | You, 60, 31. Hear me with 
67,24. her. 73,2,'Mongft 79, 10. tremble. D. 30. a- 
broad. 101, 23. gyves 

Hamlet.] 13, 21. ourfelf 134, (Wow.)nobleft 

I. Henry IV.] 20, 7. corrival all her 42, 7. a plain 

Henry V.] 1 8, 16. imperial ; 22,6, you, hoftefs; 39, 
7. afoot 40, 1 3. could 6l,i6.gholb. DO. (below ) '*In- 
vefting &c. 103, 32. then yours 107, (below.) "ros'd 

1. Henry VI.] 18, 5. Englijh 39, 18. Clarence 

2.HenryVI.]4, 3.1end'ft DO, (inf. below.) lends 19, 
16. bags | Are 22, 32. while we be 23, n. ban-dogs 
27, 20. Medite, 105, 23. and thy chair-days 

Aa 



Corrigenda. 

3. Henry VI.] 65,28. Edward's 

Henry VIII.] i 2, 2. puts out, Do, (inf. below?) * puts 
on, DO, j. Others 20, ip.fhrewd 27, 15. chamber? 60, 
8. can not 66, 6. Lord 91, 30. gladding 

Julius Caesar.] 20, 16. then, I know, 21, 5. gait; 22, 
32.difjoins 31, 28.yourfelf 56, 14. It will D', 23. 

4. C. They were traitors : Honourable men ! 
Cif. The will, 

The teftament. 

2. C. They were villains 5 murderers : 
The will ; read the will. 
78, 25. Strook C<esar on the neck. O flatterers! 

CAS. Flatterers! 
Now, Brutus, &c. 84, 20. envenomed 87, 16. Ear 

King John.] 6, 25. emperor 33, 22. This news 45., 
3o.men's 54, i2.Hownow 6 1,30. April 70, ip.Truft 
73, 2. miniiter'd 

JB? Lear.] 11,19. Burgundy 57, 26. cheeks ! bloto; 
rage, antJ blow! 58, 21. head has 68, 12. muft repent 
69,25. Look, where he Itands and glares !_Wanteft th- 
ou eyes | At trial, madam ? 79, 1 1 . Tom at once 

Love's Labour's loft] 29, I. flow-gaited 34, i . ROSA- 
LINE 59, 52.befeech 71, 30. Therefore 75,24.filken 
92, \6.ftul 

Macbeth.] 3, 8. Macbeth 14, 31. thou'dft 20, 26. 
Bring 23, 14-deiign 25, l^.jleep 36,5. fillers 61,3. 
you wife 73, 21. I'm 

Measure for Measure. ] 10,17. ravin 35,31. and 5 3, 
5. to be had 66, 3. Where is 68, 15. afternoon 72,5. 
jtRN. \fuuitkin.~\ Away &c. 

Merchant of Venice J 1 1, 1 8. fay you then 18, 26. 
these chriltians 23,4.^^0 70, 9. fays. 



Corrigenda. 

Merry Wives of WindfoT.] 5, 7. her father 48,9. Point 
49, 1 8. Be gone 77, i.do't 83, 13. {he to deceive 

Midfummer Jfligbi'i Dream.} 3, 5. (tap-dame 25, 12. 
love, 38, 25. fate 39, 23. prepoft'roufly 

Much Ado about Nothing.'] 19, 4. Scotch 

Richard 1 1.] 5 2, 1 1. offence! 56,9.caflle 6^,(belo<w.) 
*5 Thy Sic. 70, 2i.fleep 

Richard lit] 22, 28. cacodaemon 50, 1 1. did fit 63, 
1 7. there, 66, 5. a while D, 28.dev'li(h 7i,8.beilial 
82, 32. incluiive 83, 23. Which 106, 21. can not 

Romeo and Juliet.] 27, 10 & 82, 23. be gone 

Taming of the Shrew.'} 20, 3. Ptfa 31, 3 1. pr'ythee, 

fitter 43, 22.in.__ 46, 29. jars 50, (below.} '* Fives 

53, i. to our turn 58, 15. pr'ythee 73, 3- ergo 93,30. 
I won the 94, 13. hear'dft 

Tempe/l.] 4.. (below .} * cares 19,18. thou wert 52, 14. 
PROSPERO 7 1, (below.} their 

Timono/ Athens.] 32, 15. five 3 5, 4. rumours, Now 
37, 2. Why, DO, 9. pay'd 54, 7. fellows 

Titus Andronicus.] 22,6. dare. 38, 26. Rome 58, 
23. >one 72,32.'Twas 

Troilus WCreffida ] 24, 12. unarm'd, 25, 9. calFd 
41, 10. prayers; And devil, envy, fay Amen! 48, 28, 
\vise;_ 106, 21. lawful j For us, 

ivel/tb-nigbt.] 78, i.Ctsario 81, 23. And fay 



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