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Of one entire and perfect chrysolite*,
Behold! I have a weapon; A better never did itself
sustain Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, That, with this little arm, and this good sword, I have made my way through more impediments Than twenty times your stop:-—But, О vain boast! Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now. Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon’d; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay’d? 'tis a lost fear; Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires;- Where should Othello go?Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench! Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at comptt This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl? Even like thy chastity.O cursed, cursed slave!—Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight! Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulphur! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire! O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead? Dead? O! O! O!
HIS SPEECH BEFORE HIS DEATH. Soft you; a word or two, before you go. [it; I have done the state some service, and they know No more of that:-I
pray you, in your letters, When
you shall these unlucky deeds relate, * A precious stone.
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, [speak
ROMEO AND JULIET.
Love is a smoke rais'd with a fume of sighs;
O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies*
they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies
straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees : O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suitt: And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again. This is that very Mab, That plats the manes of horses in the night;
+ A place in court.
And bakes the elf-locks* in foul sluttish hairs,
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace;
True, I talk of dreams;
DESCRIPTION OF A BEAUTY.
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night, Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop'st ear: Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
[Juliet appears above, ai a Window. But, soft, what light thro' yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! *i.e. Fairy locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in the night.
† An Ethiopian, a black.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
discourses, I will answer it.
She speaks:O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails
upon the bosom of the air. Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
* A votary to the moon, to Diana.