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Edm. To both these sisters have I sworn my love; Each jealous of the other, as the stung

Are of the adder. Which of them shall I take?
Both? one? or neither? Neither can be enjoy'd,
If both remain alive; to take the widow,
Exasperates, makes mad her sister Goneril;
And hardly shall I carry out my side,

Her husband being alive. Now then, we'll use
His countenance for the battle; which being done,
Let her, who would be rid of him, devise
His speedy taking off. As for the mercy
Which he intends to Lear and to Cordelia,-

The battle done, and they within our power, Shall never see his pardon; for my state Stands on me to defend, not to debate.

[Exit.

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Cor. We are not the first,

Who, with best meaning, have incurr'd the worst.
For thee, oppressed king, am I cast down;
Myself could else out-frown false fortune's frown.-
Shall we not see these daughters, and these sisters?

Lear. No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison:
We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues

Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,-
Who loses, and who wins; who's in, who's out;
And take upon us the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.

Edm. Take them away.

Have I caught

Lear. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense. He that parts us shall bring a brand from heaven, [thee? And fire us hence like foxes. Wipe thine eyes; The goujeers shall devour them, flesh and fell, [first. Ere they shall make us weep: we'll see them starve Come. [Exeunt LEAR and CORDELIA, guarded. Edm. Come hither, captain; hark. [to prison: Take thou this note; [Giving a paper.] go, follow them One step I have advanced thee; if thou dost As this instructs thee, thou dost make thy way To noble fortunes: know thou this,-that men

Are as the time is to be tender-minded

Does not become a sword:-thy great employment
Will not bear question; either say thou 'lt do't,
Or thrive by other means.

Off. I'll do 't, my lord.

Edm. About it; and write happy, when thou hast Mark, I say instantly; and carry it so,

As I have set it down.

[done.

Off. I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats; If it be man's work, I will do it. [Exit Officer.

Flourish. Enter ALBANY, GONERIL, REGAN, Officers,

and Attendants.

Alb. Sir, you have shewn to-day your valiant strain, And fortune led you well: you have the captives Who were the opposites of this day's strife:

We do require them of you, so to use them, As we shall find their merits and our safety May equally determine.

Edm. Sir, I thought it fit

To send the old and miserable king

To some retention, and appointed guard;
Whose age has charms in it, whose title more,
To pluck the common bosom on his side,
And turn our impress'd lances in our eyes,
Which do command them. With him I sent the queen;
My reason all the same; and they are ready
To-morrow, or at further space, to appear
Where you shall hold your session. At this time

We sweat and bleed; the friend hath lost his friend;

And the best quarrels, in the heat, are cursed
By those that feel their sharpness:-
The question of Cordelia and her father
Requires a fitter place.

Alb. Sir, by your patience,

I hold you but a subject of this war,
Not as a brother.

Reg. That's as we list to grace him.

Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded,
Ere you had spoke so far. He led our powers;
Bore the commission of my place and person;
The which immediacy may well stand up,
And call itself your brother.

Gon. Not so hot :

In his own grace he doth exalt himself, More than in your advancement.

Reg. In my rights,

By me invested, he compeers the best.

Gon. That were the most, if he should husband you
Reg. Jesters do oft prove prophets.
Gon. Holla, holla!

That eye, that told you so, look'd but asquint.
Reg. Lady, I am not well; else I should answer
From a full-flowing stomach.-General,
Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony;
Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine:
Witness the world, that I create thee here
My lord and master.

Gon. Mean you to enjoy him?

Alb. The let-alone lies not in your good will.
Edm. Nor in thine, lord.

Alb. Half-blooded fellow, yes.

Reg. [To EDMUND.] Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.

Alb. Stay yet; hear reason.-Edmund, I arrest thee On capital treason; and, in thy arrest, [Pointing to GoN.] This gilded serpent.-For your claim, fair sister,

I bar it in the interest of my wife;
'Tis she is sub-contracted to this lord,
And I, her husband, contradict your bans.
If you will marry, make your love to me,
My lady is bespoke.

Gon. An interlude!

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Alb. Thou art arm'd, Gloster:-let the trumpet If none appear to prove upon thy person, Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons, There is my pledge; [Throwing down a glove.] I'll

prove it on thy heart,

Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less Than I have here proclaim'd thee.

Reg. Sick, O, sick!

Gon. [Aside.] If not, I'll ne'er trust poison.
Edm. There's my exchange: [Throwing down a
glove.] what in the world he is

That names me traitor, villain-like he lies:
Call by thy trumpet: he that dares approach,
On him, on you, (who not ?) I will maintain
My truth and honour firmly.

Alb. A herald, ho!

Edm. A herald, ho, a herald !

Alb. Trust to thy single virtue; for thy soldiers, All levied in my name, have in my name Took their discharge.

Reg. This sickness grows upon me.

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Your name? your quality? and why you answer This present summons?

Edg. Know, my name is lost;

By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit: Yet am I noble as the adversary

I come to cope withal.

Alb. Which is that adversary?

Edg. What's he that speaks for Edmund earl of
Edm. Himself;-what say'st thou to him? [Gloster?
Edg. Draw thy sword,

That, if my speech offend a noble heart,
Thy arm may do thee justice: here is mine.
Behold, it is the privilege of mine honours,
My oath, and my profession: I protest,-
Maugre thy strength, youth, place, and eminence,
Despite thy victor sword and fire-new fortune,
Thy valour and thy heart,-thou art a traitor;
False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father;
Conspirant 'gainst this high illustrious prince;
And, from the extremest upward of thy head,
To the descent and dust beneath thy feet,
A most toad-spotted traitor. Say thou "No,"
This sword, this arm, and my best spirits, are bent
To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak,
Thou liest.

Edm. In wisdom I should ask thy name;
But, since thy outside looks so fair and warlike,
And that thy tongue some 'say of breeding breathes,
What safe and nicely I might well delay
By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn:
Back do I toss these treasons to thy head;
With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelm thy heart,
Which (for they yet glance by, and scarcely bruise)
This sword of mine shall give them instant way,
Where they shall rest for ever.-Trumpets, speak!
[Alarums. They fight. EDMUND falls.

Alb. O save him, save him!

Gon. This is mere practice, Gloster:

By the law of arms, thou wast not bound to answer
An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish'd,

But cozen'd and beguiled.

Alb. Shut your mouth. dame,

Or with this paper shall I stop it:-hold, Sir;

Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil:-
No tearing, lady; I perceive you know it.

[Gives the letter to EDMUND.

Gon. Say, if I do,-the laws are mine, not thine: Who shall arraign me for 't?

Know'st thou this paper?

Alb. Most monstrous!

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I do forgive thee.

Edg. Let's exchange charity.

I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund;

If more, the more thou hast wrong'd me.

My name is Edgar, and thy father's son.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to scourge us:

The dark and vicious place where thee he got, Cost him his eyes.

Edm. Thou hast spoken right, 'tis true; The wheel is come full circle; I am here.

Alb. Methought thy very gait did prophesy A royal nobleness:--I must embrace thee:

Let sorrow split my heart, if ever I

Did hate thee, or thy father!

Edg. Worthy prince,

I know it well.

Alb. Where have you hid yourself?

How have you known the miseries of your father?

Edg. By nursing them, my lord.-List a brief tale;And, when 'tis told, O, that my heart would burst!The bloody proclamation to escape,

That follow'd me so near, (O our lives' sweetness!
That with the pain of death we'd hourly die,
Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift
Into a madman's rags; to assume a semblance
That very dogs disdain'd: and in this habit
Met I my father with his bleeding rings,
Their precious stones new lost; became his guide,
Led him, begg'd for him, saved him from despair;
Never (0 fault!) reveal'd myself unto him,
Until some half hour past, when I was arm'd;
Not sure, though hoping, of this good success,
I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last
Told him my pilgrimage: but his flaw'd heart,
(Alack, too weak the conflict to support!)
'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief,
Burst smilingly.

Edm. This speech of yours hath moved me,
And shall, perchance, do good: but speak you on;
You look as you had something more to say.

Alb. If there be more, more woful, hold it in; For I am almost ready to dissolve,

Hearing of this.

Edg. This would have seem'd a period
To such as love not sorrow; but another,
To amplify too much, would make much more,
And top extremity.

Whilst I was big in clamour, came there a man,
Who having seen me in my worst estate,
Shunn'd my abhorr'd society; but then, finding
Who 'twas that so endured, with his strong arms
He fasten'd on my neck, and bellow'd out
As he'd burst heaven; threw him on my father;
Told the most piteous tale of Lear and him
That ever ear received; which in recounting
His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life
Began to crack; twice then the trumpet sounded,
And there I left him tranced.

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Edg. Here comes Kent, Sir.
Alb. O! it is he.

The time will not allow the compliment,
Which very manners urges.

Kent. I am come

To bid my king and master aye good night;

Is he not here?

Alb. Great thing of us forgot!

Speak, Edmund, where's the king? and where's Cor

See'st thou this object, Kent?

{delia?

[The bodies of GONERIL and REGAN are brought in. Kent. Alack, why thus?

Edm. Yet Edmund was beloved:

The one the other poison'd for my sake,

And after slew herself.

Alb. Even so.-Cover their faces.

Edm. I pant for life:-some good I mean to do,

Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send,—

Be brief in it,-to the castle; for my writ

Is on the life of Lear, and on Cordelia :

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I have seen the day, with my good biting faulchion,
I would have made them skip: I am old now,
And these same crosses spoil me.-Who are you?
Mine eyes are none o' the best :-I'll tell you straight.
Kent. If fortune brag of two she loved and hated,
One of them we behold.

Lear. This is a dull sight:-are you not Kent?
Kent. The same;

Your servant Kent. Where is your servant Cains?
Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that;
He'll strike, and quickly too:-he's dead and rotten.
Kent. No, my good lord; I am the very man,-
Lear. I'll see that straight.

Kent. That, from your first of difference and decay, Have follow'd your sad steps.

Lear. You are welcome hither.

Kent. Nor no man else; all's cheerless, dark, and

deadly.

Your eldest daughters have foredoom'd themselves,

And desperately are dead. Lear. Ay, so I think.

Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain it is That we present us to him. Edg. Very bootless.

Enter an Officer.

Off. Edmund is dead, my lord.

Alb. That's but a trifle here.

You lords and noble friends, know our intent.
What comfort to this great decay may come,
Shall be applied: for us, we will resign,
During the life of this old majesty,

To him our absolute power:-you, to your rights;
[To EDGAR and KENT.
With boot, and such addition as your honours
Have more than merited.-All friends shall taste
The wages of their virtue, and all foes

The cup of their deservings.-0, see, see!

Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,

And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more,
Never, never, never, never, never!-

Pray you, undo this button: thank you, Sir.-
Do you see this? Look on her,-look,-her lips,-
Look there, look there!-

Edg. He faints!-My lord, my lord!--
Kent. Break, heart; I pr'ythee, break!

Edg. Look up, my lord.

[He dier.

Kent. Vex not his ghost: 0, let him pass! he hates That would upon the rack of this tough world [him Stretch him out longer.

Edg. O, he is gone, indeed.

Kent. The wonder is he hath endured so long: He but usurp'd his life.

Alb. Bear them from hence.-Our present business Is general woe.-[TO KENT and EDGAR.] Friends of my

soul, you twain

Rule in this realm, and the gored state sustain.
Kent. I have a journey, Sir, shortly to go;
My master calls, and I must not say no.

Alb. The weight of this sad time we must obey; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

[Exeunt with a dead march.

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of Cyprus.

Clown, Servant to OTHELLO. Herald.

DESDEMONA, Daughter to BRABANTIO, and Wife to

OTHELLO.

EMILIA, Wife to IAGO.

BIANCA, a Courtezan, Mistress to CASSIO.

Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, Sailors,

Attendants, dc.

SCENE,-The first Act, in VENICE; during the rest of the Play, at a Seaport in CYPRUS.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-VENICE. A Street.

Enter RODERIGO and IAGO.

Rod. Tush, never tell me; I take it much unkindly That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse

As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this. Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me:

If ever I did dream of such a matter,

Abhor me.

Rod. Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.
Iago. Despise me if I do not, Three great ones of the

In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
Oft capp'd to him;-and, by the faith of man,

I know my price; I am worth no worse a place:

But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,
Evades them, with a bombast circumstance
Horribly staff'd with epithets of war;
And, in conclusion, nonsuits

My mediators; "for, certes," says he,
"I have already chose my officer."
And what was he?

Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,

A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife;
That never set a squadron in the field,
Nor the division of a battle knows

More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric,
Wherein the togèd consuls can propose

[city,

As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practice,
Is all his soldiership. But he, Sir, had the election:
And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof,
At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other grounds,
Christian and heathen,-must be be-lee'd and calm'd
By debitor and creditor, this counter-caster;
He in good time must his lieutenant be,
And I (God bless the mark!) his Moorship's ancient.
Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his hang-

man.

Iago. But there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service; Preferment goes by letter and affection,

Not by the old grailation, where each second

Stood heir to the first. Now, Sir, be judge yourself, Whether I in any just term am affined

To love the Moor.

Rod. I would not follow him then.
Iago. O Sir, content you;

I follow him to serve my turn upon him:
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark
Many a dutcous and knee-crooking knave,
That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,

For naught but provender; and, when he's old, cashier d:
Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are
Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves;
And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
Do well thrive by them, and, when they have lined their
coats,

Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul;
And such a one do I profess myself.

For, Sir,

It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:
In following him, I follow but myself;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end:

For when my outward action doth demonstrate

The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
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!

Iago. Call up her father;

Rouse him make after him, poison his delight,
Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen,

And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy,
Yet throw such changes of vexation on 't,
As it may lose some colour.

Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud.
Iago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire yell,
As when, by night and negligence, the fire
Is spied in populous cities.

Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho! Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves !

Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags!
Thieves! thieves!

BRABANTIO, above, at a window.

Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons? What is the matter there?

Rod. Signior, is all your family within?

Iago. Are your doors lock'd?

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Bra. Why, wherefore ask you this? Iago. 'Zounds, Sir, you are robb'd; for shame, put on Your heart is burst, you have lost half Even now, very now, an old black ram Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise; Awake the snorting citizens with the bell, Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you: Arise, I say.

Bra. What, have you lost your wits?

Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice? Bra. Not I; what are you?

Rod. My name is Roderigo.

Bra. The worse welcome:

I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors:
In honest plainness thou hast heard me say,

My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness,
Being full of supper and distempering draughts,
Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come

To start my quiet.

Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir,

Bra. But thou must needs be sure,

My spirit and my place have in them power

To make this bitter to thee.

Rod. Patience, good Sir.

Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice; My house is not a grange.

Rod. Most grave Brabantio,

In simple and pure soul I come to you.

Iago. 'Zounds, Sir, you are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, you think we are ruffians: you'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse; you'll have your nephews neigh to you: you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans.

Bra. What profane wretch art thou?

Iago. I am one, Sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

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(As partly, I find, it is,) that your fair daughter,
At this odd-even and dull watch o' the night,
Transported, with no worse nor better guard,
But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,-
If this be known to you, and your allowance,
We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs;
But, if you know not this, my manners tell me
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe
That, from the sense of all civility,

I thus would play and trifle with your reverence:
Your daughter, -if you have not given her leave,—
I say again, hath made a gross revolt:
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,
In an extravagant and wheeling stranger,

Of here and everywhere. Straight satisfy yourself:
If she be in her chamber, or your house,
Let loose on me the justice of the state

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 oppresses me already.-
Light, I say! light!

[Exit from above.

lago. Farewell; for I must leave you:
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
To be produced (as, if I stay, I shall)

Against the Moor: for, I do know the state-
However this may gall him with some check-
Cannot with safety cast him; for he's embark'd
With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars,
(Which even now stand in act,) that, for their souls,
Another of his fathom they have not

To lead their business; in which regard,
Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
Yet, for necessity of present life,

Oth. Let him do his spite:

My services, which I have done the signiory,
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know
(Which, when I know that boasting is an honour,
I shall promulgate) I fetch my life and being
From men of royal siege; and my demerits
May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune
As this that I have reach'd: for know, Iago,"
But that I love the gentle Desdemona,

I would not my unhoused free condition
Put into circumscription and confine

For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yonder? Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers with torches.

Iago. These are the raised father and his friends: You were best go in.

Oth. Not I: I must be found;

My parts, my title, and my perfect soul,
Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?

lago. By Janus, I think no.

Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant-
The goodness of the night upon you, friends!
What is the news?

Cas. The duke does greet you, general;
And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance,
Even on the instant.

Oth. What is the matter, think you?

Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine;
It is a business of some heat: the galleys
Have sent a dozen sequent messengers
This very night at one another's heels,
And many of the consuls, raised and met,

I must shew out a flag and sign of love,

Are at the duke's already: you have been hotly call'd
When, being not at your lodging to be found,
The senate hath sent about three several quests
To search you out.

[for;

Oth. 'Tis well I am found by you.

Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find
Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;
And there will I be with him. So, farewell.

I will but spend a word here in the house,

[him, [Exit.

And go with you.

[Exit.

Cas. Ancient, what makes he here?

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Raise all my kindred.-Are they married, think you? Rod. Truly, I think they are.

Bra. O heaven!-How got she out?-O treason of the blood!-

Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds
By what you see them act.-Are there not charms
By which the property of youth and maidhood
May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,
Of some such thing?

Rod. Yes, Sir, I have indeed.

Bra. Call up my brother.-O, that you had had her!Some one way, some another.-Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?

Rod. I think I can discover him, if you please

To get good guard, and go along with me.

Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call; I may command at most.-Get weapons, ho! And raise some special officers of night.

On, good Roderigo;-I'll deserve your pains. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.-The same. Another Strect. Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants Jago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff c' the conscience To do no contrived murder: I lack iniquity Sometimes to do me service; nine or ten times

I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs. Oth. 'Tis better as it is.

Iago. Nay, but he prated,

And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms Against your honour,

That, with the little godliness I have,

I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, Sir,
Are you fast married? for, be sure of this,
That the magnifico is much beloved;
And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
As double as the duke's; he will divorce you;
Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
The law (with all his might to enforce it on)
Will give him cable.

Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carrack; If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever. Cas. I do not understand.

lago. He's married.

Cas. To whom?

Re-enter OTHELLO.

Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go?
Oth. Have with you.

Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers of night, with torches and weapons.

Iago. It is Brabantio:-general, be advised; He comes to bad intent.

Oth. Holla! stand there!

Rod. Signior, it is the Moor.

Bra. Down with him, thief! [They draw on both sides. Iago. You, Roderigo! come, Sir, I am for you.

Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

Good signior, you shall more command with years
Than with your weapons.

[daughter!
Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her:
For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
If she in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid so tender, fair, and happy,
So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,
Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosoin
Of such a thing as thou,-to fear, not to delight.
Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense,
That thou hast practised on her with foul charms;
Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals
That waken motion.-I'll have it disputed on;
'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.

I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant.-
Lay hold upon him; if he do resist,
Subdue him at his peril.

Oth. Hold your hands,

Both you of my inclining, and the rest:
Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it
Without a prompter.-Where will you that I go
To answer this your charge?

Bra. To prison: till fit time

Of law, and course of direct session,
Call thee to answer

Oth. What if I do obey?

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