Ham. It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gain-giving, as would, perhaps, trouble a woman. Hor. If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I will forestal their repair hither, and say, you are not fit. now, Ham. Not a whit, we defy augury; there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all: Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes? Let be. Enter KING, QUEEN, LAERTES, Lords, OSRIC, and Attendants with foils, &c. King. Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me. [The KING puts the hand of LAERTES into that of HAMLET. Ham. Give me your pardon, sir: I have done you wrong; But pardon it, as you are a gentleman. How I am punish'd with a sore distraction. That might your nature, honour, and exception, Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil I am satisfied in nature, Laer. Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most To my revenge: but in my terms of honour, I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement, Till by some elder masters, 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. If Hamlet give the first or second hit, The trumpet to the cannoneer without, Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit. King. Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is [Trumpets sound; and cannon shot off within. Ham. I'll play this bout first, set it by awhile. Another hit; What say you? [They play. Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess. King. Our son shall win. Come. [LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then, in scuffling, they change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES. Part them, they are incens'd. [The QUEEN falls. King. Osr. How is't, Laertes? Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Osric; I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. King. - The drink, the drink ; — I am poison'd! [Dies. The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Envenom'd too! - Then, venom, to thy work. Osr.& Lords. Treason! treason! - Drink off this potion: - Is the union here? [KING dies. He is justly serv'd; It is a poison temper'd by himself. Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: Mine and my father's death come not upon thee; Nor thine on me! [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 act, Had I but time, (as this fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his arrest,) O, I could tell you, But let it be : Horatio, I am dead; Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright To the unsatisfied. Hor. -- Never believe it; I am more an antique Roman than a Dane, Here's yet some liquor left. Ham. As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup; let go; by heaven I'll have it. O God! - - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. [March afar of, and shot within. What warlike noise is this? Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from To the ambassadors of England gives Ham. O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit; On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice; Hor. Now cracks a noble heart; — - Good night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! And our affairs from England come too late : Hor. Not from his mouth, Had it the ability of life to thank you; He never gave commandment for their death. Fort. Let us haste to hear it, Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak, And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more: But let this same be presently perform'd, Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance, On plots, and errors, happen. Fort. Let four captains Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage; For he was likely, had he been put on, To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage, The soldier's musick, and the rites of war, Speak loudly for him. Take up the bodies: - - Such a sight as this Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. Go, bid the soldiers shoot. [A dead March. [Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after which a peal of ordnance is shot off. Why does the drum come hither? [March within SCENE, -for the First Act, in VENICE; during the rest of the Play, at a Sea-Port in CYPRUS. One Michael Cassio, a Florentine, More than a spinster; unless the bookish theorick, As masterly as he mere prattle, without practice, Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy Christian and heathen,—must be be-lee'd and calm'd By debitor and creditor, this counter-caster ; And I, (God bless the mark!) his Moor-ship's ancient. Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman. Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service; Preferment goes by letter, and affection, Not by the old gradation, where each second To love the Moor. Tago. O, sir, content you; 1 follow him to serve my turn upon Whip me such honest knaves: Others there are, their coats, Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul; And such a one do 1 profess myself. For, sir, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: Call up her father, Iago. 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 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? 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? lago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs. If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent, That, from the sense of all civility, I I thus would play and trifle with your reverence : Of here and every where: Straight satisfy yourself: 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! Iago. [Exit, from above. Farewell; for I must leave you : It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, To be produc'd (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, I must show out a flag and sign of love, Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely | 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. Not I: I must be found; Oth. My parts, my title, and my perfect soul, Iago. 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, When, being not at your lodging to be found, πn. 'Tis well I am found by you. I will but spend a word here in the house, Cas. [Exit. Ancient, what makes he here? Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack; SCENE II. The same. Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants. Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain mea, Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience, To do no contriv'd 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. Nay, but he prated, Oth. 'Tis better as it is. That, with the little godliness I have, I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir, As double as the duke's; he will divorce you, Oth. Good signior, you shall more command with years, Than with your weapons. Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her : |