And he retires:-Where should Othello go? — O cursed, cursed slave!--Whip me, ve devils, Dead: 0! O! O! HIS SPEECH BF ORE HIS DEATH. Soft you; a word or two, before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know it, Nor set down aught in malice: the must you speak Richer than all his tribe; cone, whose subdu'd eyes, [Stabs himself. ROMEO AND JULIET. ACT I. LOVE. LOVE is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; * Account. Being rex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: ON DREAMS. 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 aldermar, Drawn with a team of little atomies* Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep: Her wagon-spokes made of long spinner's legs; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; The traces of the smallest spider's web; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams: Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film: Her wagoner, a small gray-coated gnat, Not half so 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 joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then 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. Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit:† 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: Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambusca loes, 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, † A place in court. Atoms. And sleeps again. This is that very Mab, Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace: Thou talk'st of nothing. ler. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes DESCRIPTION OF A BETY. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! ACT II. THE GARDEN SCENE. Enter ROMEO. Rom. He jests at scars that never felt a wound.[JULIET appears above, at a window But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid,† since she is envious; * i. e. Fairy locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in the night. † An Ethiopian, a black. A votary to the moon, to Diana. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, O, that she knew she were!— She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that,` I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks; That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Rom. Ab, me! Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this: Jul. "Tis but thy name, that is my enemy. [Aside. What's in a name? that which we call a rose, And for that name, which is no part of thee, Rom. I take thee at thy word: Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd night, So stumblest on my counsel? Rom. By a name Had I it written, I would tear the word. Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound; Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and wherefore? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out; And what love can do, that dares love attempt, Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. Jul. I would not for the world, they saw thee here. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And, but thou love me,† let them find me here: Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; *Hinderance. † Unless thou love me. |