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Never pray more; abandon all remorfe;
On horror's head horrors accumulate;
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd;
Greater than that.
Iago. Oh grace! oh heaven defend me! Are you a man? have you a foul? or fenfe? God be w' you. Take mine office.-O wretched fool, That liv ft to make thine honefty a vice!
Oh monftrous world! take note, take note, oh world,
I thank you for this profit, and from hence
I think, my wife is honeft; and think, she is not;
lago. I fee, Sir, your are eaten up with paffion; I do repent me that I put it to you.
You would be fatisfied?
Oth. Would? nay, and will.
Iago. And may; but how? how fatisfied, my
Would you be fupervifor, grofly gape on?
Oth. Death and damnation! oh!
Tago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
It is impoffible you fhould fee this,
* Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
But fince I'm enter'd in this caufe so far,
There are a kind of men, fo loose of soul,
In fleep I heard him fay, "Sweet Desdemona,
And then, Sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand Cry-"Oh fweet creature!" and then kiss me hard, As if he pluckt up kiffes by the roots,
That grew upon my lips; then lay his leg
Over my thigh, and figh and kifs, and then
Iago. Nay, this was but his dream;
2 Were they as prime as goals,] Prime, is prompt, from the Celtic or British PRIM. HANMER.
3 Give me a living reason-] Living, for fpeaking, manifeft. WARBURTON.
Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclufion; Tis a fhrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. Tago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, That do demonftrate thinly.
Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces.
Iago. Nay, but be wife; yet we fee nothing done; She may be honeft yet. Tell me but this, Have you not fometimes feen a handkerchief, Spotted with ftrawberries in your wife's hand? Oth. I gave her fuch a one; 'twas my firft gift. Iago. I know not that; but such a handkerchief, (I'm fure it was your wife's,) did I to-day See Caffio wipe his beard with.
Oth. If it be that
Iago. If it be that, or any, if 'twas bers It speaks against her with the other proofs. Oth. Oh, that the flave had forty thousand lives! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. 7 Now do I fee, 'tis true.
Look here, Iago, All my fond love thus do I blow to heav'n: 'Tis gone;
hearted throne with thy fraught,
Arife, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
Iago. Yet be content.
Oth. Oh blood, blood, blood
Iago. Patience, I fay; your mind, perhaps, may change.
Oth. Never, Iago. 2 Like to the Pontick Sea,
Now, by yond marble heav'n,
i. e. thy throne which was parted between me, and Defdemona: This prefents us with a fine image. The union of Othello and Defdemona was fo perfect, that love divided his throne between them: which he is now bid to refume, and give to hatred. WARBURTON.
Hearted throne, is the heart on which thou waft enthroned. Parted throne has no meaning. Ifwell, befom, &c.] i. e. well, because the fraught is of poison. WARBURTON.
2 -Like to the Pontick Sea, &c.] This fimile is omitted in the first edition: I think it fhould be fo, as an unnatural excurfion in this place.
Witnefs, ye ever-burning lights above!
-Let him command, And to obey, fhall be in me Remorfe,
What bloody bufinefs ever.] Thus the old copies read, but evidently wrong. Some editions read, Not to obey; on which the editor Mr. Theobald takes occafion to alter it to, Nor to obey; and thought he had much mended matters. But he mistook the found end of the line for the corrupt; and fo by his emendation, the deep-defigning lago is foolthly made to throw off his mask,
Let him command,
when he had moft occafion for it; and without any provocation, ftand before his Captain a villain confeffed; at a time, when, for the carrying on his plot, he fhould make the least show of it. For thus Mr. Theobald forces him to say, I shall have no remorse to obey your commands, how bloody foever the business be. But this is not Shakespear's way of preferving the unity of character. Jago, till now, pretended to be one, who, tho' in the trade of var he had flain men, yet held it the very fluff of th' confcience to do no contriv'd murder; when, of a fudden, without caufe or occafion, he owns himself a ruffian without remorfe. Shakespear wrote and pointed the paffage thus, Let him command, And to obey fhall be in me, RE