ACT V. Othello's Scene with Desdemona in the Bed-chamber before he kills her. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,— Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood: Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then-put out the light! If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me: but once put out thine, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat, That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd thy rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither:-I'll smell it on the tree. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade [Kissing her. Justice to break her sword!-One more, one more.- But they are cruel tears: this sorrow's heavenly : Othello's Perplexity after the Murder. Yes!-'tis Emilia :-by and by. She's dead. 'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death ; The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving? Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were't good? Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon: and that the affrighted globe Othello's Love for Desdemona. If heaven would make me such another world Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,* I'd not have sold her for it. Othello's Remorse. Behold! I have a weapon; A better never did itself sustain Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go ; 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 compt,† This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. * A precious stone. At our account hereafter Othello's Speech before he Kills himself. 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: then must you speak Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdu'd eyes, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Set you down this: [Stabs himself. Ludovico's Denunciation of Iago. O Spartan dog, More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea! The time, the place, the torture,-O enforce it! ROMEO AND JULIET. A deadly feud exists between the noble families of Capulet and Montague, who reside in Verona. Romeo, son of Montague, and Juliet, daughter of Capulet, become violently enamoured with each other, and are privately married, unknown to their friends, by Laurence, a Franciscan friar. Shortly after their marriage, Tybalt, one of the Capulet faction, in a street brawl, kills Mercutio, and is himself killed by Romeo. For this Romeo is exiled by the Prince of Verona, and retires to Mantua. Capulet and his wife, ignorant of their daughter's marriage, have resolved to unite her to Paris, a young nobleman of Verona. To avoid this marriage, Juliet takes a drug provided for her by Friar Laurence, which produces a death-like lethargy. Her friends, supposing her to be dead, inter her in the tomb of the Capulets. It is intended by the friar that Romeo shall be advised of these events, so that he may be present when Juliet wakes, and take her away to Mantua. By an error, however, Romeo hears that Juliet is dead, on which he procures poison, and enters the monument in which she is entombed; here he meets Paris, who provokes him to fight, and is killed. Romeo then takes the poison. No sooner is he dead than Juliet wakes from her lethargy, and finding her husband dead by her side, stabs herself; and the play concludes with the reconciliation of the Capulets and Montagues. ACT I. The Prince of Verona's Charge to Capulet and Montague. REBELLIOUS subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,— Will they not hear?—what ho! you men, you beasts,— And hear the sentence of your moved prince. You, Capulet, shall go along with me; Romeo's Melancholy. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs: |