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Oth. Hath he faid any thing? lago. He hath, my Lord; but be you well affur'd, No more than he'll unfwear.
Oth. What hath he said ? lago. Why, that he did, he did
Oth. What? what? lago. Lie
Oth. With her?
We fay, lie on her,
Jago. With her; on her Oth. Lie with her! lie on her! when they belie her. Lie with her! that's fulfome. Handkerchief confeffions handkerchief handkerchief-[(9) to confefs, and be hang'd for bis labour Firft, to be bang'd, and then to confefs --] 1 tremble at it Nature would not inveft herself in fuch fhadowing passion (1) without some inftruction. It is not words that shake me thus pish nofes, ears, and lips-is't poffible! -confefs! bandkerchief! - ob devil [Falls in a trance.
I know not what
what you will
ber own fondness they make her pliant to their defires, cannot help boafting of their fuccefs. To convince, here, is not, as in the common acceptation, to make fenfible of the truth of any thing by reafons and arguments; but to overcome, get the better of, &c. THEOBALD.
-] Convinc'd, for conquer'd, fubdued. WARB. -to confefs, &c.] The words between the hooks feem to be the player's trash. WARBURTON.
I have as little value for thefe words as any other commentator; but whether they are the authour's or player's I cannot determine.
* Shadowing paffion] The modern editions have left out paffion. (1) without fome inftruction.] The starts and broken reflexions in this fpeech have fomething very terrible, and fhew the mind of the speaker to be in inexpreffible agonies. But the words we are upon, when fet right, have a fublime in them that can never be enough admired. The ridiculous blunder of writing INSTRUC TION for INDUCTION (for fo it fhould be read) has indeed funk it into arrant nonfenfe. Othello is just going to fall into a fwoon; and, as is common for people in that circumftance, feels an uaufual mift and darknefs, accompanied with horror, coming upon him. This, with vaft fublimity of thought, is compared to the feafon of the Sun's eclipfe, at which time the earth becomes fhadowed by the induction or bringing over of the Moon between it R 2 and
lago. Work on,
My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught;
and the Sun. This being the allufion the reasoning stands thus, My nature could never be thus over shadowed, and falling, as it were, into diffolation for no cause. There must be an INDUCTION of fomething: there must be a real cause. My jealousy cannot be merely imaginary. Ideas, WORDS only, could not shake me thus, and raise all this diforder. My jealousy therefore must be grounded on matter of falt. Shakespeare uses this word in the fame fenfe, Richard III.
A dire INDUCTION am I witness to.
Marflor feems to have read it thus in fome copy, and to allude to it in these words of his Fame,
Plots ba' you laid? INDUCTIONS dangerous!
This is a noble conjecture, and whether right or wrong-does honour to its authour. Yet I am in doubt whether there is any neceffity of emendation. There has always prevailed in the world an opinion, that when any great calamity happens at a distance, notice is given of it to the fufferer by fome dejection or perturbation of mind, of which he discovers no external cause. This is afcribed to that general communication of one part of the uni verse with another, which is called fympathy and antipathy; or to the secret monition, inftruction, and influence of a fuperior Being, which fuperintends the order of Nature and of life. Otbello fays, Nature could not inveft berself in such shaderving paffion, without inftruction. It is not words that shake me thus. This paffion which spreads its clouds over me is the effect of fome agency more than the operation of words; it is one of thofe notices which meh have of unfeen calamities.
However ingenious Dr. Warburton's note may be, it is certainly too forced and farfetch'd. Orbello alludes only to Caffio's dream, which had been invented and told him by Iago, when many confufed and very interefting ideas pour in upon the mind all at once, and with fuch rapidity, that it has not time to fhape or digest them, if the mind does not relieve itself by tears, which we know it often does, whether for joy or grief, it produces ftupefaction and fainting.
Othello, in broken fentences and fingle words, all of which have a reference to the cause of his jealoufy, fhews, that all the proofs are present at once to his mind, which so overpowers it, that he falls in a trance, the natural confequence. Mr. REYNOLDS.
lago. My Lord is fall'n into an Epilepfy.
The lethargy must have his quiet course :
I would on great occafion speak with you. [Exit Caffio.
Oth. Doft thou mock me?
lago. I mock you not, by heaven; Would you would bear your
fortunes like a man. Oth. A horned man's a monfter, and a beast. lago. There's many a beast, then, in a populous city, And many a civil monster.
Oth. Did he confess it?
lago. Good Sir, be a man }
Think, every bearded fellow that's but yok'd,
And to fuppofe her chafte.
No, let me know,
And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.
lago. Stand you a while apart,
Confine yourself but in a patient (3) list.
Whilft you were here, o'erwhelmed with your grief,
Bad him anon return, and here fpeak with me;
in thofe unproper beds,] Unproper, for common.
lift] For attention; act of liftening.
-encave yourself,] Hide yourself in a private place.
That dwell in every region of his face;
Oth. Doft thou hear, ago?
I will be found moft cunning in my patience;
But yet keep time in all. Will you
withdraw? [Othello withdraws.
Now will I queftion Caffio of Bianca,
As he fhall fmile, Othello fhall go mad;
lago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are fure on't. Now, if this fuit lay in Bianca's power,
How quickly fhould you speed?
(5) Or Ifball fay, you are all in all in fpleen,] I read, Or fhall I fay, you're all in all a Spleen.
I think our authour uses this expreffion elsewhere. (6) And bis unbookish jealousy
-] Unbookish, for ignorant.
Oth. Look how he laughs already.
Jago. I never knew a woman love man fo.
Oth. Now he importunes him
To tell it o'er. Go to, well faid, well faid.
Caf. Ha, ha, ha!
Otb. (7) Do you triumph, Roman, do you triumph? [Afide.
Caf. I marry her! What? (8) a customer? pr'ythee, bear fome charity to my wit, do not think it fo unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!
Oth. So, fo; they laugh, that win. lago. Why, the Cry goes, that you fhall marry her. Caf. Pr'ythee, fay true.
lago. I am a very villain elfe.
Otb. (9) Have you fcor'd me? well.
Caf. This is the monkey's own giving out the is perfuaded, I will marry her, out of her own love and Aattery, not out of my promife.
Oth. lago beckons me: now he begins the ftory.
Caf. She was here even now: fhe haunts me in every place. I was the other day talking on the Sea bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the bauble, and falls me thus about the neck
(7) Do you triumph, ROMAN? do you triumph? Never was a more ridiculous blunder than the word Roman. Shakespeare wrote, Do you triumph, ROGUE? Which being obfcurely written the editors mistook for Rome, and fo made Roman of jt. WARBURTON.
Of this I am in doubt. Othello calls him Roman ironically. Triumpb, which was a Roman ceremony, brought Roman into his thoughts. What, says he, you are now triumphing as great as a Roman.
-] a common woman, one that in
(8) - a customer?
(9) Have you fcor'd me?-] Have you made my reckoning, have you fettled the term of my life? The old quarto reads, flored me. Have you difpofed of me? have you laid me up?