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This rock and these demesnes have been my world :
The Force of Nature.
meanly l' the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, In simple and low things, to prince it much Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore,The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom The king his father called Guiderius—Jove ! When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell The warlike fears I have done, his spirits fly out Into my story : say,
26 Thus mine
himself in posture That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal, (Once Arviragus), in as like a figure, Strikes life into my speech, and shows much more His own conceiving.
In-born Royalty. O thou goddess, Thou divine nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head : and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafed, as the rudest wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful, That an invisible instinct should frame them, To royalty unlearn’d; honour untaught : Civility not seen from other ; valour, That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop As if it had been sow'd.
Nor the furious winter's rages ;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages ;
Fear no more the frown o' the great,
Thou are past the tyrant's stroke,
To thee the reed is as the oak:
Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder stone;
Thou hast finish'd joy and moan :
No exorciser harm thee!
A Routed Army.
No blame be to you, sir ; for all was lost, But that the heavens fought : the king himself Of his wings destitute, the army broken, And but the backs of Britons
Through a straight lane ; the enemy, full-hearted,
Othello, a valiant Moor, has won the affections of Desdemona, the daughter of Brabantio, a senator of Venice, and married her, unknown to her father. On hearing of the marriage, Brabantio is greatly irritated, and summons Othello before the Duke and Senators, where the Moor justifies his conduct, and is sent to Cyprus to command the Venetian forces against the Turks, who have despatched a feet against Cyprus. Othello arrives at Cyprus, where Desdemona, by previous arrangement, follows him. Here lago, who is a villain of the deepest dye, plots with Roderigo, a foolish Venetian, against Othello and his lieutenant Cassio. In the meantime, Othello, incited to the act by lago, murders Desdemona, and stabs himself, falling dead by her side. Iago, who completes his career of crime by stabbing his wife Emilia, is condemned to the torture, as a punishment for his wicked actions. Of this tragedy, Dr. Johnson remarks, “ The fiery openness of Othello; magnanimous, artless, and credulous; boundless in his confidence, ardent in his affections, inflexible in his resolution, and obdurate in his revenge; the soft simplicity of Desdemona, confident of merit, and conscious of innocence; the cool malignity of lago, silent in his resentment, subtle in his designs, and studious at once of his interest and his vengeance, are such proofs of Shakspere's skill in human nature, as I suppose it is vain to seek in any modern writer."
lago's Dispraise of Honesty. We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed. You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, For naught but provender ; and when he's old, cashier'd: Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty, Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves, And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, Do well thrive by them, and, when they have lined
Do themselves homage : these fellows have some soul,
Love the sole inducement for Othello to marry.
* In merely external civility.