Never to rife again; thy mother poifon'd; I can no more-the King, the King's to blame. Then, venom, do thy work. All. Treafon, treafon. [Stabs the King. King. O yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt. Ham. Here thou incefluous, murth'rous, damned Drink off this potion: is the union here? Follow my mother. Laer. He is justly served. It is a poifon temper'd by himself. [Dane, [King dies. Exchange forgivenefs with me, Noble Hamlet; [Dies Ham. Heav'n make thee free of it! I follow thee. Thou liv'ft, report me and my cause aright Hor. Never believe it. I'm more an antic Roman than a Dane : Ham. As th'art a man, Give me the cup; let go; by heav'n I'll have't. Things ftanding thus unknown, thall live behind me? Abfent thee from felicity a-while, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, SCENE VI. Enter Ofrick. Ofr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from To the ambaffadors of England gives This warlike volley. Ham. O I die, Horatio: The potent poifon quite o'ergrows my fpirit; [Poland, I I cannot live to hear the news from England. On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice; So tell him, with the occurrents more or less, [Dies. Hor. Now cracks a noble heart! good night, fweet Prince; And flights of angels wing thee to thy reft! Why does the drum come hither? E nter Fortinbras and English Ambassadors, with drum, colours, and attendants. Fort. Where is this fight? Hor. What is it you would fee? If aught of woe or wonder ceafe your fearch. Fort. This quarry cries on havock. Oh proud [Death! What feast is tow'rd in thy infernal cell, That thou fo many princes at a shot So bloodily haft ftruck? Amb. The fight is difmal, And our affairs from England come too late: Hor. Not from his mouth †, Had it th' ability of life to thank you: He never gave commandment for their death. And let me fpeak to th' unknowing world, Of accidental judgments, cafual flaughters; Fall'n on th' inventors' heads. All this can I felicited, for brought on the event. ti. e. the King's Fort. Fort. Let us hafte to hear it, And call the Nobleffe to the audience. For me, with forrow I embrace my fortune; I have fome rights of memory in this kingdom, Even while mens' minds are wild, left more mischance Fort. Let four captains Bear Hamlet, like a foldier, to the stage; For he was likely, had he been put on, To have prov'd moft royally. And for his paffage, The foldiers' mufic, and the rites of war Speak loudly for him.. Take up the body; fuch a fight as this Becomes the field, but here fhews much amifs. [Exeunt marching: after which a peal of ord OTHELLO, DRAMATIS PERSON Æ. DUKE of Venice. Brabantio, a Noble Venetian. Gratiano, brother to Brabantio. Lodovico, kinfman to Brabantio and Gratiano. Othello, the Moor, General for the Venetians in Cyprus. Caffio, kis Lieutenant-Gene-. ral. Iago, fandard-bearer to 0thello. Rodorigo, a foolish gentleman, in love with Defde mona. Montano, the Moor's prede- Defdemona, daughter to Bra- Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Muficians, Sailors, and Attendants. SCENE, for the first act, in Venice; during the rest of the play, in Cyprus. A C T I. SCENE I. Rod. A freet in Venice. Enter Rodorigo and Iagò. Ufh, never tell me, I take it much unkindly, Iago. But you'll not hear me. If ever I did dream of fuch a matter, abhor me. If I do not. Three great ones of the city, Evades them with a bombaft circumstance, Horribly ftuft with epithets of war, Non-fuits my mediators. Certes, fays he, Forfcoth, a great arithmetician, One Michael Caffio,---(A Florentine's More than a spinfter; but the bookish theoric, * As masterly as he; mere prattle without practice, And I (God bless the mark!) his Moorfhip's ancient. Rod. By Heav'n, I rather would have been his hang man. Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curfe of fervice; Preferment goes by letter and affection, Not (as of old) gradation, where each fecond To love the Moor. Rod. I would not follow him then. I follow him to ferve my turn upon him. 66 "You fhall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, "That, doating on his own obfequious bondage, "Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, "For nought but provender; and when he's old, cashier'd; Whip me fuch honeft knaves-- Others there are, Who, trimm'd in forms and vifages of duty, VOL .VIII. *confuls, for unfellors. "Keep |