Thefe bloody accidents must excuse my manners, Gra. I am glad to see you. Iago. How do you Caffio? oh, a chair, a chair. Iago. He, he, 'tis he: oh, that's well faid, the chair. Emil. Alas, what is the matter? Iago. Cafe hath there been fet on in the dark Emil.. Alas, good gentleman alas, good Caffio! Iago. This is the fruit of whoring-Pray, Emilia, Go know of Caffio where he fupt to-night. What, do you shake at that? Bian. He fupt at my house, but I therefore shake not. Iago. Oh, did he fo? I charge you go with me. Emil. Oh fy upon thee, ftrumpet! Bian. I am no ftrumpet, but of life as honest As you that thus abuse me. Emil. As I? fie upon thee! Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's fee poor Caffio dreft. Come, miftrefs, you must tell's another tale. Emilia, run you to the citadel, And tell my Lord and lady what hath happ'd: Will you go on afore ?-This is the night, [Exeunt, Iago foliowing. SCENE, a Bed-chamber: Defdemona is dif covered afleep in her bed." Oth. Enter Othello, with a Light and a Sword. T is the caufe, it is the cause, my foul; Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! [Lays down the Sword. I can again thy former light restore, - [Sets down the taper. (52) Put out the light, and then put out the light.] The players, in all the companies wherever I have seen this tragedy perform'd, commit an abfurdity here, in making Othello put out the candle, which, 'tis evident, never was the Poet's intention. Defdemona is discover'd in her bed, in the dark; and Othello enters the chamber with a single taper. If there were any other lights burning in the room, where would be the drift of putting out bis? If there were no others, and that he puts bis out, how abfurd is it for Defdemona in the dark to talk of his eyes rowling, and his gnawing bis netber lip ?—This, I conceive, to have been the Poet's meaning. Othello, ftruck in part with remorse at the murder he's going to do, thinks it beft to do it in the dark; this compunction of nature, in the hurry and pertur bation of thought, and thofe remains of tenderness still combating in his bofom, ftrikes him into an inftant reflexion, that if he puts out the light, he can rekindle it; but if he once puts out the light of her life, that will be extinguish'd for ever. While he is bufied in this contemplation, he throws his eyes towards her; and then footh'd with her beauteous appearance, fets down the light, to go and kifs her. Upon this, Defdemona wakes; and they continue in difCourfe together till he ftifles her. When When I have pluck'd thy rofe, I cannot give it vital growth again; It needs muft wither. I'll fmell thee on the tree; [Kiffing ber. Oh balmy breath, that doft almoft perfuade One more; one more ; Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, But they are cruel tears: this forrow's heav'nly; Def. Who's there? Othello? Oth. Ay, Defdemona. -She wakes DS. Will you come to-bed, my Lord? Oth. If you bethink yourfelf of any crime Def. Alack, my Lord, What may you mean by that? Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I' will walk by. No, (heav'ns forefend!) I would not kill thy foul. Oth. Ay, I do. Def. Then heav'n have mercy on me! Oth. Amen, with all my heart. Def. If you fay fo, I hope, you will not kill me. Def. And yet I fear you: for you're fatal then, When your eyes rowl fo. Why I should fear, I know not, Since guilt I know not yet, I feel, I fear. Oth. Think on thy fins. Def. They're loves I bear to you. Ob. Ay, and for that thou dy'ft. Def. That death's unnatural, that kills for loving. Alas, why gnaw you fo your nether lip? Some bloody paffion fhakes your very frame; Thefe Thefe are portents: but yet I'hope, I hope, They do not point on me. Qth. Peace, and be ftill. Def. I will fo: what's the matter? Oth. That handkerchief Which I fo lov'd, and gave thee, thou gav't Caffin. Oth. Sweet foul, take heed, take heed of perjury; Thou art on thy death-bed. Def. Ay, but not yet to die. Oth. Prefently; Therefore confefs thee freely of thy fin: For to deny each article with oath, Cannot remove, nor choak, the ftrong conception Oth. I fay, amen. Def. And have you mercy too!-I never did Def. He found it then ; I never gave it him; fend for him hither, Let him confefs a truth. Oth., He hath confeft. De What, my Lord ? Oth. That he hath-us'd thee Def. How unlawfully? Oth. Ay. Def. He will not fay fo. Oth. No, his mouth is stopp'd; Honeft lago hath ta'en order for't. Def. My fear interprets then-What, is he dead? Oth. Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had ftomach for them all. Def. Alas, he is betray'd, and I undone. Oth. Out, ftrumpet! weep'st thou for him to my face? Def. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night. Def. But half an hour. Oth. Being done, there is no pause. Def. But while I say one prayer. Oth. It is too late. Emilia, at the door. [He Smothers her. Emil. My Lord, my Lord! what hoa! my Lord, my Oth. What noife is this? not dead? not yet quite dead? I, that am cruel, am yet merciful; I would not have thee linger in thy pain. So, fo. Emil. within.] What hoa! my Lord, my Lord! [you. Methinks it fhould be now a huge eclipfe (53) (53) Methinks, it should be now a huge eclipfe Of fun and moon; and that th' affrighted globe Emil. Should yawn at alteration.- -] Mr. Rymer is fo merry, as he thinks, upon this paffage, that I can't help tranfcribing his wonderful criticism"This is wonderful. Here is poetry to elevate " and |