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Of one entire and perfect chrysolite*,
Behold! I have a weapon; A better never did itself sustain Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, That, with this little arm, and this good sword, I have made my way through more impediments Than twenty times your stop:-But, О vain boast! Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now. Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon’d; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay’d? 'tis a lost fear; Man but a rush against Othello's breast, 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 comptt This look of thine will hurl
soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl? Even like thy chastity.O cursed, cursed slave!- Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight! Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulphur! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire! O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead? Dead? O! O! O!
HIS SPEECH BEFORE HIS DEATH.
you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, [speak
ROMEO AND JULIET.
Love is a smoke rais'd with a fume of sighs;
O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies*
+ A place in court.
And bakes the elf-locks* in foul sluttish hairs,
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace;
True, I talk of dreams;
DESCRIPTION OF A BEAUTY.
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night, Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop'st ear: Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
THE GARDEN SCENE.
Enter ROMEO. Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. -
[Juliet appears above, ai a Window. But, soft, what light thro' yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! *i.e. Fairy locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in the night.
† An Ethiopian, a black.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
love: O, that she knew she were!She speaks, yet she says nothing: What of that; Her eye discourses, I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her
eyes To twinkle in their spheres, till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head; The brightness of her cheek would shame those
stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Jul.
Ah, me! Rom.
She speaks:O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond’ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air. Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
* A votary to the moon, to Diana.