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This rock and these demesnes have been my world:
The fore-end of my time.-But, up to the mountains;
To him the other two shall minister :
And we will fear no poison, which attends
The Force of Nature.
How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature!
I' the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit
In simple and low things, to
prince it much
Strikes life into my speech, and shows much more
No, 'tis slander ;
Whose edge is sharper than the sword: whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world: kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave
This viperous slander enters.
Can snore upon the flint, when restive cloth
Thou divine nature, how thyself thou blazon'st
Not wagging his sweet head and yet as rough,
That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop
Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Fear no more the frown o' the great,
Fear no more the lightning flash,
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 seen, all flying
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 fleet 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 Iago, 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 Iago, 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,
Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul,
It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:
In following him, I follow but myself;
Love the sole inducement for Othello to marry.
For know, Iago,
But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
*In merely external civility.