Elegant Extracts: Or, Useful and Entertaining Pieces of Poetry

Thy bones are marrowlefs, thy blood is cold;
Thou haft no fpeculation in thofe eyes,
Which thou doft glare with!

Lady. Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of cuftom: 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

Macb. What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
Take any fhape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble; or, be alive again,
And dare me to the defert with thy fword;
If trembling I inhibit thee, proteft me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence! Why, fo-being gone,
[The Ghoft vanishes.

I am a man again.-Pray you, fit ftill.

[The Lords rife.
Lady. You have difplac'd the mirch, broke
the good meeting

With most admir'd diforder.
Mach. Can fuch things be,

And overcome us like a fummer's cloud,
Without our special wonder? You make me
Even to the difpofition that I owe, [ftrange
When now I think you can behold fuch fights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
When mine are blanch'd with fear.
Roffe. What fights, my lord?

Lady. I pray you, fpeak not; he grows worfe
and worse;

Queftion enrages him: at once, good-night:
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.

Len. Good night, and better health
Attend his majefty!

Lady. A kind good night to all. [Exeunt Lords. Mach. It will have blood, they fay; blood will have blood: [fpeak; Stones have been known to move, and trees to Augurs, and understood relations, have By magpies, and choughs, and rooks, brought The fecret'it man of blood. [forth,

Witches, their Power.

I conjure you, by that which you profess,
(Howe'er you come to know it) anfwer me;
Though you untie the winds, and let them fight
Agant the churches; though the yefty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up: [down;
Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown
Though caftles topple on their warders' heads;
Though palaces, and pyramids, do flope
Their heads to their foundations; though the
Of nature's germins tumble altogether, [treasure
Even till destruction fickens, anfwer me
Towhat I ask you,

graces,

As juftice, verity, temperance, ftableness,
Bounty, perfeverance, mercy, lowlinefs,
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
I have no relifh of them: but abound
In the divifion of each several crime,
Acting in many ways. Nay, had I pow'r, I should
Pour the fweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the univerfal peace, confound
All unity on earth.

Macd. O Scotland! Scotland !

Mal. If fuch a one be fit to govern, speak; I am as I have spoken.

Macd. Fit to govern!

No, not to live.-O nation miferable,
With an untitled tyrant, bloody-fceptred,
When fhalt thou fee thy whole fome days again?
Since that the trueft issue of thy throne
By his own interdiction ftands accurft,
And does blafpheme his breed? Thy royal father
Was a moft fainted king; the queen, that bore
Oft'ner upon her knees thar on her feet, [thee,
Died ev'ry day the liv'd. Fare thee well!
Thefe evils thou repeat'ft upon thyfelt,
Have banifh'd me from Scotland. O my breast,
Thy hope ends here!

Mal. Macduff, this noble paffion,
Child of integrity, hath from my foul
Wip'd the black fcruples, reconcil'd my thoughts
To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth;
By many of thefe trains hath sought to win me
Into his pow'r ; and modeft wildom plucks me
From over-credulous hafte; but God above
Deal between thee and me! for even now
I put myself to thy direction, and
Unfpeak mine own detraction; here abjure
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
For ftrangers to my nature. I am yet
Unknown to woman; never was for worn ;
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own;
At no time broke my faith: would not betray
The devil to his fellow; and delight
No lefs in truth than life; my firft falfe-speaking
Was this upon myself. What I am truly,
Is thine, and my poor country's, to command.
An oppreffed Country.

That would be howl'd out in the desert air, Where hearing should not latch them.

Macd. What concern they?

The general caufe? or is it a fee-grief,

Due to some single breast ?

Roffe. No mind that's honeft

Deffifed Old Age.

I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Is fall'n into the fear, the yellow leaf: And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I inuft not look to have: but in their ftead,

But in it shares fome woe; tho' the main part Curfes, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour,breath,

Pertains to you alone.

Macd. If it be mine,

Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
Roffe. Let not your ears despise my tongue for

ever,

Which shall poffefs them with the heaviest found,
That ever yet they heard.

Macd. Humph! I guess at it. [babes
Roffe. Your caftle is furpris'd; your wife and
Savagely flaughter'd; to relate the manner,
Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
To add the death of you.

Mal. Merciful Heaven!

What,man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
Give forrow words: the grief that does not speak,
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it
Macd. My children too?
[break.
Roffe. Wife, children, fervants, all that could

be found.

Macd. And I must be from thence! my wife
Roffe. I have faid.
[kill'd too?

Mal. Be comforted:

Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge,
To cure this deadly grief.

Macd. He has no children !—All my pretty

ones ?

Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare

Did you fay all? what, all! O hell-kite! all?"Tis the curfe of fervice;
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
At one fell fwoop?

Mal. Difpute it like a man.
Macd. I fhall do fo;

But I muft alfo feel it as a man :

I cannot but remember fuch things were,
That were most precious to me. Did Heaven
look on,

And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
They were all ftruck for thee! Naught that I am,
Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
Fell flaughter on their fouls: heaven reft them

now!

Mal. Be this the whetstone of your fword;
let grief

Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.
Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine
eyes,
[Heaven,
And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle
Cut fhort all intermiffion: front to front
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself;
Within my fword's length set him; if he 'fcape,
Heaven forgive him too!

Mal. This tune goes manly.
Come, go we to the king; our pow'r is ready;
Our lack is nothing but our leave; Macbeth
Is ripe for fhaking, and the powers above
Put on their inftruments. Receive what cheer
you may;

The night is long that never finds the day.

[Exeunt.

Not by the old gradation, where each second Preferment goes by letter and affection,

Stood heir to the first.

In difpraife of Honefly.

We cannot all be matters, nor all mafters Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall 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 is old, cashier'd:

Whip me fuch honeft knaves. Others there are, Who, trimm'd in forms and vifages of duty, Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves: And throwing but fhows of fervice on their lords, Do well thrive by them; and when they have lin'd their coats,

Do themselves homage: thefe fellows have some foul,

And fuch a one do I profess myself.
For, fir,

It is as fure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:
In following him, I follow but myself;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But feeming fo, for my peculiar end:
But when my outward action doth demonftrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my fleeve,
For doves to peck at: I am not what I feem.

Love

Love the fole Motive of Othello's marrying.
For I know, Iago,

But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
I would not my unhoufed free condition
Put into circumfcription and confine,
For the fea's worth.

Othello's Relation of his Courtship to the Senate.
Moft potent, grave, and reverend figniors,
My very noble and approv'd good mafters-
That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
It is most true; true, I have married her;
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my
fpeech,

And little bleft with the fet phrase of peace;
For fince these arms of mine had feven years pith,
Till now, fome nine moons wafted, they have us'd
Their dearest action in the tented field;
And little of this great world can I speak,

More than pertains to feats of broil and battle;

And therefore little fhall I grace my cause, In speaking for myfelf: Yet, by your gracious patience,

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver,

Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms,

What conjuration, and what mighty magic,
(For fuch proceeding I am charg'd withal)
won his daughter with.
Her father

Lov'd me; oft invited me ; ftill queftion'd me
The ftory of my life, from year to year;
The battles, fieges, fortunes, that I have pafs'd.
I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
To the very moment that he bade me tell it,
Wherein I fpake of moft difaftrous chances,
Of moving accidents by flood and field;
Of hair-breadth 'fcapes i' the imminent deadly
breach;

Of being taken by the infolent foe,

And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I fpakes
She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd;
And I lov'd her, that the did pity them.
Perfect Content.

O my foul's joy!
If after ev'ry tempeft come fuch calms,
May the winds blow till they have waken'd death,
And let the labouring bark climb hills of feas,
Olympus high; and duck again as low
As hell's from heaven! If I were now to die,
Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,
My foul hath her content fo abfolute,
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.

A Lover's Exclamation. Excellent wretch! perdition catch my foul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,

Chaos is come again.

Othello's first Sufpicion.

Think, my lord! by Heaven he echoes me, As if there were fome monfter in his thought Too hideous to be fhewn. Thou doft mean fomething;

I heard thee fay but now-thou lik'st not that-
When Caffio left my wife; what didft not like;
And when I told thee-he was of my counsel,
In my whole courfe of wooing: thou criedt
"Indeed!"

And didft contract and purfe thy brow together,
As if thou then hadft fhut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit: if thou doft love me
Shew me thy thought.

lag. My lord, you know I love you.
Oth. I think thou doft;

And for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty, And weigh'ft thy words before thou giv❜ft them breath

[more:

And fold to flavery; of my redemption thence; Therefore, thefe ftops of thine fright me the And portance in my travel's history.

Thefe things to hear

Would Defdemona feriously incline;
But ftill the house affairs would draw her thence;
Which ever as the could with hafte dispatch,
She'd come again, and with a greedy ear
Devour up my difcourfe: which I obferving,
Took once a pliant hour; and found good means
Todraw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
Whereof by parcels the had fomething heard,
But not intentively: I did confent;
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did fpeak of fome diftrefsful Atroke,
That my youth fuffer'd. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of fighs:
She wore-in faith,'twas strange, 'twas paffing
ftrange;

Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful-
She with'd the had not heard it; yet fhe wifh'd
That Heaven had made her fuch a man:-fhe

thank'd me ;

For fuch things in a false, difloyal knave
Are tricks of cuftom; but, in a man that 's juff,
They are clofe denotements working from the
That paffion cannot rule.

Reputation.

[heart.

Good name, in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their fouls: Who fteals my purfe fteals trash; 'tis fomething, nothing;

'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been flave to thou

fands:

And have not thofe foft parts of converfation
That chamberers have: or, for I am declin'd
Into the vale of years; yet that's not much-
She's gone; I am abus'd; and my relief
Must be to loath her. O curfe of marriage!
That we can call thefe delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love
For others uses.

Jealousy.

Trifles light as air

Are, to the jealous, confirmations ftrong
As proofs of holy writ.

The Tortures of Jealousy.

Enter Othello.

On horror's head horrors accumulate:
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd,
For nothing canft thou to damnation add,
Greater than that.

Iago. O grace! O Heaven defend me!
Are you a man? have you a foul, or fenfe?
God be wi'you: take mine office.-O wretched
That-liv'ft to make thine honefty a vice! [fool,
O monftrous world! take note,take note, Owald,
To be direct and honeft, is not fafe.
I thank you for this profit; and, from hence,
I'll love no friend, fince love breeds fuch offence.
Oth. Nay, ftay :-thou fhouldft be honeft.
lago. I thould be wife; for honefty's a fool,
And lofes that it works for.

Oth. By the world,

I think my wife be honeft, and I think the is not
I think that thou art juft, and think thou art not

lago. Look where he comes! not poppy, nor I'll have fome proof. My name, that was as fred

mandragora,

Nor all the drowsy fyrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow'dft yesterday.

Oth. Ha! ha! falfe to me? to me? [that.
Lago. Why, how now, general? no more of
Oth. Avaunt! begone! thou haft fet me on

the rack:

I swear 'tis better to be much abus'd,
Than but to know 't a little.

Iago. How now, my lord?

Otb. What fenfe had I of her ftolen hours of
I faw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me:
I flept the next night well, was free and merry;
I found not Caffio's kiffes on her lips:
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he 's not robb'd at all.
Lago. I am forry to hear this.

As Dian's vifage, is now begrim'd and black
As mine own face. If there be cords, or knives,
Poifon, or fire, or fuffocating ftreams,
I'll not endure it.-Would I were fatisfied!
Othello's Story of the Handkerchief
That handkerchief
Did an Egyptian to my mother give;
She was a charmer, and could almost read
The thoughts of people; he told her, while fia
kept it,

[luft?Twould make her amiable, and fubdue my fa
Entirely to her love; but if the loft it, [the
Or made a gift of it, my father's eye
Should hold her loathly, and his fpirits fhould hurt
After new fancies. She, dying, gave it me;
And bid me, when my ftate would have menite,
To give it her. I did fo; and take heed of `t,
Make it a darling, like your precious eye;
To lofe 't or give 't away, were fuch perdition,
As nothing else could matter.

Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp,
Pioneers and all, had tasted her fweet body,
So I had nothing known: O now, for ever,
Farewell the tranquil mind! Farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! O farewell!

Farewell the neighing fteed, and the fhrill trump,
The fpirit ftirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner; and all quality,

Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
And, O you mortal engines, whofe rude throats
Th' immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone
Iago. Is 't poffible, my lord?

Oth. Villain, be fure thou prove my love
whore ;

Be fure of it; give me the ocular proof;
[Catching hold on him.
Or by the worth of mine eternal soul,
Thou hadft better have been born a dog,
Than answer my wak'd wrath.
Iago. Is it come to this?
Oth. Make me to fee it; or, at the leaft, fo
That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop,
To hang a doubt on: or, woe upon thy life!
Iago, My noble lord-

[prove it,

Oth. If thou doft flander her, and torture me, Never pray more: abandon all remorse:

-There's magic in the web of it:
A Sibyl, that had number'd in the world
The fun to make two hundred compasses,
In her prophetic fury few'd the work:
The worms were hallow'd that did breed the f
And it was dyed in mummy, which the skif
Conferv'd of maidens' hearts.

A Lover's Computation of Time. What! keep a week away? feven days nights?

Eight-fcore eight hours? and lovers abfent bou
More tedious than the dial eight fcore times?
O weary reckoning!

Othello's Speech, after having received the Mi
date when confirmed in bis Sufpicions.
Ay, you did with that I would make her turn
Sir, the can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again; and the can weep, fir, weep;
And the 's obedient, as you fay-obedient-
Very obedient-Proceed you in your tears.
Concerning this, fir-O well painted paffion!
I am commanded home :-get you away;
I'll fend for you anon.-Sir, I obey the mandate,
And will return to Venice-hence, avaunt!

Ex. Def
Caffer

Impudent ftrumpet !

Caffio fhall have my place. And-Sir, to night, | And will not hear it: what committed !
I do entreat that we may fup together.
You are welcome, Sir, to Cyprus
Goats and monkies!

[Exit Othello.

His pathetic Upbraiding of bis Wife.
Def. Upon my knees, what doth your fpeech
I understand a fury in your words, [import?
But not your words.

Oth. Why, what art thou?

Def. Your wife, my lord; your true and loyal wife.

Oth. Come, fwear it; damn thyself;

Left, being like one of heaven, the devils them-
felves

Should fear to feize thee: therefore be double-
Swear thou art honeft.

Def. Heaven doth truly know it.
Otb. Heaven truly knows

That thou art falfe as hell.

Def. To whom, my Lord? With whom? How am I falfe?

[damn'd;

Oth. O, Desdemona, away! away! away!
Def. Alas the heavy day! why do you weep?
Am I the occafion of these tears, my lord?
If, haply, you my father do fufpect
An inftrument of this your calling back,
Lay not your blame on me; if you have loft him,
Why, I have loft him too.

Otb. Had it pleas'd Heaven
To try me with affliction; had he rain'd
All kind of fores, and shames, on my bare head;
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips;
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes;
I should have found in some part of my foul
A drop of patience. But, alas! to make me
A fixed figure, for the time of fcorn
To point his flow, unmoving finger at-
O! 0!

Yer could I bear that too; well, very well:
But there, where I have garner'd up my heart;
Where either I must live, or bear no life:
The fountain from the which my current runs,
Or elfe dries up; to be difcarded thence!
Or keep it as a ciftern, for foul toads

To knot and gender in! Turn thy complexion
there!

Patience, thou young and rofe-lipp'd cherubim;
Ay, there, look grim as hell!

ne'er been born!

Def. I hope my noble lord efteems me honeft.
Oth. O,ay; as fummer-flies are in the shambles,
That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,
Who art fo lovely fair, and finell'ft so sweet,
That the fenfe akes at thee; would thou hadft
[ted?
Def. Alas! what ignorant fin have I commit-
Ob.Was this fair paper, this moft goodly book,
Made to write whore upon! what committed!
Committed! O thou public commoner !
I fhould make very forges of my cheeks
That would to cinders burn up modesty,
Did I but fpeak thy deeds.-What committed!
Heaven ftops the nofe at it, and the moon winks:
The bawdy wind, that kitles all it meets,
Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,

Def. By Heaven, you do me wrong!
Oth. Are you not a ftrumpet?
Def. No, as I am a Christian.
If to preferve this veffel for my lord,
From any other foul, unlawful touch,
Be not to be a ftrumpet, I am none.
Oth. What, not a whore?
Def. No, as I fhall be faved.
Otb. Is it poffible?

Def. O Heaven forgive us !
Oib. I cry you mercy, then;

I took you for that cunning whore of Venices
That married with Othello.

Defdemona's Faithfulness.
O good Iago,
What fhall I do to win my lord again? [ven,
Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of hea
I know not how I loft him. Here I kneel-

[Kneeling.
If e'er my will did trefpafs 'gainst his love,
Either in difcourfe, or thought, or actual deed
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Delighted them in any other form;
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
And ever will-though he do shake me off
To beggarly divorcement-love bim dearly,
Comfort forfwear me! Unkindness may do much,"
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love.

A Bed-chamber: Defdemona is difcovered afleep
in her Bed.

Enter Othello, with a Light and Sword,
Oth. It is the caufe, it is the cause, my foul-
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!
It is the caufe.-Yet I'll not hed her blood,
Nor fear that whiter fkin of hers than fnow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.

Yet the muft die, else she'll betray more men.
[Lays down the Sword
Put out the light, and then put out the light!
I can again thy former light reftore,
If I quench thee, thou flaming minifter,
Should I repent me; but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning'ft pattern of excellent nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume.

When I have pluck'd thy rofe,
[Sets down the taper.
It needs muft wither: I'll fmell it on the tree.
I cannot give it vital growth again;
O balmy breath, thou doft almoft perfuade
[Kiffing ber.
Justice herself to break her fword One more.
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
And love thee after: one more, and this the last:
So fweet was ne'er fo fatal. I musl weep,
But they are cruel tears: this forrow 's heavenly;
It strikes where it doth love.
Othello's Confufion after having murdered his Wife.
Yes, 'tis milia;-by and by-the 's dead.
'Tis like, the comes to speak of Catfio's death;

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