Othello continued.]

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know 't, and he 's not robb'd at all. Act iii. Sc. 3.

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 steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality,

Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell! Othello's occupation 's gone!

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Be sure of it give me the ocular proof.

:

But yet the pity of it, Iago! O, Iago, the

pity of it, Iago!

Act iv. Sc. I.

[Othello continued.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips.

But, alas! to make me

A fixed figure, for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger1 at.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

O Heaven! that such companions thou 'dst un

fold,

And put in every honest hand a whip,

To lash the rascals naked through the world.

That either makes me, or fordoes me quite.

Act v. Sc. I.

Put out the light, and then -put out the light.

Act v. Sc. 2.

One entire and perfect chrysolite. Act v. Sc. 2.

I have done the State some service, and they know it;

No more of that. I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice: then, must you
speak

Of one that lov'd, not wisely, but too well:

1 'slow and moving finger,' Knight, Staunton.

Othello continued.]

Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away,

Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdu'd

eyes,

Albeit unused to the melting mood,

Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their med'cinable gum.

Act v. Sc. 2.

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.

There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

Come, thou monarch of the vine,

Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

Who does i' the wars more than his captain can, Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition, The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain which darkens him.

He wears the rose

Act iii. Sc. I.

Of youth upon him.

Act iii. Sc. II.

[Antony and Cleopatra continued

This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.

Act iv. Sc. 4.

Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish,
A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock.

Act iv. Sc. 12.

That which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct.

Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,'

And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs

On chalic'd flowers that lies;

And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

1 None but the lark so shrill and clear!

Now at Heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.

John Lylye, Alexander and Campaspe, Act v. Sc. I.

Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth,

Finds the down pillow hard.

Golden lads and girls all must,

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Act iii. Sc. 6.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

PERICLES.

3 Fish. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.

I Fish. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.

Act ii. Sc. I.