Othello continued.]

I understand a fury in your words,

But not the words.

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

Ibid.

To point his slow unmoving finger1 at. Ibid.

O Heaven! that such companions thou d'st unfold,

And put in every honest hand a whip,

To lash the rascals naked through the world.

'Tis neither here nor there.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

Ibid.

He hath a daily beauty in his life. Act v. Sc. 1.

This is the night

That either makes me, or fordoes me quite.

And smooth as monumental alabaster.

Ibid.

Act v. Sc. 2.

Put out the light, and then-put out the light.
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,

I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent me; but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,

I know not where is that Promethean heat,
That can thy light relume.

One entire and perfect chrysolite.

Ibid.

Ibid.

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

[Othello continued.

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:
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.

Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne. Act ii. Sc. 7.

Antony and Cleopatra continued.]

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

Of youth upon him.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Act iii. Sc. II.

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.

O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fallen.1

Ibid.

Act iv. Sc. 13.

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

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

Act ii. Sc. 1.

1 Compare Marlowe, ante, p. 21.

CYMBELINE.

Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,1

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.

As chaste as unsunned snow.

Some griefs are med'cinable.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Act ii. Sc.

5.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Golden lads and girls all must,

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

The game is up.

Activ. Sc. 2.

Act v. Sc. 5.

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. 1.

POEMS.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear. Venus and Adonis. Line 145

For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

Lucrece. Line 1006.

. Crabbed age and youth

Cannot live together.

The Passionate Pilgrim, viii

Have you not heard it said full oft,

A woman's nay doth stand for naught?

As it fell upon a day

In the merry month of May.1

Ibid. xiv.

Ibid. xv.

She in thee

Calls back the lovely April of her prime.

Sonnet iii.

And stretched metre of an antique song.

Sonnet xvii.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

Sonnet xviii.

The painful warrior, famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil'd,
Is from the books of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.

Sonnet xxv.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past.
Sonnet xxx.

1 See Barnfield, p. 150.