20 "Art thou a friend to Roderick ?"-"No." Though space and law the stag we lend, They do, by heaven !-Come Roderick Dhu And let me but till morning rest, 35 I write the falsehood on their crest.". "If by the blaze I mark aright, 40 1 66 -- Thou bear'st the belt and spur of Knight." Scott. And thou hast walk'd about (how strange a story!) And time had not begun to overthrow 2 Speak! for thou long enough hast acted Dummy, Not like thin ghosts or disembodied creatures, But with thy bones and flesh, and limbs and features. 3 Tell us for doubtless thou canst recollect, To whom should we assign the sphinx's fame? Of either Pyramid that bears his name? Had Thebes a hundred gates, as sung by Homer? 4 Perhaps thou wert a Mason, and forbidden By oath to tell the mysteries of thy trade; In Memnon's statue which at sunrise played? Has hob-a-nobb'd with Pharaoh glass to glass; Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass, 6 I need not ask thee if that hand, when armed, Long after thy primeval race was run. Since first thy form was in this box extended, We have, above ground, seen some strange mutations; The Roman empire has begun and ended; New worlds have risen-we have lost old nations, 8 Didst thou not hear the pother o'er thy head And shook the Pyramids with fear and wonder, 9 If the tomb's secrets may not be confessed, A heart has throbb'd beneath that leathern breast, Have children climb'd those knees, and kiss'd that face? 10 Statue of flesh-immortal of the dead! Imperishable type of evanescence! Posthumous man, who quitt'st thy narrow bed, And standest undecayed within our presence, Thou wilt hear nothing till the Judgment morning, When the great trump shall thrill thee with its warning. 11 Why should this worthless tegament endure, If its undying guest be lost forever? 5 10 15 20 O let us keep the soul embalmed and pure Iago. My noble lord Oth. What dost thou say, Iago? Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you wooed my lady, Oth. He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask? No further harm. Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago? Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted with her. Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed :-Discern'st thou aught in I heard thee say but now, "thou lik'dst not that,”When Cassio left my wife. What didst not like? 25 And, when I told thee, he was of my counsel In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst, "Indeed!" 30 Show me thy thought. Iago. My lord, you know I love you. Oth. I think, thou dost : And, for I know thou art full of love and honesty, And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath, 35 Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: For such things, in a false, disloyal knave, 40 45 Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just, Iago. For Michael Cassio, I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest. Iago. Men should be what they seem; Or, those that be not, 'would they might seem none ! Iago. Why then, I think that Cassio is an honest man. I pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts 50 The worst of words. Iago. Good, my lord, pardon me; I am not bound to that all slaves are free to. Utter my thoughts ?-Why, say, they are vile and false; 55 As where's that palace, whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast so pure, Keep leets, and law days, and in sessions sit Shakspeare. Macd. SEE, who comes here? Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Macd. My ever gentle cousin, welcome hither. Mal. I know him now. Pray heaven, betimes remove 5 The means, that make us strangers! Rosse. Sir, Amen. Macd. Stands Scotland where it did? Rosse. Alas, poor country; Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot 10 Be called our mother, but our grave; where nothing, 15 Is there scarce asked, for whom; and good men's lives Expire before the flowers in their Dying, or e'er they sicken. Macd. O, relation, Too nice, and yet too true! 20 25 30 Mal. What is the newest grief? caps, Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker. Each minute teems a new one. Macd. How does my wife? Rosse. Why, well. Macd. And all my Rosse. Well too. children? Macd. The tyrant has not battered at their peace? them. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; how goes it? That would be howled out in the desert air, Where hearing should not latch them. Macd. What concern they? The general cause? or is it a fee-grief, 35 Due to some single breast? Rosse. No mind, that's honest, But in it shares some woe; though the main part |