With purple fountains issuing from your veins, Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets, Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate. Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. You, Capulet, shall go along with me; MERCUTIO ON DREAMS -ID., ACT I, SCENE 4. Mercutio, a boon companion of Romeo's, becomes facetious over Romeo's faith in dreams, in a charming passage, in which he refers to Queen Mab, designated in folk-lore as the mid-wife of the Fairies, since it is her duty to deliver men of dreams during sleep by driving over them in her chariot. O! then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers, Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; straight; O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees; Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, IAGO'S SUIT DENIED BY OTHELLO SHAKESPEARE'S OTHELLO, ACT I, SCENE 1. Iago has sued to be Othello's lieutenant, and bitterly resents his rejection. Three great ones of the city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, And, in conclusion, Nonsuits my mediators; for "Certes," says he, "I have already chose my officer." And what was he? Forsooth, a great arithmetician. One Michael Cassio, a Florentine, A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife; More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, As masterly as he: mere prattle without practice And I, God bless the mark! his Moorship's ancient. IAGO SWEARS REVENGE -ID., ACT I, SCENE 1. Iago, Othello's Ancient or Standard-bearer, than whom there is no blacker or more snaky villain in all Shakespeare, plans his foul treachery against his master. Roderigo has just counselled Iago not to be a follower of Othello. O, sir! content you; I follow him to serve my turn upon him: Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves, Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul; And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir, It is as sure 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 seeming so, for my peculiar end; For when my outward action doth demonstrate OTHELLO'S DEFENSE --ID., ACT I, SCENE 3. Brabantio, the father of Desdemona, had accused Othello to the Duke and Senators of Venice of beguiling his daughter into marriage. Most potent, grave and reverend signiors, Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, In speaking for myself. 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 such proceeding I am charged withal, I won his daughter with. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, I ran it through, even from my boyish days, |