Part 62 (2/2)
_Actress._ Come here!
_Manager._ A mother calls her little daughter, who has done something to vex her.
_Actress._ Come here!
_Manager._ And now it is her step-child.
_Actress._ Come here!
_Manager._ A carriage is das.h.i.+ng by, the child is in the street, the mother's heart is filled with terror, she calls her darling and cries out--
_Actress._ Come here!
_Manager._ In tears and sorrow a wife has bid adieu to her departing husband, whom the State has called to defend his country on the battlefield; her only consolation is in her children, these she calls, and presses to her heart.
_Actress._ Come here!
_Manager._ The husband has returned, and full of joy she calls her children as she observes him coming home.
_Actress._ Come here!
_Manager._ While in his arms, she now observes his servant, and as with every one she would divide her joy she calls to him--
_Actress._ Come here!
_Manager._ The feelings of a mother in all her joys and tribulation, you have most perfectly sustained. Now show me, how in despair a widow, who has lost all she possessed through fire, confronts the creditors, who clamor for their dues, and whose cruelty has killed her husband. She stands by his body and points to all that now is left her, the remains of her dead husband, and calls on them to look at their work.
_Actress._ Come here!
_Manager._ I must confess you depict pain as if you felt it.[30]
Mark, when running through the scene in which Iago tempts Oth.e.l.lo to his final undoing (Act III, Scene 3.), the variety of intonation required in the repet.i.tions of ”Honest” and ”Think.” In a novel containing this scene the absence of the actors' trained intonations would cost the author much labor in describing how the words should be uttered.
_Oth.e.l.lo._ Farewell, my Desdemona; I'll come to thee straight.
_Desdemona._ Emilia, come.--Be as your fancies teach you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient.
(_Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia_.)
_Oth.e.l.lo._ Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
_Iago._ My n.o.ble lord,--
_Oth.e.l.lo._ What dost thou say, Iago?
_Iago._ Did Michael Ca.s.sio, when you woo'd my lady, Know of your love?
_Oth.e.l.lo._ He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask?
_Iago._ But for a satisfaction of my thought; No further harm.
_Oth.e.l.lo._ Why of thy thought, Iago?
_Iago._ I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
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