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I think she stirs again-No-What's the best?
If the come in, fhe'll fure speak to my wife;
My wife my wife! What wife! I have no wife;
Oh infupportable! o heavy hour!

Othello, A v. Sc. 7.

A fourth obfervation is, That nature, which gave us paffions, and made them extremely beneficial when moderate, intended undoubtedly that they should be fubjected to the government of reafon and confcience *. It is therefore against the order of nature, that paffion in any cafe fhould take the lead in contradiction to reafon and confcience: fuch a ftate of mind is a fort of anarchy, which every one is ashamed of, and endeavours to hide or diffemble. Even love, however laudable, is attended with a confcious fhame when it becomes immoderate it is covered from the world, and difclofed only to the beloved object:

Et que

l'amour fouvent de remors combattu Paroiffe une foibleffe, et non une vertu.

Boileau, L'art poet Chant. 3. l. 101.

O, they love least that let men know their love.

Two gentlemen of Verona, Act 1. Sc. 3.

Hence a capital rule in the representation of immoderate paffions, that they ought to be hid or diffembled as much as poffible. And this holds in

an

*See Chap. 2. Part. 7.

an especial manner with refpect to criminal paffions: one never counfels the commiffion of a crime in plain terms: guilt must not appear in its native colours, even in thought: the propofal must be made by hints, and by reprefenting the action in fome favourable light. Of the propriety of fentiment upon fuch an occafion, Shakespeare, in the Tempest, has given us a beautiful example, in a speech by the ufurping Duke of Milan, advising Sebaftian to murder his brother the King of Naples :

Antonio.

What might,

Worthy Sebastian,-O, what might—no more.
And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face,

What thou shouldft be: th' occafion fpeaks thee, and
My ftrong imagination fees a crown

Dropping upon thy head.

At 11. Sc. 1.

There never was drawn a more complete picture of this kind, than that of King John foliciting Hubert to murder the young Prince Arthur:

K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert, We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh There is a foul counts thee her creditor, And with advantage means to pay thy love. And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath Lives in this hofom, dearly cherished. Give me thy hand, I had a thing to fay But I will fit it with fome better time.

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By Heav'n, Hubert, I'm almost asham'd

To fay what good refpect I have of thee.

Hubert. I am much bounden to your Majesty.

K. John. Good friend, thou haft no cause to say so

yet

But thou shalt have-and creep time ne'er fo flow,
Yet it fhall come for me to do thee good.

I had a thing to fay--but let it go;

The fun is in the heav'n; and the proud day,
Attended with the pleasures of the world,
Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds,
To give me audience. If the midnight-bell
Did with his iron-tongue and brazen mouth
Sound one into the drowsy race of night

If this fame were a church-yard where we ftand,
And thou poffeffed with a thousand wrongs;
Or if that furly fpirit Melancholy

Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy thick,
Which elfe runs tickling up and down the veins,
Making that idiot Laughter keep men's eyes,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,
(A paffion hateful to my purposes ;)

Or if that thou couldst fee me without eyes,

Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, ufing conceit alone,
Without eyes, ears, and harmful found of words;
Then, in despite of broad-ey'd watchful day,
I would into thy bofom pour my thoughts.
But ah, I will not-Yet I love thee well;
And, by my troth, I think thou lov'ft me well.

Hubert. So well, that what you bid me undertake,
Though that my death were adjunct to my act,
By Heav'n I'd do't.

K. John. Do not I know thou wouldst?
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye

On

On yon young boy. I'll tell thee what, my friend;
He is a very ferpent in my way.

And, wherefoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
He lies before me. Doft thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper.

King John, A 111. Sc. 5.

As things are beft illuftrated by their contraries, I proceed to faulty sentiments, difdaining to be indebted for examples to any but the moft approved authors. The firft clafs fhall confift of fentiments that accord not with the paffion; or, in other words, fentiments that the paffion does not naturally fuggeft. In the fecond clafs, fhall be ranged fentiments that may belong to an ordinary paffion, but unfuitable to it as tinctured by a fingular character. Thoughts that properly are not fentiments, but rather descriptions, make a third. Sentiments that belong to the paffion reprefented, but are faulty as being introduced too early or too late, make a fourth. Vicious fentiments expofed in their native drefs, instead of being concealed or difguised, make a fifth. And in the laft clafs, fhall be collected fentiments fuited to no character nor paffion, and therefore unnatural.

The first class contains faulty fentiments of various kinds, which I fhall endeavour to distinguish from each other; beginning with fentiments that are faulty by being above the tone of the paffion: Othello.

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Othello.

-O my foul's joy!

If after every tempeft come fuch calms,

May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! And let the labouring bark climb hills of feas Olympus high, and duck again as low

As hell's from heaven.

Othello, At 11. Sc. 6.

This fentiment may be suggested by violent and inflamed paffion, but is not fuited to the calm fatisfaction that one feels upon escaping danger.

Philafter. Place me, fome god, úpon a pyramid
Higher than hills of earth, and lend a voice
Loud as your thunder to me, that from thence
I may discourse to all the under-world

The worth that dwells in him.

Second.

Philafter of Beaumont and Fletcher, A&t iv.

Sentiments below the tone of the paffion. Ptolemy, by putting Pompey to death, having incurred the displeasure of Cæfar, was in the utmost dread of being dethroned: in that agitating fituation, Corneille makes him utter a fpeech full of cool reflection, that is in no degree expreffive of the paffion.

Ah! fi je t'avois crû. je n'aurois pas de maitre,
Je ferois dans le trône où le Ciel m'a fait naître ;
Mais c'eft une imprudence affez commune aux rois,
D'écouter trop d'avis, et fe tromper aux choix.
Le Deitin les aveugle au bord du précipice,
Où fi quelque lumiere en leur ame fe gliffe,

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