v^ < 
 
 ^ -^^ 
 
 L 
 
 T H^*-^' 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE 
 
 3fn Cf)ree lafcts. 
 
 WITH 
 
 BURLESQUE NOTES, 
 
 IN THE MANNER OF 
 
 THE MOST CELEBRATED COMMENTATORS; 
 
 AND OTHER 
 
 CURIOUS APPENDICES. 
 
 Wife, come to life ; forgive ^vhat your black lover did ; 
 Spit the feathers from your mouth, and munch roast beef: 
 lago, he may go and be tossed in the coverlid, 
 'i'hat smother'd you because you pawnM my handkerchief. 
 
 Rejected Addresses. 
 
 LONDON 
 
 PRINTED FOR J. J. STOCKDALB, 
 
 41 5 PALL MALL. 
 
 1813. 
 
Vigurs, Printer, U, York Street, 
 CGvent Garden. 
 
ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 1 [IE following pages were written, currente calamo^ 
 principally to occupy a Tew hours, when leisure iVoin 
 matters of a more serious nature, enabled the Author 
 to indulge in a relaxation of mind, and to abstract 
 himself from the consideration of business incessant 
 and wearisome. It gratified a few friends, and, trusting 
 that it may afford a few minutes' amusement to any 
 lover of the Drama, the author humbly submits it to 
 the perusal of the public. He will not apologize to the 
 {heatrical world for travestizing this tragedy. There is a 
 precedent for his attempt, and indeed the arguments 
 advanced in apology for publishing "Hamlet-Travestie'*' 
 are sufHciently capable of refuting any objection which 
 may be started by cavillers on this head. There lives 
 not one who entertains a stronger feeling of veneration 
 for Sliakspeare than the^ humble individual who pens 
 these lines; if it were needed, however, to adduce fur- 
 ther excuses for this outrage on the feelings of black- 
 letter literati, many can be advanced from a late num- 
 ber of " The Reflector" from the pen of a vvriter of 
 sierline; talent, and abilities, as a critic, unrivalled. 
 
4 ADVERTISEMENT, 
 
 I own that my ^^ compunctious visitings" of con- 
 science,in the regard of the respect due to literature and 
 our Bard, are not a little soothed bv the reflection that 
 not only a living dramatist, but a famed poet and con- 
 temporary of Swift and Pope, &c. have severally bur- 
 lesqued the striking pecuharities and excellences of 
 Shakspeare. The author of the Critic, with his 
 
 ^i nityyl" he would have added,'' and even Gay in 
 
 his quarrel between Peachum and Lockit, had traves- 
 tied the dying words of Hotspur, and the ahercation 
 between two no less personages than Brutus and Cas- 
 sius.f 
 
 In the present rage for /Jip/?o-Dramas, (unde deriva- 
 tur?) and whilst the formation of theatres remains so 
 ill-judged as it is, no play of merit can be performed 
 to the satisfaction of a delicately accurate and discern- 
 ing mil^. To travestie works, therefore, which can 
 alone be duly appreciated by private and patient peru* 
 sal, cannot be deemed very culpable. The motions of 
 the heavenly bodies have not been ridiculed into insig- 
 nificance, by the poor imitation of an Orrery. 
 
 The senatie scene, Oihello dressed in the fashion of 
 the 17th century, that classical "era" in the theatrical 
 world, before a Kemble J taught the stage what charms 
 
 » Vide the Critic, Act iii. ; and Henry IV. Part i. Act v, 
 
 + Vide Swiff s letter to Gay, 2Tth November 1127, in the edition 
 
 of Swift's Works and Correspondence, edited by Niehols, J 803, 
 
 Vol. xvii. p. 162. 
 
 J The engravings prefixed to the editions of Shakspeare pub^ 
 
ADVERTISEMENT. O 
 
 are possessed by propriety of costume, would furnish 
 an excellent subject for tlie pencil of a Hogarth. 
 
 Ibef. 
 
 lished about the coalmen cement «f the 17lh century, prove how 
 powerfully the costume of the then actors tended to destroy ihe 
 illusion of the scene ; Lear, for instance, in a stifi^'ourt dress, (as 
 arc also Kent and the Fool,) beseeches the wind to " sii)ge," not\ 
 his "v.hile iiead," but *' wig" suificient for a bench of bishops! 
 That the great Garrick was indolent in effecting so desirable a 
 reform (and what is like reform /) in dress, may be gathered from 
 the following observations of writers on subjects connected imme- 
 diately wilh the Drama. 
 
 Speaking of Stephens, an actor in Rich's time, in PolydorCy - 
 DAviEssays: — The ladies were more especially displeased with 
 such a representation of a young gay libertine" (Stephens was 
 aged, bulky, and awkward) *' dressed in a large full-bottomed 
 wig, and, I believe, RED-stockiugs." — Davies, Dram. Mis. 
 
 Of Garrick's Hotspur, the same writer says: *' His dress was 
 objected to ; a laced frock, and a ramilie wig, were thought too 
 insipujicant for the character." 
 
 Again of Garriclt : — " I remember," says Lee Lewes in his Life, 
 ** that great stickler for propriety, Mr. Garrick, in the scene fol- 
 lowing that in which he is chosen king, in Macbeth, came on the 
 stage wiUi a wig as large as any worn now by the gravest barons 
 ©f our Exchequer 1" Ohe ! jam satis est ! 
 
OTHELLO - TRAVESTIK 
 
 ACT L 
 
 Scene I. — A Street. 
 
 Enter Roderigo and lago. 
 
 Roderigo. 
 Come, no palavering ; — it's mighty proper 
 In you who've left me not a single copper ! (r/) 
 
 lago, 
 Death'an'ounds, listen; it was all unknown t'l ! 
 
 Roderigo, 
 You said you wish'd old Nick had him ! 
 
 lago. 
 
 And do'nt I ? 
 
 Song — logo. fTune: ^^ The three jolly pigeons.'* J 
 
 " To make me his first aid-du-carap, 
 
 Three aldermen oft scraped and bowled to him ; 
 And I know I say nothing that's wrong, 
 
 I'm the best of the many that crowd to him : 
 Cries he, with a pufF and a strut^ — 
 
 " Already I've made my decision," 
 And what was he, pray guess — • nothing but 
 
 A mere teacher of sums in division ! 
 
 Toll de roll, &c. 
 
OTHELLO-THAVESTIE. 
 
 Yes ! — this scraper of little.boys' slates, — 
 
 This splitter of pens and of fractions. 
 Is preferr'd to myself, curse the fates, 
 
 Who at Rhodes and elsewhere saw such actions ! 
 We owe it to doings like these, 
 
 That regiments can in disorder be ; 
 So while Cassio does what he may please, 
 
 I'm his black-a-moor worship's poor Orderly !'' 
 
 Toll de roll, kc. 
 
 Iago» 
 Now are you easy ? 
 
 Roderigo. 
 Why not cut your stick ? (b) 
 
 I a go. 
 First let me play the chap some dev'lish trick ; 
 For love of him a foot I vfould'nt budge; 
 
 1 wish the dcTil had him, Ileav'n's my judge ! 
 When what I think I say, expect soon after 
 To find me dangling from some garret-rafter ; — 
 My heart Pil fix a mark for kicks and knocks. 
 Just as the link-boys fling at shrove-tide cocks. 
 
 Roderigo. 
 How shall we do Tiim ? 
 
 lago. 
 This way; — neither sob nor cry ;— 
 I'll rouse her dad. 
 
 Roderigo. 
 I'll screech out. 
 
 lago. 
 
 Murder ! 
 
OTHELLO-TEAVESTIE. 
 
 Roderigo. 
 
 Robbery ! 
 
 Duet — lago and Roderigo. 
 (Tune: '' Dear Kathkeriy you no doubt'' J 
 
 ^' Brabantio, you no doubt 
 Find sleep is most composing ; 
 But very soon you'll find out 
 You're wrong in always dozing. 
 Brabantio ! 
 Awake ! what bo ! 
 Arouse^ and up your servants rap ! 
 Your daughter's fobb'd I 
 Your house is robb'd ! 
 (Brabantio comes to the window,) 
 Good morrow to your night-cap!" 
 Brabantio. 
 You drunken blackguards, dare you thus be breaking 
 The solemn snore a senator is taking ? 
 
 Duct resumed. 
 ^' You'll have a beauteous son-in-law^— 
 A duskj-skinn'd Adonis ; 
 Your grand-sons shall discreetly paw, 
 And neigh your nephew-ponies; 
 
 This very night, 
 
 An anti-white 
 Your only daughter's chanc'd t'entrap — 
 
 Nor waits to say, 
 
 At break of day, 
 Good morrow to your night-cap !" 
 
10 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 Brabafitio, 
 G od help you both, if you have told a lie. (retires.) 
 
 IdgOy to Roderigo, 
 Answer him, you, I'd better not be by ; 
 Conduct him to the sagittary. [_Exit. 
 
 Roderigo, looking after him. 
 Shy ! 
 Brabantio returns. 
 Brabairtio. 
 Too true it is to put it in a ballad. 
 You saw her ? 
 
 Roderigo. 
 Aye, 
 
 (Brabantio, 
 And what you've said is •— 
 Roderigo. 
 
 Val'id. 
 Brabantio. 
 Lost, then, my daughter is, and lost my riches ! 
 
 Tis dark — how shall I find 
 
 Roderigo. 
 
 Find what? 
 Brabantio.. 
 
 My breeches, (c) 
 Roderigo. 
 Come, tumble out; I'll not stay here all night. 
 
 Enter Brabantio and Servant.^. 
 Brabantio, 
 Watch !--^ 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVEhTIE, 11 
 
 Rodcrlgo, 
 Watch I 
 
 Br ah ant 10. 
 
 The damn'd black thief, — 
 
 Roderigo. 
 
 We'll bring to light. 
 [^Exeunt, 
 
 Scene II. — Another Street. 
 
 Enter Othello^ logo, and Attendants. 
 
 I ago. 
 In a good row, its fair enough to mill him ; 
 But 'tis not proper unawares to kill him. 
 
 Othello. 
 All's right and tight. 
 
 lago. 
 But if you'd heard him call [mawl : 
 
 You '' Snozio-balV^ and '' JF/i^^/./r/ce," 'faith his nose you'd 
 But is the job done well ? if not, lie'll force you 
 To pay the parish, or. perhaps, divorce you ! 
 
 Othello. 
 He to the d-T-1 ! — parish !• — I defy him ; 
 The Aldermen respect me ; — let him try 'em : 
 One of the Sheriffs is my near relation. 
 But, by the lord, I wou'd'nt change my station, 
 So to be pestered with a giggling wife, 
 But that I love the hussey, 'pon my life ! 
 
 lago. 
 Stop ! here's her father^ and the watch^ my lord ! 
 
12 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 Enter Brahantio^ Roderigo, icith Officers. They draw 
 on both sides. 
 
 Othello, to Brahaiitio. 
 Produce your warrant, and put up your sword. 
 
 Brahantio. 
 O you black thief ! where have you hid my daughter ? 
 Damn'd as thou art, to whose house have you brought her ? 
 Where are your love-powders ? how dare you use 'em 
 To coax ray Desdy to your sooty bosom ! 
 Floor him, you dogs ! [to Oncers,'] 
 
 Othello. 
 By Heav'n, you'd better not ! 
 'Tis n't a wrong sow by the ear you've got. 
 
 Brahantio. 
 Before the Duke the smutty villain drag ! 
 
 Othello, to Brahantio. 
 The Duke has sent for you yourself, you gag ! 
 
 {Exeunt omnes. 
 
 Scene III. — A Council-Chamber. 
 (The Duke and Senators sitting in CounciLJ 
 
 Enter Brahantio in his night-cap, Othello, lago. Rode- 
 rigo, and Officers. 
 
 Duke, to Othello. 
 So, Gen'ral, here's a precious piece of work ! 
 We're to b'invaded by this gallows-Turk ! 
 Against him you must lead an expedition : 
 Odds' bobbs, what makes you in that que6r condition ? 
 
 [to Brahantio. 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 13 
 
 Brahantio, 
 Don't take it, Duke, into your sapient noddle. 
 The gen'ral good has made me hither waddle j — 
 My daughter, oh ! my daughter ! 
 
 Duke. 
 
 What's amiss? 
 First Senator. 
 Is she sick ? 
 
 Second Senator. 
 Dying? 
 
 Third Senator. 
 Dead? 
 Fourth Senator. 
 Ruin'd ? 
 Brahantio. 
 
 Yes ! 
 To this black devil do I owe my thanks. 
 Who, with some cursed drugs of mountebanks, 
 (How else ?) the ugly thief, has from me stole her ! 
 
 Duke, to Othello. 
 What can you say ? 'gad's 'buds', you've rais'd my choler ! 
 
 Song — Othello, (Tune : " BoiOy woio, loowy^ or, " Date 
 Obolum:'J 
 
 Your worships, vpise and wonderful, this rum old codger's 
 daughter [brought her; 
 
 'Tis true I've spliced ; but 'pon my oath,'to shame I hav'nt 
 And as I can't palaver you, or garnish words with mummery, 
 rll tell the truth, avoiding ev'ry kind of gag and flummery. 
 
 Bow, wow, wow* 
 
 B 
 
14 OTHELLO-TllAVESTIE. 
 
 To take pot-luck I often by her father was invited, — • 
 My " parentage" and *' education" always I recited; [story, 
 
 From the moment when I first was hreech'd, he made me tell my 
 To the instant when his claret I was swigging in my glory. 
 
 Bow, wow, wow. 
 
 I told him how 1 hanging miss'd, and yet was saved from drowning, 
 And quizz'd him 'bout my other'scapes, until I set him frowning ; 
 How often I was pressed, released, so well I then codW wheedle; 
 How the '* d-v-l's punch-bowl" I had seen, and Cleopatra's needle ! 
 
 Bow, wow, wow. 
 
 How collieries at Newcastle I'd seen, and did'nt falter; 
 A donkey-race at Brighton, and the rock of Gibraltar; 
 Of folks who griskens made of one another, chops, and rashers ; 
 Of gem'men wearing heads like cliapeau-hras^ and such like 
 dashers ! Bow, wow, wow. 
 
 At hearing this, how Desdemona's wond'ring eyes would glisten ! 
 And soon as she'd lock'd up the tea-things, back she'd come to 
 
 listen ; 
 Which I perceiving, ran it o'er, without her once replying. 
 And so raov'd her, that by pail-fuils, by the pow'rs, she was 
 
 crying! Bow, wow, wow. 
 
 She blew her nose, and sigh'd, — and then my story I'd renew 
 again; <-- [blew again : 
 
 She said *' 'twas Moll and Colly," sigh'd, and then her nose she 
 
 And sobb'd out — " 'Pon my life, my lad, your manner's so trans- 
 porting, [acourting." 
 
 >* Afiy friend of your's who brings your tongue, may come to me 
 
 Bow, wow, wow. 
 
 Unto a horse that's blind, they say, a nod is quite sufficient ; 
 And sc on I prov'd that than my eye my tongue was more deficient: 
 Whate er now, your worships say, I'm willing quite to bow to it ; 
 And here's herself !— If false I've spoke, let her shew the where 
 and how to it. Bow, wow, wow. 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 15 
 
 Enter Desdemonay ^c. 
 
 Duke. 
 I thiukj this tale would win my daughter too. 
 
 Brahantio, 
 I'll bet a dollar he's not told you true. 
 Come here, you slut ; don't you know white from black ? 
 
 Desdemona, 
 You bought respect from me by many a whack ; 
 But as mama loved/you before her grand-fatlier. 
 So do I better love than you, my husband, father. 
 
 Brahantio. 
 I'm answer'd : henceforth be this truism known : 
 Better get others' children than your own, 
 
 Duke, 
 That's clinch'd: and now, my boy, to go be ready. 
 r (To Othello.) 
 
 Othello. 
 'Please you, a house, and servants for my lady. 
 
 Duke. 
 With all my heart : — her father's house is nigh. 
 
 Brabantio. 
 Damme if she goes there. 
 
 Desdemona. 
 Not I. 
 Othdlo. 
 
 Nor I. 
 
16 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 Song — Desdemona. 
 f Tune : The Black Joke. J 
 
 ''' AlaSj niig^ty Duke, will you thus let him go ? 
 What comfort shall I from my wedding e'er know. 
 
 If he courts me to leave me, and marries to fight ! 
 Tho' he's black in the muzzle, I know his heart's fair: 
 A pleasanter husband lives not, I declare ; 
 And if thus, from his Desdy, he flies in an hour, 
 Like a moth, my poor wedding-clothes I may devour: 
 
 If you sail off without me, you'll kill me outright !" 
 
 fTo Othello. J 
 
 Othello. 
 Pray let her have her way, ye wags in ermine ! 
 
 Duke. 
 Be it as you shall privately determine. 
 
 Brabantioy to Othello. 
 Think you a mighty precious piece of luck hold you ? 
 Upon my soul I think and hope she'll cuckold you. 
 
 [_Exeunt Duke and Senators, 
 Othello, to lag'o. 
 Follow me with my Desdy, good lago. 
 As to your wife, along with her she may go. 
 
 [Exeunt Othello and Desdemona* 
 Roderigo, to lago. 
 I'll go and quench my passion in the river ! 
 
 lago. 
 From such an ass, good heav'n, me sooil deliver ! 
 Would you enjoy her, lad, smile, laugh, look fanny : 
 And in your purse, you happy dog, put money. 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 17 
 
 With such sick nonsense pr'ythee don*t besiege me; 
 Cornute him, please yourself, and you'll oblige me. ' 
 
 Go home to bed ; get up a money-maker, 
 
 Roderigo. 
 Damme, I'll sell and mortgage ev'ry acre. [ExfV Rode?igo. 
 
 Song — I ago. 
 fTune: " Major Macpherson heav'd a sigh'' J 
 
 I hav'nt left a shiner in that booby's purse, 
 
 Fol de rol de rol de ri. 
 And now I'll think of doing something worse, 
 
 Fol de rol de rol de ri. 
 It's rumoured that the Moor has cornuted me, — 
 
 Whack fol de rol. 
 And now to make the Moor the cuckolded, 
 
 Fol de rol de ri. 
 A handsome man is Cassio ; if in disgrace, 
 
 Fol de rol de ri. 
 By cuck elding the Moor, I'll get his place, 
 
 Fol de rol de ri. 
 The Moor can be led by the nose like an ass ; 
 
 Whack fol de rol. 
 The next Act shall bring what I've thought on to pass. 
 
 Tol de rol de ri. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 End of the First Act 
 
 B 3 
 
18 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 Scene I. — The Capital of Cyprus. 
 
 CassiOy ^c, meeting Desdemonay^milia^ and lago and 
 Roderigo. 
 
 Cassia^ to Desdemona. 
 These gents and I, ma'am, are in duty bound t'ye ; 
 Good Irrk t'ye before, behind, around ye. 
 
 l)esdemona. 
 I :',?nk you much • but tell me, where' s my rib ? 
 
 Cassio, 
 It blew so hard, his hoy has lost a jib. 
 I'll kiss lago's wife^to shew my breeding. (Kisses JEmilia,) 
 
 lago. 
 And welcome. 
 
 Emilia. 
 At such things you'd ne'er be heeding. 
 
 (Drums^ trumpets^ S:c») 
 Here comes the General ! 
 
 Desde77io?ia. 
 The darling fellow ! 
 
 Enter Othello and Attendants, 
 
 OthellOy to Desdemona. 
 © mjfair warrior ! 
 
OTHELLO-TPvAVESTIE. 19 
 
 Dcsdemona, 
 O my black Otiiello ! (The^ kiss,) 
 
 SoKG — Othello, fTune: '^Love's young dream,'' from 
 '' Irish Melodies;' No. 4. J 
 
 " Oh, if joys like these I'd ever knoTr^ 
 
 The storm once past, — 
 Olympus-hii^li tho' ships would go^ 
 Who'd feel down-cast ? 
 
 Tho' drear the sky. 
 
 Blow low, blow high, 
 I'd scorn the tempest's whack. 
 
 To know the bliss 
 
 Of Desdy^s kiss, 
 And each dear smack, — 
 
 The sweets to sip 
 
 From Desdy's lip, 
 Again come back 1" 
 
 Othello, 
 Let these our greatest discords be, I h^g, (kissing Desdemona,) 
 
 lago, (aside,) 
 Tho' you're well tuned, I'll let you down a peg. 
 
 Othello, 
 Fine fun, my boys ! we've peace : the Turks are drown'd ! 
 Honey, you're welcome, (to Desdemona :) lads, shake hands 
 
 all round; 
 Look sharp, lago, to my saddle-bags : 
 Come, Desdemona, sweet : God bless you, wags. 
 
 \_Exeunt Olhello and Desdemona, 
 lago. 
 Rod'rigo, if you'll aid me in new tricking. 
 You're a made man : — -do j^ou dislike a kicking ? 
 
20 OTHELLC-TRAVpSTIE, 
 
 Roderigo. 
 If the time suits, and proper opportunity. 
 
 lago, 
 ProTok'd, a man may kick you with impunity. 
 I've glorious news for you. 
 
 Roderigo. 
 
 A kicking? 
 logo. 
 
 Whisper — 
 Cassio's adored by your beloved lisper ! 
 
 Roderigo. 
 Lovehim, and laugh at me ! — why, man, you're raving ! 
 
 lago. 
 Is shaking hands with him correct-behaving ? 
 
 Roderigo. 
 Merely good manners. 
 
 lago. 
 Ah, I say, all's one : 
 Shaking of hands ends always in crim.con ; 
 Cassio's so passionate, that if you tell him 
 lie does not know his right from'sleft^ you'll swell him. 
 Haply he'll kick you. 
 
 Roderigo. 
 Well? 
 lago. 
 
 There's then a dust: 
 He'll be cashier'd^ and there succeed you must. 
 Pluck up your spirits ; be alive, you dog : 
 Ere you arrive; I'll doctor him with grog. 
 
 [^Exeunt* 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 21 
 
 Scene II. 
 The Guahd-Room before the Castle. 
 
 Enter Othello ^ Cassio, &;c. 
 
 Othello. 
 Mind the guard, Mick ; be taught that proper stop^ 
 On duty, ne'er to take too much a drop, 
 
 Cassio» 
 I'll mind my eye. 
 
 Othello. 
 Good night. 
 
 Cassio. 
 
 Un bon repos. 
 l^Exit Othello and Attendants^ 
 
 Enter I ago 
 
 WelcomCj lago, — come to'th' guard-house. 
 
 lago. 
 
 No. 
 The Gen'ral knows things too well to sit up ; 
 So let's of flip, my hearty, take a stoop. 
 ^Faith, than the General better off is no man ; 
 She's pretty ! 
 
 Cassio. 
 Faithj a devilish fine woman. 
 lago. 
 Come, come ; some wags would toast the Black Othello. 
 ' Cassio. 
 
 I've crack'd one bottle, and I'm more than mellow; 
 Instead of toping, would 'twere quite the go, 
 Some game to play at ; rackets, — cribbage, — loto» 
 
22 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 lago. 
 But on a night like this, how to refuse 'em ? 
 The gallants wish for it. 
 
 Cassio. 
 Here goes to booze 'em. \Exit* 
 
 Song — lago. 
 ( Tune^My spirits are mountings yny heart's full of glee ! ) 
 
 All's rightj if I only can bung that chap's eye; 
 
 Fol de rol. 
 He's so snarlish, we'll have a fine dust by an' bye ; 
 
 Fol de rol. 
 Half the guard have already swill'd many a swig^ 
 And Rod'rigo's as drunk as a distiller's pig I 
 
 Fol de roL 
 
 Enter Cassio^ Montano^ Leonardo^ and others, 
 Cassio, 
 'Fore George^ they're nearly corn'd me. 
 
 lago. 
 
 Waiter!— ho! 
 Bring nips of gin for four. 
 
 Montana. 
 ,Bring me a go. 
 
 Song — lago. (Tune: ^' Willy was a wanton icagT J 
 
 " Come, my boys, and jingle glasses; 
 Bumpers upon bumpers fill ; 
 Groggy get, or 'faith you're asses ; 
 Magnums upon magnums fill." 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 23 
 
 lago. 
 rin toping England Europe glres a thumper. 
 
 Cassio. 
 Here goes our noble General in a bumper. (They drink,) 
 
 Montano. 
 Three times. 
 
 All. 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 y Montano. 
 
 Hip! hip! 
 Cassia^ to lago. 
 Another bleat^ my jolly fellow, tip. 
 
 Song — lago. 
 fTune : '^Heigh'hoy my jockey .'" or '^ Drink to her.'' J 
 
 Have you heard the tale 
 Of good king Andrew's pranks^ 
 Who swill'dthe Hermit's all. 
 And laugh'd at him, as thanks ? 
 His pantaloons were thick, 
 He spanselPd mov'd along ; 
 He flung them o'er his stick, 
 And troird his merry song. 
 
 Tol de rolderol. 
 
 
 Tago. 
 
 Waiter ! more gin ! 
 
 
 
 Cassia. 
 
 
 Why this song flogs the first ! 
 
 
 lago. 
 
 Do you encore it ? 
 
 * 
 
li OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 Cassio, 
 No — he's bad — he's worst. 
 Who likes da-capos! — if he's well-behaved, 
 A coip'ral 'fore his captain won't be saved. 
 None o' your quizzing — come, lads, — let's to business, — < 
 This is my nose — ( holding it) no winks — 1 feel no dizziness. 
 Mercy upon us ! — do'nt keep running round me; 
 If any of you say I'm drunk, confound ye. \_Exit, 
 
 lago. 
 With him might Caesar's self his bravery barter ; 
 
 Montano, 
 But then to drink — 
 
 lago. 
 Alas, he's quite a martyr ! 
 
 Enter Cassio, driving in Roderigo. 
 
 Roderigo, to Cassio. 
 Youhesit me ? that for you ! (snaps hisjifigers;) your hide I'll 
 whack — 
 
 Cassio. 
 By heaven I'll break this bamboo on your back. 
 You rascal ! 
 
 lago, to Roderigo. 
 Quick — " a mutiny " strait cry. \_Exit Roderigo. 
 Montano^ holding Cassio. 
 Death'an'ounds, stop — 
 
 lago. 
 Aye, do, 
 Montano. 
 
 You're drunk! 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. to 
 
 Cassio. 
 
 You lie. 
 
 [^Cassio and Montana box* 
 
 Enter Othello y and Attendants. 
 
 « Othello. 
 
 Hollo! what's this? 
 
 Montano. 
 
 Upon my soul I'm bleeding ! 
 lago. 
 Gentlemen ! stop ! you'd best my words be heeding — 
 Cassio — be quiet,— *do — that's a gay fellow ; 
 O blood and guts ! see here's himself! Othello ! 
 
 Othello. 
 Why what the devil makes this precious brawling ? 
 As if a thousand cats were catta-wawling ! 
 Are we turn'd Turks, that each with t'other fights, 
 As if the worser half were Ottomites ? 
 Lay down your sticks — and stop that dust-man's bell — 
 You've made the Citadel a little hell ! 
 
 lago. 
 Devil mend Cassio — men should act well, preach less. 
 
 Othello^ to Cassio, 
 What ails you, Mick ? 
 
 Cassio^ hiccuping. 
 Oh, ask about — I'm speechless, {d) 
 Othello^ to Montano. 
 Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil, — 
 'Zounds what has made you thus so play the d.v-1 ? 
 
 c 
 
/28 othello-thavestie. 
 
 Montano. 
 I scarce can bob a word, so bad's my case^ sir: 
 I only fibb'd him hard for ev'ry facer. 
 
 Othello. 
 I'm waxing angry ! — budge not, on your peril ! 
 Say — who began this? — -speak — and never fear ill. 
 Tho' he's my own twin-brother that did do it, 
 I'll make the sooty scoundrel sorely rue it. 
 Such dusts to kick up in a town of war ! 
 lago — ^tell at once — ^j^ou'd better, far : 
 Speak up, and audibly — though, by mj oath, 
 You seem as frightened out of a year's growth. 
 
 Montano^ to lago. 
 If you speak false, in toast I'll ne^r brimmer you. 
 
 lago, 
 I would'nt tell a lie for either him or you. 
 
 Song — lago. 
 fTune : " The night before Larry icas stretchecV^ J 
 
 Montano and I b'ing in chat, 
 
 A lad runs in bawling, '" he'll kill me !'' 
 
 Then Cassio roars, blind as a bat, 
 
 ^^ By the powers, my jockey, I'll mill ye ;" — 
 
 Montano says '^put down your stick," 
 
 While I was French^leave quickly taking, 
 
 The other chap wishing to lick, 
 
 Lest yourself and your wife he'd be 'waking. 
 
 Tol lol de rol de rol. 
 
 But the fellow ran faster than I, 
 
 So, tho' tired and quite out of breath, 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 27 
 
 Back I came, and 'twas well I was bye. 
 Or, egad, Pd been in at the death ! 
 By th' powers, I ne'er saw such a sight ! 
 Montano was knock'd in a stupor ; 
 And Cassio, the quickest in fight. 
 Rapping oaths out as big as a trooper ! 
 
 Tol lol de rol de roL 
 
 This is all that I know of the matterj — 
 Bu^^membcr each man was a sot : 
 Tho' Cassio caused such a curs'd clatter, 
 I'll be bail, he a kicking first got; 
 For this I can safely say for him, 
 Tho' it cost me a stretch of my throttle^ 
 Not a justice of peace or the quorum 
 Swears less, or loves better a bottle." 
 
 Fol lol de rol de roL 
 
 Othello^ to lago. 
 " I owe you one :" — Muzz'd Mick, this moment set off ! — • 
 
 [To Cassio, 
 Cassio. 
 So ! — tho' discharged^ I can't, it seems, be let off ! 
 
 lago^ to Cassio, 
 Sure as a gun^ since best men thus attack'd are. 
 We'll splice the smash, (e) 
 
 Cassio. 
 tVho^il splice my smash'd (f) carakter ? (|) 
 
^8 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE, 
 
 Enter Desdemona^ with chamber-lights and chamber" 
 
 maids. 
 
 Othello. 
 
 My duck ! — my Desdy ! — ^sblood ! you well may weep^ 
 
 Thus to be bother'd out of your first sleep ! (h) 
 
 [^Exeunt Othello and Desdemona. 
 
 lago, to Cassio. 
 
 Fretting wo'nt doj tho' set your eyes on sticks ^jsbtTi) 
 
 Shew pluck ! 
 
 Cassio. 
 Curse gin ! 
 
 lago. 
 
 He'll yet forgive you. 
 
 Cassio. 
 
 Vis. 
 
 \Exennt omnes. 
 
 End of the Second Act. 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE* CJJ 
 
 ACT IIL 
 
 Scene I. — Room in the Castle, . 
 
 Enter Desdemona and jEmilia^ loith CassiOi 
 
 Desdemona, 
 Indeed, good Cassio, you've no cause to fret ; 
 In office, 'pon my honor, you'll be yet. 
 
 Cassia. . 
 Aye, ma'am ; — but out of sight i» out of mind : 
 ^' Eaten bread's soon forgot" you'll always find. . 
 
 Desdemona. 
 If of his cruelty he don't repent him^ . 
 Leare me alone to worrit and torment him. 
 Unless he pardons you for what's amiss, 
 His Desdy nerer more the rogue shall kiss. 
 
 Mmiiia. 
 Ma'am^ here's tha General. 
 
 Cassio. 
 
 I'll cut my stick, . 
 Desdemonao 
 Oh, stop ! 
 
 Cassio. 
 I can't; I'm suddenly ta'en sick* 
 € 3 
 
v30 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 Enter Othello and lago. 
 Desdemona, 
 Do as you like, (to Cassio^ who goes.) 
 
 lago loliistles, 
 Othello. 
 Whvj^vliat'sthat? 
 lago. 
 Nothing;— a trick I have: — (I smell a rat !) \_aside, 
 
 Desdemona. 
 My duck !— 
 
 Othello. 
 Well, darling !— 
 
 Desdemona. 
 
 Poor lieutenant Cassio, 
 Who'd die for you, or never honest face I know, — 
 Take him again ! 
 
 Othello. 
 Not now, — 
 
 Desdemona. 
 
 But soon ? 
 Othello. 
 
 I doubt. 
 Desdemona. 
 Ask him to dine to-morrow ? 
 
 Othello. 
 
 I dine out. 
 
 Song — Desdemona. (Tune: '^ ponder well !^^ J 
 
 '' Oh, think how oft poor Cassio came 
 With you to me a-suing ! 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 31 
 
 He blew the bellows to the flame, 
 Which you had lit by wooing !" 
 
 Othello. 
 I can't refuse her ! 
 
 Desdemona. 
 Shall he come, then ? 
 Othello. 
 
 Yes: 
 Now haTe the goodness to get out of this. 
 
 Desdemona. 
 Be what you will, I'll ever be your humble. 
 
 \_Exeunt Desdemona and jEmilia. 
 Othello. 
 The coaxing rogue! — Old Chaos first must crumble 
 To smithereens (k) the world, when I don't lore her ! 
 
 lago. 
 Did you to Mick, my lord, your match discoyer ? 
 
 Othello. 
 Aye, all along. 
 
 lago. 
 'Gads 'buds! 
 
 Othello. 
 What ? 
 lago. 
 
 Who'd have thought it ! 
 Othello. 
 He fee'd the Parson. 
 
 lago. 
 
 He? 
 
32 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 Othello, 
 
 The ring, he bought it, 
 lago. 
 Bought it I 
 
 Othello. 
 Aje ! Cassio ! 
 
 Cassio ! 
 / Othello. 
 
 Cassio : — 'Zounds I 
 Some cursed fiend your noddle sure confounds ! 
 Awhile agOj when Mick retired disniissaPd, 
 You cried^ '^ I smeli a rat,'* — look'd grave, and whistled ! 
 When to a point our niatch^ 1 said, he bought it^ 
 And gave the ring, — ycu echoed me, "• he bought it V^ 
 Speak out ! 
 
 lago. 
 You know, m J lord, I ne'er deceiv'd you :~ 
 Othello. 
 I hope so, for I ever have beliey'd you. 
 You think before you speak ;— your frowns are hideous : 
 Explain. 
 
 lago. 
 I'll nothing say that seems invidious ; 
 I'll speak to my belief: — ' Mick's mind is tolerable : 
 
 Othello. 
 Why, that's my sentiment. 
 
 lago. 
 
 I think, at ball or table 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 33 
 
 He's fair enough. 
 
 Othello. 
 Enough ? Oh, blood, be candid ! 
 Say what you think ! 
 
 lago. 
 My lord, that never man did. 
 Othello. 
 So, tho' you'd know me quizz'd, you'd neier blab it ? 
 
 lago. 
 Be easy: speaking out's a curs'd bad habit. 
 
 Song — lago. (Tune: " Lillibullero.'' J 
 
 ^' Our soul's dearest jewel, my lord, is good name,— 
 
 Millions of money compared to it's trash : 
 
 The pick.pocket almost is void of all blame. 
 
 Who steals from me time-serring ey'ry man's caih :— 
 
 'Tis his, 'twas mine, 
 
 'Twill yet be thine; 
 'Tis common as charity.change in a church ; — 
 
 But my character robb'd! — 
 
 Tho' but little is fobb'd 
 For the libelling foot-pad, I'm left in the lurch !'' 
 
 Othello. 
 Ha!— 
 
 Song — lago. (Tune : ^' Which way shall I turn me?'' J 
 
 " O shun, dearest sir, being jealous, I pray! — 
 
 The curs'd green-ey'd monster, nought fellows, I say :— 
 
 Tho' we cuckolded be, 
 
 'Tis a pleasure to see,-— 
 
34 OTHELLO-TKAVESTIE. 
 
 But cornuted to love, — is the devil to pay ! 
 Boating, and doubting, yet still loYing on, 
 Is the quicquid jwst osculu sweet of crim-con V^ 
 
 Othello. 
 Why, do you think I'd leare a life delicious. 
 And not a moment know, but one suspicious ? 
 I'll not be jealous, tlio' my wife loves clack,(/) 
 Sings a good song, and married me, tho' black : — 
 No : — first the crim-con. truth I must discover, 
 And then, or jealousy or love is over ! 
 
 lago. 
 I wish you joy : — at vrords no more I'll stickle 2 
 I'm either blind, or, with Mick, Desdy's fickle. 
 The worst I've seen not, jet I'll not dispute it. 
 That if you don't look sharp, you'll be cornuted. 
 
 Othello* 
 Damnation ! 
 
 lago. 
 She, that could so hoax her father, 
 He thought she was bewitched ! 
 
 Othello. 
 
 'Twas roguery rather. 
 
 I'm much obliged to you; 
 
 lago. 
 
 You're vex'd ! 
 Othello. 
 
 Vex'd ! — pooh ! 
 Yet I can't think but— Desdemona's true ! 
 
 lago. 
 Long life to her, and long live you to think so I 
 
•THELLO-THATESTIE, 35 
 
 Othello. 
 But then so clear-sighted a man to blink so ! 
 
 lago. 
 Besiden, when handsorfte whites she from her chaced, 
 And married you^ she shew'd a damn'd odd taste ! 
 
 Othello. 
 Right. — Pray, look sharp; — and now, farewell — good b'yc. 
 
 lago. 
 Don't forgive Ca^sio yet : 'twill Desdj try; 
 If she seems anxious — 
 
 Othello. 
 Good : — I'll mind my eye, [_Exit lag^ 
 If what he says be true, tho' breaks my heart, 
 Desdy, my darling, you aud I must part : 
 Oh, better far to seiTe with stones a pavior, 
 Than to be tortured by your wife's behatiour ! [^Exii. 
 
 Scene II. — Another Room, 
 
 Enter lago. 
 
 lago. 
 At last I've got it : — Desdy's such a fool. 
 She walks abroad without a ridicule : 
 And 'faith she'll find it sorely to her cost, 
 That this same handkerchief she's ever lost. 
 
 Enter Othello. 
 
 lago.. 
 Good evening ! 
 
3S OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE, 
 
 Othello. 
 False! 
 
 lago* 
 Poohj pooh ! 
 Othello. 
 
 Get out of this ! 
 Tho' that her lovely lips did Cassio kiss. 
 So that Pd known it not, I'd shed no tear, 
 Nor grudged her smiles to ev'ry pioneer. 
 
 Song — Othello, fTune: " Sally in our Alley. ^^ ) 
 
 O now farewell, my tranquil mind ! 
 
 Farewell, content, for ever ! 
 
 In gay reviews no joys I'll find, — 
 
 A field-day I'll see never ! 
 
 The neighing steed ! — the thrilling fife ! 
 
 The trump, the drum tattooing ! 
 
 No bliss, can give, Othello's life^ 
 
 Since Desdy's foul misdoing ! 
 
 In vain afar shall nobly spread 
 
 The colours proudly waving : 
 
 The feu-de-joie shall wake the dead, 
 
 Ere ray poor sight be braving : — 
 
 Farewell the great artilPry's roar, 
 
 Farewell the gen'ral's ration, — 
 
 Since now, alas, for ever's o'er 
 
 Othello's occupation ! 
 
 lago. 
 
 You're quizzing ! 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 37 
 
 Othello. 
 (Throitling him,) Villain ! guilty proye my wife. 
 All alibis away, or gone's your life ! 
 
 lago. 
 The devil mend me for my b'ing so foolish ! 
 Good morning, sir, since you have got so mulish. 
 
 Othello. 
 Stop : I can scarce believe you'd tell me wrong ! 
 
 lago, 
 I only know I'll henceforth hold my tongue, 
 
 Othello. 
 Prove but the fact, and set my mind at quiet. 
 
 lago. 
 I can't, nor wont, you've kick'd up such a riot ! 
 Desdy and Mick ere this have sown " wild oats," 
 They're not as bad as monkies yet, or goats. 
 If any proof, but letting you quite see it ; 
 The fact, I mean, I'll prove it : eh ? 
 
 Othello. 
 
 So be it. 
 
 Song — lago. (Tune: ** When pe^isive I thought.'* J 
 
 '^ Last night I heard Mick in his bed 
 Cry out, and it troubled me much ; 
 Even more than the pain in my head, 
 Or of tooth* aitche (m) a horrible touch ;— 
 ^ Oh, Desdy ! my duck ! my delight ! 
 Tho' fondly you love me, alack, 
 Oh, how could you jilt your poor white^ 
 And raarry that ilUlooking black V ^[ 
 
38 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 Othello. 
 Thunder and turf !— - 
 
 I ago. 
 But this was in his sleep. 
 Othello. 
 I'll blow his brains out ! 
 
 lago. 
 Pray your temper keep ; 
 A famiiy.handkerchief you gave your wife ? 
 
 Othello. 
 I did. 
 
 lago. 
 Then Cassio's got it^ by my life ! 
 He wiped his whiskers with it this day shaving ! 
 If Desdy gave't, was it correct behaving ? 
 
 Othello. 
 Oh that of lives for cats he had a million^ 
 That I might pound and pulverize the villain ! 
 
 lago. 
 But is this evidence ? — you're in a fury ! 
 
 Othello. 
 Ohj its enough for any special jury ! 
 
 lago. 
 Have patience. 
 
 Othello. 
 Never : — noj by all the powers ! 
 I here swear vengeance ! (kneels.) 
 
 lago. 
 I swear this hand's yours. 
 Othello. 
 Kill Cassio, then, before three days go by. 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIIi, 39 
 
 lag 0. 
 He's dead : you needn't let poor Desdy die ! 
 
 Othello. 
 Curse her, we'll take her off by some expedient. 
 Now ^ow're my aid.du-camp I 
 
 lago. 
 Your most obedient. [^Exeunt. 
 
 Scene III. — A Room. 
 
 Enter Desdemo?ia^ and Emilia. 
 
 Dcsdemona. 
 That figur'd 'kerchief^ with the border round it, 
 Where did I drop it ? 
 
 Emilia. 
 I don't know. 
 Desdemona. 
 
 Confound it,— 
 It's well for me my husband isn't jealous. 
 Or what a handkerchief is worth he'd tell us. 
 
 Emilia, 
 He's here. 
 
 Enter Othello. 
 
 Othello. 
 So, ma'am ; — (a damn'd bad face for quizzing!) 
 Tip me your paw : as hot as loYe it's fizzing ! 
 
40 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 Desdemona. 
 Poohj nonsense ; — come, forgiveness don't deny 
 To Mick. 
 
 Othello, 
 Damnation ! 
 , Desdemona, 
 
 What ? 
 Othello, 
 
 A busy fly 
 Has stung my pupil, 
 
 Desdemona. 
 Me ? 
 
 Othello. 
 
 No — stung my eye. 
 Gire me your handkerchief. 
 
 Desdemona. 
 I can't : — 
 Othello. 
 
 Where is it ? 
 Desdemona. 
 I think I' re left it where 1 paid a visit. 
 
 Song — Othello. (Tune: ^^ Amoret and Philida.^ 
 
 '' That handkerchief, a fortune-teller 
 
 To my mother gave ; 
 
 She said, 'twould make my dad do well, or 
 
 Misbehave : — 
 
 If safe 'twas kept, he'd stay at home, 
 
 And make her his heart's pearl : — 
 
 If lost or giv'n, abroad he'd roam. 
 
 And kiss each girl. 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 41 
 
 She (lying said 5 " you'll hare a wife ; — 
 
 To her this 'kerchief gire ;" 
 
 Soj Desdy, guard it like your life, 
 
 Or dread to live : 
 
 A Sybil 'twas that spun it ; — 
 
 So in vain you'll try to hum me ; 
 
 There's a strawberry mark'd upon it ; 
 
 'Twas dyed in mummy !" 
 
 You're serious? 
 
 Aye. 
 
 The handkerchief ? 
 
 Desdemona. 
 
 Othello. 
 
 Desdemona. 
 I'm sorry for its loss. 
 Othello. 
 
 Desdemona. 
 There now, you're getting cross* 
 Othello. 
 Is't gone ? 
 
 Desdemona. 
 And what^ suppose it even was? 
 Come, come; forgive poor Cassio,; you must, poz. 
 
 Othello. 
 The handkerchief ! 
 
 Desdemona. 
 How ! 
 
 Othello. 
 
 Get along and fetch it* 
 D 3 
 
42 OTHELLO-TRATESTIE. 
 
 Desdemona. 
 You look so angry, 'faith you make me wretclied — 
 ^Come, send for Mick. 
 
 Othello. 
 Damn Mick. 
 Desdemona, 
 
 Ah, don't, I pray. 
 Othello. 
 Go get the handkerchief ! 
 
 Desdemona. 
 
 Poor Mick ! 
 
 Othello. 
 
 Away ! \^Exit. 
 
 Desdemona. 
 Out of their skins his wits have surely ran ! 
 
 Emilia. 
 'Tisn't a year or two shews us a man ! \^Exeuni, 
 
 Scene IV. — ^^A Room. 
 
 Enter Othello^ and lago. 
 
 Othello. 
 A dose of arsenic in her tea I'll put ! 
 
 lago. 
 No : — in her sofa-bed the hussey shut, (n) 
 
 Othello. 
 You're right* I'll bolster up the crim.-con. strumpet. 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 43 
 
 And I'll mind Cassio. 
 
 lago. 
 
 Othello, 
 Aye^ — but mind that trumpet ! 
 
 f Trumpet without. J 
 
 Enter Desdemona and Ludovico, 
 
 Desdemona. 
 Here's Ludovico. 
 
 Othello. 
 Sir^ I'm glad to meet you. 
 Ludovico. 
 The duke and senators of Venice greet you. 
 
 (gives a letter^ twisted.) 
 Othello. 
 Their great despatch I dutifully kiss. 
 
 Ludovico, to Desdemona. 
 How's Cassio, ma'am? 
 
 Desdemona. 
 Indeed some thing's amiss 
 'Twix't my good lord and Mm : you'll make it up. 
 
 Othello. 
 Indeed ! (reads) " Comepost^ siud i/ou'll be home to sup.^^ (o) 
 
 Desdemona. 
 My lord? 
 
 Ludovico. 
 Oh, ma'am, don't mind him ; he's amazed 
 That Mick succeeds him here. 
 
 Desdemona. 
 
 The Lord be praised. 
 
44 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE^ 
 
 Othello. 
 You're glad of it ? 
 
 Desdemona. 
 Why not ? 
 Othello^ f pushing her.) 
 
 The devil burn you ! 
 Liidovico. 
 O fie !-^pray call her back again. 
 
 Othello. 
 
 Return 5 you !— • 
 Ludovico, [aside) to lago. 
 O fie ! to give his lady such a push^ 
 And not to change his colour ! 
 
 lago. 
 No-— nor blush ! 
 Othello. 
 Sifj she can turn andturn^ and jet go on. 
 And weep : — to bed ! — I'll come to you anon : 
 Sir, I'll pack up : — that's ng^t; — don't stop your crying ! 
 Sir, you'll see presently Blue Peter flying. 
 I'll strait resign. Go ; — hire me mules and donkies ! 
 We sup at ten : — you're welcome : — goats and morikies ! 
 
 lExit. 
 LudovicOy to lago. 
 ^Zooks I in the 'Gen'ral I've been much mistaken ! 
 Perhaps the letter did his rage awaken ! — 
 What ! — is he always thus, — his wife so loathing ? 
 
 lago, f after a pause. J 
 Sir, if you follow, you'll know all for nothing. [^Exeunt. 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 45 
 
 Scene V. — ^The Street. 
 
 Enter lago and Roderigo. 
 
 I a go* 
 Here, watch for him behind this cobler's bulk ; 
 Shew pluck. 
 
 Roderigo. 
 Don't fear : I'll batter well his hulk, (retires*) 
 
 lago. 
 Now, whether he kills Mick, or Mick kills him, 
 'Twill serve to put me in some proper trim, 
 A bill of mine's to him this day protested. 
 And, if he lives, I'll surely be arrested : 
 If Mick survives, my roguery he'll discover. 
 And then, with my promotion, all is over. 
 Ah ! here he comes ! (Hides*) 
 
 Enter Cassio, 
 
 Roderigo, fstriJcing him. J 
 Your money, or you're dead ! 
 Cassio. 
 But for my good bang-up the truth you'd said : 
 Take that! (knocks him dozmi.) 
 
 Roderigo. 
 Hollo ! — I'm picking up a rainbow ! 
 Cassio, f struck by lago across the shins. J 
 Murder ! watch ! watch ! 
 
46 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE, 
 
 Roderigo. 
 
 Oh^ never will this pain go ! 
 
 Enter lago, tvith a lanthorn. 
 
 lago. 
 What's all the fun^ that you so loudly cry ? 
 
 Roderigo, 
 I'm kilt ! 
 
 Cassia. 
 The fellow's wing'dj and cannot fly ! — 
 
 Erdcr the Watch, 
 
 lago. 
 Watch^ gag that rascal, there, (to Roderigo,) 
 Roderigo. 
 
 Ohj damn'd lago ! — 
 Cassio. 
 Good folks, oh, for a pottecary pray go I 
 
 Enter Ludovico and Gratiano. 
 
 lago. 
 Here's the Lieutenant floored ! 
 
 Cassio. 
 
 I've cut my shin, 
 
 lago. 
 Bring to the watch-house him. (fo Roderigo^ who is taken oj^,] 
 
GTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 47 
 
 Cassio. 
 
 And help me in. 
 (Gratiano and Ludovico lead him in,) 
 lago. 
 Soy^ihat^s your soit ! — they well may laugh who win ! 
 
 [^Exeunt. 
 
 Scene Last. — A Bedchamber. 
 
 Desdernona asleep^ in a sofa-bed^ the lid of zehich is himg 
 zdth drapery^ and can be shut down. MoonJight : — the 
 sea seen through the zeindow^ (open,) 
 
 Enter OtheUo, (in a ichite night-gown^) with n 
 icaX'taper. [p] 
 
 Song — Othello. 
 (Tune : " The Priest of the Parish:' J 
 
 " 'Tis the cause, — 'tis the cause ! — it had best not be named. 
 Lest it shock your chaste ears, oh, you delicate stars ! 
 Yet I'll put by my sabre, — 'twould surely be shamed 
 Should it spoil alabaster with pitiless scars ! 
 The light I'll extinguish, — her doings so sinister 
 Can't but undo many more of us men ; 
 And who cares if put out" is this vile '^flaming minister," 
 Sure he'll be puflf'd into notice again ! 
 
48 OTHELLO-TRAVESTXE. 
 
 But oh ! if I snuiFout the bloom of thy beauty^ 
 
 Thou cunningest sample of nature's best art^ — 
 
 What living Prometheus will here do his duty, 
 
 And light from his tinder-box kindly impart ? 
 
 When pluck'd is a rose., ah, too quickly 'twill wither^ 
 
 Nor fragrance dispense from its desolate tree, — 
 
 So my Desdy, since soon you must fly from me thither 
 
 {points tip,} 
 One kiss, short and sweet, I'll steal softly from thee !" 
 
 ^Othello gives her a smack : she icakes,) 
 
 Desdemona, 
 
 Hollo ! who's there? 
 
 Othello. 
 
 You'd better say your prayers. 
 
 Desdemona. 
 I did. 
 
 Othello. 
 
 I wouldn't kill you unawares : 
 
 If you've forgotten any peccadillo, 
 
 Beg pardon. 
 
 Desdemona, 
 Why ? 
 
 Othello. 
 
 Because you strait I'll kill. 
 Desdemona. 
 
 Oh! 
 Lord bless us, sure you must be only joking ? 
 
 Othello. 
 O yes ! — you'll not say that when you are choaking. 
 
 Desdemona. 
 And yet I'm frighten'dj since you look so dark ! 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 Othello. 
 The handkerchief that had the strawberry mark. 
 You gave to Mick. 
 
 Desdemona. 
 I TOW to Heav'n you're raving ! 
 Othello. 
 Poohj pooh ! — lago saw him with it, shaving. 
 
 Desdemona. 
 lie must have stole it then, — I gave it not. 
 
 Othello. 
 Oh, he's confessed, from him my horns I've got. 
 
 Desdemona. 
 Horns ! I defy you I — 'tis a lie he's said. 
 Ask him before me ! 
 
 Othello. 
 Pooh, the fellow's dead! 
 Desdemona. 
 Oh, the poor devil ! 
 
 Othello. 
 So, you're even crying ! 
 Come, I can't wait : — lie down — prepare for dying* 
 
 Desdemona. 
 Till morning ? 
 
 Othello. 
 No. 
 
 Desdemona. 
 Five minutes let me linger ! 
 Othello . 
 Keep in your fist, or faith I'll hurt your finger I 
 Lie down ! 
 
50 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 ' Desdemona. 
 
 I won't. 
 
 Othello, 
 You won't do what you^re bid ? 
 ^ Desdemona. 
 
 Bye— 
 
 Othello. 
 t>ie I I must — . 
 
 Desdemona. 
 Must what ? 
 Othello. 
 
 Shut down the lid. 
 
 f Shuts down the lid on her. Melos " Vve lock'd up all 
 my treasure.'' J Raps at the door. 
 
 ' Song — Othello. 
 
 (Tune: ^^ In hurry, post hence^for a license.'" J 
 
 f ^ What devil's that^ keeps such a knocking ? 
 
 'Sbloodj how shall I g^i out of this ! 
 Such a queer tete-a-tete is quite shocking, — 
 Well I'm paid for my doing a-miss ! 
 
 Odds life! 
 
 I've dish'd my poor wife ! 
 My wife ! lord ! I've got no such thing ! 
 
 Oh, well is he 
 
 Plagued not with jealousy^ 
 Not, like me, just a-going to swing !" 
 
 Othello. 
 Who's there, I say ? 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. ^ 51 
 
 Mmilia^ f without, J 
 It's I. 
 
 Othello, 
 And who is J? 
 jEmilia. 
 Open the door. 
 
 Othello. 
 I'll let you in by an' bye. 
 The chest, for fear of accidents, I'll lock. 
 
 Mmilia. 
 Hollo!— 
 
 Othello^ (letting her in.) 
 What deTil's made you so to knock ?— 
 JEmilia. 
 Cassio's kill'd Rod'rigo. 
 
 Othello. 
 Mick kill'd ?~ 
 jEmilia. 
 
 No — HO— 
 
 Othello. 
 There's been a curs'd mistake, then, 'faith — 
 
 Desdemona, f rapping inside the. bed. J 
 
 Oh! oh! 
 JEmilia. 
 My mistress ! how — lock'd up ? oh how,-— *oh tell ! 
 
 Desdemona. 
 Nobody — /, / turned the key — farewell. (dies.) 
 
 Othello. 
 That's rather odd. 
 
 JEmilia. 
 Who caused this precious blunder ? 
 
52 GTHELLO-THAVESTIE. 
 
 Othello. 
 
 Who knows ? 
 
 Emilia. 
 
 She turn'd the key ? 
 
 Othello. 
 
 'Faith that's a wonder 1 
 
 'Twas /that lock'd her up ! 
 
 JEmilia. 
 You big black deTil! 
 
 Othello. 
 Because with Cassio did the wretch behare ill. 
 
 Mmilia. 
 
 ^'Upon my soul a lie 1" 
 
 Othello. 
 Well, ask lago. 
 
 He told me. 
 
 Mmilia. 
 To Old Nick I hope he may go. 
 She was too fond of you, you ugly fright I 
 That for you !— Murder ! robb'ry— watch ! light ! light ! 
 
 Enter Gratiano, lago, and Ludovico. 
 
 Mmilia. 
 That fellow's kilPd his wife !-and says that you (to lago.) 
 Told him she play'd crim.-con.— it isn't true ? 
 
 Jago, 
 
 'Tis true, — with Cassio-— 
 
 Emilia. 
 
 O you perjur'd wretch I — 
 
 Othello. 
 Oh I oh!— (Jlingmg himself on the bed.) 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE, 63^ 
 
 Emilia, 
 Oh^ that shan't be your latest stretch ! 
 
 (to Othello,) J 
 Othello. 
 Didn't she give my best mouchoir to Mick ? 
 
 Mmilia. 
 That handkerchief I happen'd up to pick. 
 And gave it to lago, who was ever 
 Coaxing me that, to steal it, I'd endeavour : — 
 Little I thought that /'d have caus'd such killing ! 
 
 Othello. 
 Here goes to rob the hangman of a shilling ! 
 
 {draws ^ and is disarmed,) 
 Jago^ (knocking down Emilia,) 
 Before you hang me, ma'am, I'll take your life I {runs off,) 
 
 Gratiano. 
 The villain's first kill'd yours, and next his wife ! {to Othello.) 
 
 Ludovico. 
 Bolt j^ow the door upon that black assassin— 
 I'll after /i/m ; — now, mind, you let none pass in. (Exeunt,) 
 
 Othello^ (alone,) 
 There ought to be a weapon hereabout : — 
 
 (goes and gets a blunderbuss,)^ 
 Open the door I / 
 
 Gratiano, (unthout,) 
 You're dead, if you come out : 
 I've got your sword : — ^you'll thro' and thro' be thrust !-^ - 
 
 Othello, 
 Well^ then, come in, or out the door I'll bursto 
 
 E 3 
 
54 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIB. 
 
 Enter Gratiano, 
 
 Othelld, f producing a blunderbuss. J 
 See here ! I have a gun ! — I've seen the day. 
 When this has scar'd e'en Vickery away ! 
 Butj uncle, tho' now Bow.street front you shew. 
 Resistance from your nephew you shan't know I 
 No glutton now, a quiet round you'll win — 
 Shake but your fist at me, (q) — I strait give in : 
 For since I've so misused my darling duck, 
 Why should Othello now, alas, shew pluck ! 
 Lash me, ye Beelzebubs, with cats that burn ! 
 Roast me, and pepper me at ev'ry turn ! 
 Pour down my gullet quarts of meltiog lead ! 
 Baste me with boiling oil ! — my Desdy's dead ! — 
 
 . Enter Ludovico^ Cassio, and lago, f pinioned, J 
 
 Ludovico. 
 Where is this most unfortunate Othello ? 
 
 Othello. 
 That's I that was myself! 
 
 Ludovico. 
 Bring forth that fellow. — 
 That your poor wife was guiltless, he's confess'd. 
 
 Cassio, 
 Himself has peach'd ; — so set your mind at rest. 
 
 Othello. 
 Here goes to put an end to all your sport ! 
 
 (snaps, the blunderbuss at him : it burns priming,) 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 55 
 
 lago. ' 
 
 I thank you^ sir : I'm frighten'd, but not hurt. 
 
 hudomco. 
 You must come home • — {to Othello^) your stay here we pro- 
 hibit. 
 
 Cassio. 
 I geX your place. 
 
 Ludovico. ^ 
 
 Andj youj — go grace a gibbet ! 
 
 (to lago^ led off,) 
 
 So^G— Othello. (Tune: " Tyhurn Tree:' J 
 
 ^' A. word or two^ gentlemen, hence ere I budge : — ^ 
 Pve been good at recruiting : — but that's merely fudge :— 
 Their wigships at home of my merits can judge, 
 Which none of you can deny — - 
 
 (jrhey join all along in chorus : 
 
 " Which none of us can deny^ ^c") 
 
 "When about me you chat, when about me you write, 
 Don't be over ilLnatur'd and horror-struck quite, 
 Nor those Blackamoor-doingis attempt to wash white, 
 Which never I can deny \ — ' 
 
 9 
 
 Of love and not wisdom I've heeded the i^xi^ 
 Not easily jealous, — extremely perplext, 
 I've by cuckoldish devils, been cruelly vest, 
 Which none of you can deny ! 
 
 Those gummy-white tears which my pale cheeks bedew^ 
 Attest how I mourn that I heedlessly threw 
 
36 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE* 
 
 To the devil, fw^diamond, like Herod that JeWj 
 And Desdy there doom'd to die ! 
 
 With thisj tell your masters, I once chanced to see 
 A Turk at Aleppo most riotous be ; — 
 He the senate abus'd : a Venetian kick'd he, 
 Altho' that myself was by : — 
 
 The circumcised dog to arrest who'd but strive ? 
 He swore that he'd die, ere be taken alive, — 
 And into the river thus bolted to dive, 
 
 Which dam'me to stop who'll try ? 
 
 (Here Othello springs out of the window : — a splash 
 is heard : — the Characters form a group round the 
 window J (r) 
 
 Gratiano. 
 He's gone, though floats his wig ! — the Gen'ral's dead ! ($) 
 
 Cassio, " 
 
 With all his imperfections on his head ! 
 
 {Putting ?ip his fingers as horns,] 
 
 Gratiano^ 
 In vainj^find, I after him may look ! 
 
 ^^m. Cassio. 
 
 'Faith, you may chance to get him, — with a hook ! 
 
 Ludovico, 
 Tho' his wife's exit in a non-plus threw me, 
 I thought his phiz look'd wonderfully glooiny ! 
 
 Gratiano. 
 Now he'll be boned by some curs'd prowling shark ! 
 
OTHELLG-TfiAVESTIE. 57 
 
 Cassia. 
 He'll have good eyei to bone him in the dark. 
 
 Ludovico, 
 What's here ? (takes upapajjer^ and reads,) '^ This scroll, 
 I ^when read, my boys, be burning :~ 
 
 ^ ^* Don't quiz my memory by getting mourning J^"* 
 
 Gratiano, 
 Poor fellow !^ how he's on us turn'd the tables ! 
 
 Cassio. 
 I moVe we ev'ry one buy ^' suits of sables /''— - 
 
 Gratiano, 
 Agreed : let's in, that aU, for grief, may vie 
 Who'll soonest give his bottle a black eye. 
 
 Ludovico, 
 Crim.-con., surmised, is, when on wires resented, 
 Never-to.be-sufficiently-lamented ! — (sobbing,) 
 Ludovico steps forward. 
 Learn hence, ye gentlemen declined in years, 
 For Gretna-marriages no luck appears j — 
 Of ridicules let ladies know no lack, 
 Nor let the fair sex ever wed (0 the black. 
 
 End of the Play, 
 
Botes on ti)e piap 
 
 OF 
 
 OTHELLO - TRAVESTIE, 
 
 The death of Mr. Malone hai deprived the world of one 
 of those commentators on the works of Shakspeare who 
 really served the dramatic world by their exertions, and did 
 not, like the many others who " burnt day-light," explain 
 what was evident, and leave in their primitive obscurity any 
 passages which required elucidation. For this reason, I have 
 determined to withdraw the notes allotted to him, from those 
 which I had arranged for publication. This has disjointed 
 my plan, and considerably curtailed my comments. Those 
 which I presume to offer are merely " disjecta membra," and 
 consequently unable to bear the brunt of criticism. 
 
 Act. I. — Scene I. 
 
 ^(i^ — ^^a copper. ^^ In " Doll of Wapping, her rare Device," a 
 play rich in witticisms, I have met with this word fre- 
 quently ; — see also *^ EastiTard for Sprats," published by 
 Maistcr Abel Humme, in Cheapside, Act iv^ Scene 2 : — 
 '' Nay, sweete-hart, not a copper^ ])y my faye, la." 
 
 Steevkns, 
 
GO OTHELLQ-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 Act. I. Scene I. line 3. 
 
 " Death^an^ounds^ listen /'' Neither tjiis ejaculatioi 
 
 nor " S^ bloody'^* is in the elder editions : — James th 
 First, by his celebrated Anti-jrirametital Act, <lid awa 
 the use of these angry expletives,' so much in togue, owin 
 to Elizabeth'! partiality for s^vearing : — in a scarce traci 
 entitled " The Modes of ye Courte," by Syr T. Tiiburie 
 1578," we find that our Virgin Queen once threatened 
 bishop, " By & ■ ■' , I'll immediately unfrock you." 
 
 Steevens 
 
 The letter was to a bishop of Ely, a see kept vacant fo 
 nineteen years by her sacred majesty, in order to retail 
 the revenue : — this prelate had promised to exchange som 
 part of the land belonging to the see, for a pretendei 
 equivalent: — the agreement had been nugatory, to th 
 shame of the Bishop's character be it recorded, were i 
 not that her Majesty forced him to a preservation of hi 
 word, by the following emphatic, energetic, and compulson 
 epistle. " Proud Prelate, I understand you are back, 
 ward in complying with otir agreement : but I would hav« 
 you know, that I who made you y/hatyo« are, can unmake 
 you ; and if you do not forthwith fulfil your engagement 
 ' by God, I will immediately unfrock you. Yours, as yor 
 demean yourself, Elizabeth," Johnsoi 
 
 (^) — '' cut t/our stick P^ In our 'author's time, travellei 
 used staffs when journeying, purposely to facilitate thei 
 progress, the temporary and occasional imposition #f tmi 
 arm (fu '' the stick" relieving the bodily weight generallj 
 
OTHELLO-TRATESTIE. 61 
 
 borne by the feet. Roderigo therefore means, '' Why do 
 youpreserv.e terms of amity with a man, displeasing to you, 
 and eminently obnoxious, — quit the service of the Moor," 
 — that is, metaphorically, '• cut your stick," take your 
 departure. * Johnson. 
 
 — " cut 1/ our stick ^^ means nothing more nor less than 
 " flake him heartily ; lay it on him ; trounce him." Doc- 
 tor Johnson's interpretation is ingenious, but ingenious 
 only. Theobald. 
 
 — '' cut your siick.^^ Mr. Theobald's self-possession on 
 this abstruse point almost makes me regret that our Author 
 lives not " to cut -his stick" and use it on a certain Com- 
 mentator's back, according to his sapient interpretation. I 
 shall not lose further time on the consideration of the ques- 
 tion than merely to quote the follow^ing lines from another 
 part of this play, which, if applicable, and there is no doubt 
 of it, should induce Mr. Theobald to '' cut his stick" in 
 the true sense, as a Commentator : '• nc srutor,'''' — 
 
 " Desdemona and Cassia, 
 
 " uS?nilia* Ma'am, here's the General ; 
 
 '' Cassio. I'll cut my stick ! 
 
 '' Desdemona, Oh stop /" Warbuuton. 
 
 — '' cut my stick,^^ I have happily met with a passage in- 
 the course of my researches which proves Dr. Johnson's 
 reading correct. In '"' Fayre Julie, her woefull Lament,'^ 
 entered in the books of the Stationers' Company5 24th May 
 15973 I find the following :— 
 
 F 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 '' O fare yovi well^ my Darbie true ! 
 
 Altliough you dyd me trycke, ' 
 
 I cannot chiise but say ' adewe, 
 
 Sith yon will cut 1/0 ur stick,^ ^^ Steevens, 
 
 (c) — ^^ nit/ breeches,''^ This is a shameful perversion of the 
 text ; — ^I propose to read, 
 
 '^ Brabantio. 'Tisdark; — how shall I find? — • 
 " Roderigo. Find what ? — 
 " Brabcinjiio. My — -Jit chews /" 
 
 That is, Brabantio exclaims, in a perturbed agony of 
 mind, '' In the gloom of night, how shall I find," — my 
 daughter, he is going to say, when Roderigo interrupts him, 
 recalls the existence of his misery more \iyidly to his ima- 
 gination, and forces him to bestow the epithet '^Jitchews l"'^ 
 on his child and seducer. Warburton. 
 
 . " fny breeches.^^ The above is a noble emendation, and 
 
 really equalizes the Commentator with the Bard, if fueling 
 be more estimable, or as much so, as genius. Johnson. 
 
 — ^^ my breeches,'*'* The above reading is indisputably 
 correct, for '^breeches," so called, were not known in our 
 Author's time. Ttrwhitt. 
 
 — " my breeches.'*^ Most sapient argument ! — such a cus. 
 torn had been decorously commendable in the Court, of 
 Queen Elizabeth, that ^'fair Vestal throned in the west," 
 who, delicate and politic withal, declared on being besought 
 to marry, that she was " wedded to her people" (sans 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 63 
 
 culottes^ according to Mr. Tyrwhitt^) and desired no other 
 inscription on her tomb, than — " Here lyeth Elizabett, 
 who reigned and dyed a virgin." The expression in Mac- 
 beth, " unmannerly bi^eeeh'd with gore," shews breeches 
 to haye been then in fashion. Warburton. 
 
 — " mi/ breeches,'*^ Although trunk-hose was the legitimate 
 wear in the fifteenth and part of the sixteenth century, yet 
 breeches were also in use, as appears from " What a fooic 
 the cooper is," a pleasant ballad by Mick Snuggs, a - .i!- 
 temporary of our Author. SxEEVk^s, 
 
 Act II. — Scene II. 
 
 (d) — '' Oily ask about! — Vm speechless!'^ Speechless^ i. e. 
 incompetent to utter his w'ords intelligibly; — speechless, 
 evidently from the effects of the gin, and a disinclination 
 to risk exposure by indulging in loquacity. But the 
 Oxford Editor, wholly ignorant of the passage's meaning, 
 flippantly alters " speechless" to '' reckless^^' an absurdity 
 most glaring even in that erudite Commentator. Gin creates 
 a busy anxiety, not a calm and philosophic temperament, 
 in the drinker. The Oxford Editor is equally unknowing 
 of the excellencies of our Bard and of gin. By the bye, 
 I question if it is not in allusibif to the custom observed 
 towards the Helots by the Spartans, intoxicating them, 
 exempli gratia^ that our Author has made Cassio be muz- 
 zed by lago, to the astonishment of the good people of 
 Cyprus. Warburtok. 
 
64 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 ^^ Oh^ ask about I I ^m speechless /" This is an exquisite 
 
 proof of our A.uthor's intimacy with human nature. The 
 intellect, however partially impaired by the subtle inroads 
 of intoxication^) still triumphs in the possession of that 
 innate dexterity, which evades, by a multifariousness of 
 stratagems, a detection in error. Cassio's meaning is 
 simply this : — ^^ I feel myself (in cute iiosco) too deeply 
 immersed in inebriety, to hazard an exculpation of my 
 fault :—S€ek, sir, of others less agitated, for a solution of 
 your dubitant surmises : — -my feelings overpower me :" — 
 in short,' — '^ ask about," (a colloquial familiarity of 
 expression in our Author's time,) '' I'm speechless." I 
 am informed that the liquor termed gin^ an abbreviatory 
 corruption of Geneva, is still in use amongst the lower 
 orders. Sack was formerly used as a medicine, and 
 vended by Pharmacopolists. as appears from a bottle sus. 
 pended ia the Tower, on vrhicji the word Sack is imprint- 
 ed : — but there is no bottle there to shew that gin was 
 even in usage as a medicinal beverage. Johnson. 
 
 ^^ Oh^ ask aboict ! — Pm speechless! All the exertions 
 
 of the Reverend Prelate, to attest Shakspeare's knowledge 
 of the classics, are unsuccessful, being more remarkable 
 for enthusiasm than foundation. Shakspeare had no other 
 object in view, by displacing Cassio, than contributing to 
 the furtherance of the success of lago's plot, when he made 
 the simple Lieutenant as boozy as he himself had ever 
 ^been, when toasting ^'hys sweete Anne Hathaway," after- 
 wards Mrs. William Shakspeare. I question if ever he 
 heard of the enslavement of the Helots, so far from enrol- 
 ling Cassio as one of that sober people. There was "• no 
 such stuif iQ:.his thoughts." As to his argument of 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 6j 
 
 " exempli gratia," how many people do we see daily and 
 comfortably making examples of themselves in the same 
 manner? Farmer. 
 
 (e) — '^splice the smash r'^ — i. e. mend the matter, — metapho- 
 rically^ from mending^ broken ("smash^d^^) fishing-rod. 
 
 Johnson. 
 
 (g)—.'' carakter.'" A colloquially provincial abbreviation of 
 j' character;" in use, I am informed, near Balltioura, 
 a town situated in the recesses of Leinster. The term 
 M as doubtlessly transmitted in an epistle to our Bard, by 
 Spenser, resident in Ireland about the time this play was 
 written. Indeed, throughout several scenes, these familiar 
 Hibernicisms prevail, originating in our Author's correS" 
 pon(lence with his friend, then in his compositional adves- 
 peration. Johnson. 
 
 (/) — '' smash'dJ*^ Balltiouricc^ as above. Spenser. 
 
 {h) — '^' your first sleep, ^^ The first secession from aiFectional 
 
 alertness which she experienced since her arrival in Cyprus. 
 
 An exquisite touch of nature ! Waeburton. 
 
 — — ^^yout first sleep,''^ I lament that the objectionable pru- 
 riency of this interpretation should create a discrepance 
 between the Ikjyerend Commentator's opinion and my 
 own. The meanii^g is this: — human sleep is dividable 
 into distinct portioiw of tinne:-g-the first of these is natu- 
 rally most revuedial to the frame : — consequently a distur- 
 bance froiri its balm is the more distressing. Caliban 
 " cried to slec^j again," and with ifiore reason might Des- 
 d^moiia. • Johnson. 
 
 F 3 
 
OO OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 (/)— -^^ Tho'' set your eyes on sticks.''^ Fume^ till your eyes 
 evade '^ the o^ier senses^'' and seems as " set on sticks," 
 all will not reinstate you in the Moor's good graces. Time 
 alone, can effect '^ this consummation devoutly to he 
 wish'd." — This scene originally terminated with Othello'S 
 exit with Desdemona. From '' Fretting won't do," to 
 the word " Vix,'' have becE left out ever since the first 
 editions ; but I like them full well enough to replace them, 
 for which the Dramatic should be exceedingly thankful. 
 
 Pope. 
 
 ~ — ''Tho'' set your eyes on sticks.''^ In the Oxford 
 Editor's rage for innovation, he deplorably ])e]|:verts the 
 Author's meaning, in this passage, peculiarly striking 
 and beautiful. '^Anxiety of mind," says lago, '' can 
 effect nothing good: — be but resolute; tho' you steep 
 your senses in forgetfulness," (that is, '' put your eyes," 
 doubtless, your '' mind^s''^ ^yes, on Styx, the river of 
 Oblivion), " all's fudge.'' — I have thus placed in the 
 proper point of view the meaning of our Author. But 
 for me, the sense had been irretrievably lost. 
 
 Warburton. 
 
 * 
 •— ' — '^ Tho^ set your eyes,^^ The Oxford Editor is assuredly, 
 
 at times, most cruculent in his obscurationary mis-explana- 
 tions ;^ — still, however I may admire the ingenuity of Dr. 
 Warburton, I cannot, and with pain I make the avowal, 
 concur with him. He has endeavoured to attach more 
 beauty to the passage than the Author intended it should 
 bear. In fact, but for the sedulous observations of his 
 Commentators, the Bard of Avon had never, perhaps^ 
 
OTIIELLO-TPwAYESTIE. 67 
 
 attained that pitch of celebrity to which we have furthered 
 his ascent, " Sticks^^^ not " Styx," as Dr. Warburton 
 classically opines , is the true reading. The phrase is com- 
 mon, and means to fruitlessly torment yourself. I am 
 ignorant of the origin of the expression. Johnson. ' 
 
 ^' Tho^ set ijour eijes,^^ I think thathere and there 1 
 
 perceive Old Ben's hand in the dialogue of this scene. 
 The exclamations against gin^ and the monosyllable 
 "^ Vix," decide it. As to Mr. Pope's '* eyes set on sticks^" 
 the thought is most contemptible. I have heard of '' cut- 
 ting off one's nose to vex one's face," but to set a man's 
 eyes on sticks^ is as bad as making a '^ chapeau-bras" oi 
 a man's head, as our An'hor has it in his first act. There 
 is some^ing like lago's song in Tim Blueskin's '^ Twelve 
 Punsfor aTizzie/' 1618, Bladderchopps^ Eastcheap. 
 
 Faumer. 
 
 ^' Tho' set ycur ei/es,^^ In " Syr Woolhanghawn The 
 
 Whacker," this expression frequently occurs. Also, in a 
 ^ «ong in a Collection of Ballads^ by Hanns Snuggs, a con-, 
 temporary of Sir William Davenant, Shakspeare's son by 
 Mrs. Davenant, edited 1605, the following verse may 
 throw a light on this passage, — viz : — 
 
 " Blythe Maister Dowdille." 
 
 '' Dowdille he deftly smiled, 
 
 And Dowdille he mee beguiled, — 
 His eyes, set on sticks^ were wild, 
 Till Dowdille gat mee wyth chiide, — 
 
 Ho Jeroe I Dowdille ! 
 Sweete badde lucke toe ye, Dowdille ! " 
 
 StE EVENS, 
 
68 OTHELLO-TKAVESTIE. 
 
 Act III. — Scene I. 
 
 (k) — '^ smithereois ;^^'^queTejshiver€ens ? Theobald. 
 
 '' smithereens y''^— diminutive of " «mither" to " smash." 
 
 Johnson. 
 
 ^' smithereens.'^'^ I am inclined to read ^' smithereens ^"^^ 
 
 although that '' shivei^eens''^ is plausible ; — ^' smither" is 
 the original verb of Irish extraction, and signilles '' to 
 demolish," to break into atoms. That Shakspeare was a 
 lover of Ire^nnd appears from his introduction of Cap- 
 tain M'Mcnis, in one of the Henrys, a very abiy 
 drawn character, dialect ou; of the question, so far as it 
 goes. Besides, as an ingenious friend remarks, our 
 Poet's admiration of the Hibernian Isle is shewn in his 
 making Hamlet, to the exclusion of his country's Saints, 
 swear, on a solemn occasion, by St. Patrick !— this, tobe 
 sure, and I know it ivill be the cause of disputes, is 
 a sorry proof of his love for Denmark : but we should 
 recollect Hamlet's fef lings were absorbed in the consi- 
 deration of revenging his father's murder. Warburton. 
 
 -'' smithereens,^^ I have strong reason to believe that 
 
 (in support of the foregoing^ ShaV speare paid a visit to 
 his friend Spenser^ who 'hed In King Street, Dublin, in 
 the Essex administration. This Fnisfit^s me that 
 '' Othello ' wa3 not one of our Author^s latest works; — 
 had he writt n it on his let'Jrn from Irelt nd^ aiul return 
 he did, so suie as he went, and jf whiJ. (l-cre is no 
 doubt, Q — E— D., he would have given to that land the 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 6\Q 
 
 pahn in toping, and not have made lago say that in Eng- 
 land they are most potent in potting." STEEVENi, 
 
 * ^' smithereens.^^ We say '^ to pott ;" a culinary pro- 
 process, adopted sometimes in regard to the fish denomi- 
 nated ^' Halec." Here it means, however, *' pott," sig- 
 nifying to drink. I have observed, throughout this play, 
 the word '' corn" is used in an almost similar sense. '' To 
 pott" and ''to corn" therefore are synonymous with" to 
 inebriate" and ^' to pickle." Johnson. 
 
 (/) — " I'll not be jealous, tho' my wife loves clackj 
 
 '' Sings a good song, and married me, tho' black !" 
 
 The above expression proves that taciturnity in a female 
 was a glorious equality in our Author's contemplation. 
 Among the various suspicious traits for which the fair 
 sex are remarkable, and which distract marital feelings, is 
 that of " loving clack, ^^ Johnson. 
 
 " clack,^^ In corroboration of the above able obser- 
 
 vation, see what Lear says, in an interval of reason ;- 
 -" Her voice was ever soft. 
 
 '' Gentle and low / an excellent thing in woman." 
 
 Warburton, 
 
 — -" clack,^^ Perhaps our Author had the sign of " The 
 Good Woman" in Holborn, of decapitated fame, in his 
 " mind's eye" when penning this passage. Pope. 
 
 — '* c/acA:." Mr. Pope's surmise is wrong. The picture 
 of the Good Woman was painted originally as recording 
 Charles the First's beheading.—and a female costume sub- 
 
70 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 stituted for the garb of the other sex at the Restoration. 
 Of course the anachronism proves Mr. Pope's surmise 
 fallacious. The painter's name is still fresh — '^ Paynted 
 by Syr Tymothy Eazelj by Our good Lorde Protector, 
 hys order, 1649." Reynolds. 
 
 " clack,'''' Decollated^ Mr. Pope might have said, for, 
 
 there is not the width of a barley-corn, of the '^ Good 
 Woman," above the level of her shoulders. Farmer. 
 
 '' clack.'''' The exertions of a much-esteemed friend, a 
 
 black-letter man, in eYery sense of the word, have fortu- 
 nately put me in possession of a document which I shall 
 presently lay before the admirers of our Bard. It pur- 
 ports to be, and I declare I have every reason to stake my 
 character on its authenticity, a letter written by Allen, 
 the actor, to a friend in London, when on a visit with 
 our Poet, at Stratford, when retired from the busy scenes 
 of life, and enjoying the " dignitas" and laurelled 
 ^'otium," which had been awarded to him, by his country's 
 and sovereign's remuneration. " Mre perennius," his 
 works shall live after him ; " semper honos, nomenque 
 suum manebunt." Every little circumstance which we 
 can collect relative to our Poet's private habits, must be 
 interesting ; what shall we say, then, to having discovered 
 the natural bent of his wife's disposition ! It has always 
 struck me with surprise that so little importance is attached 
 to the wives of great characters ; — I question if any man, 
 aye, or woman, cares aught about Mrs. Milton, — and I 
 could not but blush, while admiring the monument erected 
 to our Bard at Stratford, when told that I was standing on 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. * 71 
 
 the grave of Mrs. Shakspeare. I grasped the sexton's 
 harid^ and felt as if '' John-a-Coombe" had stirred 
 and chid me, though centuries almost have passed 
 since John was '^ green in earth.'' But to return. The 
 following letter will shew that Mrs. Shakspeare was of a 
 disposition calm and placid, neither addicted to giving 
 way, on light occasions, to either the feelings of joy or 
 of grief. The particulars noticed in the following docu- 
 ments, though trivial, perhaps, in the view of '^ the 
 multitude," are such as must have caused Mrs. Shakspeare 
 to give vent (o her jocular or reproving spirit, had it been 
 of either cast. Doctor Johnson's observation, that 
 " taciturnity in a fema-e Avas a glorious quality in our 
 Author's contemplation," is fully proved in this letter of 
 Allen. I regret that his signature has been considerably 
 impaired, as I had found reason to hope, that, should I 
 1 have been so fortunate as to have met it perfect, I should 
 have been enabled to make a successful enquiry hito the 
 dates of the Globe Theatre Accounts; particularly an . 
 item of '^ candles expended in the acting of Caesar's 
 tragedy, first used by the boys of Powle's": — from this 
 it would appear that, to his office of Property-man, Allen 
 added that of " Candle^snujfer,'^^ 
 
 The following are those letters, or rather extracts from 
 them, which I have decyphered with much though grati- 
 fying labour. 
 
 From Allen ^ to Maister Quint, . . vyson . . (cetera desuntt) 
 
 — '^ and by the iv howre of the clccke, we fyrst saw our 
 5 . shadowes in the pleasant Avon, that silver streame that 
 by the towne doth flow. * ^ *■ * ^ in truth, we 
 had rare doinges toward. Our sweete Willie (Shak- 
 
7'2 • OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE, , 
 
 speare) joyced at frend Burbage hys sporte, when " Lean 
 ' Jack" (Lott'in) walkt theare lingrenly, " By'r lady," 
 sayde he, '• our sonne is fat, and scante of breath," as 
 our Maister hath M fote in Hamblet Hys Revenge." He 
 made our teares agayne gnshe out, and our voyceshorce, 
 at hys wondrous niyrth with Willie^s young kinsman, 
 Maister JIart ; sayde he, — '^ there be many a fay re 
 mayden, I trowe, that would geve a hart for such a Hart, 
 Mylde Mistres Shakspeare seemit merry thereat, but spoke 
 never a word ; but on her, our sweete Willie smole. 
 (smiled.) * ^ „. * * * * * 
 
 * ^ w^hych, being auncient, I gan shever with dred, 
 and lightly bestryding the gate. Ice they tare sodaynlie, 
 and eke with a cruel! noyse. I got whyte as mylke, 
 how els, for the gyrlis were ne biynde. I greeved sore at 
 my yll hap, but Willie made me a gyfte of a comelie 
 payre; — a thousand thankes & more dyd I geve Willie 
 for his garmentes ; but hys wjfe sai/de never a worde ! 
 
 * * * Nowe these are doinges, deere Syr, beset with 
 misdieefe, but I aunswere '' Breeches-wear Is ruthfuli 
 geer, * *■ - *• * * " Steevens, 
 
 Act III.^-Scene II. 
 
 (;»)• — ^' tooth^aitch.'^^ The folio has '^ ache," the quarto 
 '' aitch," As the reporlers^ in fact, of our Author's 
 plays, were somewhat illiterate, they wrote the word ac- 
 cording io the pronunciation, which undoubtedly w^as 
 '^ aitch." Perhaps the mis.speliing is justifiable. 
 
 Steevens, 
 
 «. — ^' aitch,''^ Nonsense;— ^^ stomatcluaiiches l''^ Farmer. 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 73 
 
 — '' aitch.^^ In the " Tempest^'*^ Prosperous menace to the 
 inchoate offspring of Sycorax justifies this pronunciation, 
 '' I'll fill thy bones with aches, rack thy joints. *' 
 
 — "achesy^^ unless pronounced '' aitches," dissyllably, and 
 not '^ akes," lops the line of a foot, " hiatus maxim© 
 deflendus." Johnson. 
 
 — " aitch.'' Mr. Theobald's assumption, that '' aitch'' is 
 " nonsense," is worthy of his profound taste and informa- 
 tion. His correction is corrupt. That '' aitch" is the 
 only pronunciation meriting adoption, is shewn by the 
 exclamation of Scarus, in " Anthony and Cleopatra^" 
 Act iv, Scene 7. 
 
 '' I had a wound here that was like a T, — » 
 ^' But now 'tis made an H 1 " 
 
 Here is an obvious play on the word " aitcli*^ ov " ache,'* 
 or '' ake," for %vhich custom our Bard was so noted. — 
 Look at the annexed sketch, '• I had a wound here that 
 
 was like a T ;" — i. e. the cut forming that letter, from O 
 to E, and the line to which O E is perpendicular, extend- 
 ing from D to C. — So the T wound is plain. " But now," 
 says ScAHUs, ^' 'tis made an H," i. e. the line B O A^ 
 parallel with DEC, thus completing the H, The mean* 
 
74 OTIIELLO-TRAVEStlE. 
 
 ing then is, that Scarus says, with a gallant petulance, in 
 substance, " my first wound (O E and D E C) was 
 nothing ; but the last cut (B O A) has pained me," that 
 is, " made it an H" or aifch. So much for Mr. Theo- 
 bald's " nonsense.'' The first wound, forming two right 
 angles, might have been inflicted by some out-work or tool 
 of entrenchment. Wareukton. 
 
 ^' aitches,''^ In '"^The Widow's Tears," a comedy, by 
 
 Chapman, 1612, there are the following lines, which bear 
 en this word :- — ^^As inany aches in his bones, as there are 
 ouches in his skin.'' Now, unless the word '^ aches''^ 
 be pronounced "aitches," as a dissyllable, the play on the 
 sound corresponding to '^ouches" (which otherwise should 
 be pronounced " oaks") would be lost. See the note, in 
 Henry IV. Partii. on the line of Falstaff, *^'Your bfooches, 
 pearls, and owches." Remarks. 
 
 Act. III. Scene IV. 
 
 (w) — sopha-hedthe hussy shut.^^ This has become a common 
 mode of extermination ; children are frequently folded up 
 accidentally and otherwise now-a-days. Warburton. 
 
 (o) — ^^ Come post^ and youHl he home to svp,^^ I 
 have no doubt but that the entire method of intimating 
 to the Moor, the Senate's mandate -or his return, using . 
 the most colloquial terms on the most serious occasions, 
 so as to please the ofiendlng party M'hen under actual 
 blame, is intended as a Compliment to the management of 
 the Court to Essex, when persevering in ei ror in Ireland, 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 75 
 
 and yet leniently treated by his adversaries, doubtless 
 through policy. Indeed I question if, to this unfortunate 
 Earl's residence in Ireland, is not attributable that unhappy 
 change of temper wnich afterwards wrought his ruin : we 
 may judge of the gentle style of writ'ug in usage amongst 
 the Hibernian Nobility of those days, by the following 
 document. It is a Letter from Florence Mac Cartie, to 
 the White Knight; (see Stafford's Pacata Hibernia, 
 
 pp. 293.) " Damnation, I cannot but commend me 
 
 heartily unto you, as bad as thou art, and doe most 
 heartily commend me to your wile and your two sonnes, 
 &c. &c, &c. In the mean lime I leave you to God, Pai- 
 lace, this seven and twentieth of August, 1600 : Your 
 assured loving friend, Florence Mac Cartik." 
 
 Warbcjrton. 
 
 Act III. Scene Last. 
 
 (p) — " Enter Othello^ in night~goi::n^ i^lth a waxMiper.'*^ — 
 I am positive that Shakspeare had this figure, solemn and 
 horrific as it necessarily is, suggested to him by SauteFs 
 Epigram on the Devil holding the candle to St. Dominick. 
 
 '^ Dum tulitardentem Phlegetontiushistrio ceram, 
 Tunc, certe,'aut numquam, Ludjer ille fuit." 
 
 Warburton. 
 
 > -«' Enter Othello^^^ S^x. The above has been instanced for 
 
 the mere purpose of indulging the Commentator in pas- 
 sing off a joke, or Latin pun. Shakspeare " had no such 
 stuffin his thoughts." ^ Farmer. 
 
76 OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 (q)—'^ Shake but 7/ our fst at me.'' In the quarto It was, 
 " man but a rush at me ;"— this I corrected to " rush but 
 a man at me," but I find '' shake but your fist" is the more 
 correct reading. Steevens. 
 
 ■ '' Shake but your Jist:' I incline to believe that " man 
 
 but a rush" is correct, and I am positive our Poet was 
 indebted for the thought, to '^ T. Purfoote's Battell of 
 the Frogges and Myce, and certain orations of Isocrates, 
 entered at Stationers' Hall, the 4th January, 1579 :^' — in 
 which the frog IIypsiboas runs Lichenor through with a 
 rush. The expression " rush but a man" is common- 
 place : besides, we have it in Lear, " Arm it in rags, a 
 pigmy's straw (rush) doth pierce it." Ben Jonson could 
 have read it to Shakspeare in the origin^. 
 
 Warburton. 
 
 ■ —- ^' Shake but your JistJ^' Dr. Warburton, as usual, has 
 
 made a powerful exertjon to prove how extended was 
 our Bard's classicalknowledge; but with his usual ill-suc- 
 cess. '' Man but a rush" is synonymous with '' puff at me 
 and I'm settled," like a child's house of cards. I incline 
 to '' Shake but my fist," for I am weary of these alterca- 
 tions. Farmer. 
 
 (r) — ^^ Turn demum praeceps saltu sese omnibus armis 
 In fluvium dedit: — ille, sue gurgite flavo, 
 Accepit Tenientem-— ^neidos, Lib.ix. 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 77 
 
 % 
 
 '^ With that, he bolted, wig and all. 
 
 Into the river yellow. 
 Which circled round, in joy not smallj 
 ' The poor be-devill'd fellow !" 
 
 (s) — " He^s gone ! though Jloats his zoig^ — the QeneraVs 
 ^eadP^ There is a degree of pathos in this expression 
 which has always caused in me a sensation of unfeigned 
 and unconquerable sorrow. Gratiano, the uncle of Des- 
 demona, appears to pity and bewail the demise of the 
 hapless Othello, so sensibly, as almost to forget that his 
 niece has just died, in a ^tate of sanity, the death of a 
 Bedlamite ! He watches, with anxious solicitude, for the 
 General's emergement ; but^ seeing the wig alone buoyant, 
 breaks into the feeling remark — >" The General's dead ! " 
 — I own I am happy to have completed my revisal of this 
 scene. It is affecting to misery itself* Johnson. 
 
 (i) — '' ever wed the biack,-^ If the Actors represented the 
 parts in this play, in the order in which they refer to their 
 names, our Bard enacted -Gratiano. It is a character 
 fraught with that dignified mildness which peculiarly 
 marked Shakspeare. On this subject, I cannot -avoid 
 noticing the obstinacy of the female who shews the house 
 and its several rooms, in which our Poet was born, at 
 Stratford. I will even forgive her shewing me a rusty 
 sword with which she insists Shakspe^tre played the Witch, 
 as she calls it, in Hamlet, or the Ghost, she's not certain ; 
 — but she has dared to insist that a little sylph-like figure in 
 a picture-frame of 5 inches by 3, clothed in a court-dress, 
 g3 
 
OTHELLO-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 I thinkj is a painting of our Author^ in, to my horror be 
 it written, — Ariel ! ! I — I have reasoned with her on the 
 subject, but all in vain ; I haie laid traps to find whether 
 she calls it any other character, but all in Tain ; Ariel it 
 is, and Ariel it mast be. The town-officers of Stratfor^J 
 should look to this. It is worse than Gastrell's pulling 
 down Shakspeare's house, and burning his itiulberry- tree ! 
 All that! could do, I did, to make this wretched woman 
 see through her error, but in vain : I might as well have 
 preached to one of the sirloins of beef, proh pudor ! for 
 sale in the very house where our immortal Bard was 
 born. I leave it to those who are fated to work, unforeseen 
 changes, to argue thh obstinate female into reason : I am 
 wearied with the task. It is the stone of Sisyphus. 
 
 Stbetins. 
 
 End of the Notes. 
 
A SONET;* ^^ 
 
 AN ENSI NE 'SV HIS LEDiE. 
 
 An aut do es alo rcr % rale 
 
 De clare in his lorturSD an pane ! 
 
 De re Makt^ dis tua tale 
 
 E re ago stat ure prajsens his lanae ! 
 
 Ure ante cano te Yer dctectus ; — 
 
 Totiiis, him s in i dare! 
 Sum cum redes ara^ seu re tu protectus ;— 
 
 Ah hastae, aii dele notae, de re fare ! — 
 
 3 
 
 In a trans poWai tu se i figo, * 
 
 Re ilecte; — i me ne re seu morae ; 
 
 Bimi sole, i se, sum teres me flo, 
 Alo yer tu late tu re sto re* 
 
 * This, together with the subsequent prose, composition, 
 was suggested tome by a perusal of Swift's Consultation of 
 Physicians and Lore-Yerses, in a similar style. 
 
 Ibef. 
 
cO AN ENSI N£ TU HIS LEDtE. 
 
 4 
 Atlas time sorse sic^ i labor de ; — 
 
 An di do es ures lite de re Heu ; 
 I sij biijfe bf^otes, bimi sorde ; — 
 " Piitato es an Mari a diu /'' 
 
 5 
 Forti Majores fur Mari me si ; — 
 
 (A scilicet^ i miis telu ;) 
 An Ensine, de re Mari, as i, 
 
 A do res, e reri instant^ anu. 
 
 Heu Miles. 
 
AH! TRANCE LAY SHONE. 
 
 A SONNET; 
 
 AN ENSIGN TO Ulf^ LADY. 
 
 1 
 
 Ah ! nought does a lover avail 
 Declaring his torture and pain ! 
 
 Dear Mary, ah ! list to a tale. 
 
 Ere a ghost at your presence has lain ! 
 
 2 
 Your aunt cannot ever detect us;— 
 
 To tie US5 her cousin I dare ! 
 Some comrades are sure to protect us ; — 
 
 Ah, haste, and delay not, dear fair I 
 
 3 
 
 In a transport to sea if I go, 
 
 Reflect; — I may ne'er see you more ; 
 By my soul, I say, some tears may flow, 
 
 A lover too late to restore. 
 
82 AN ENSIGN TO IIIS LADY. 
 
 4 
 At lastj, I'm sore sick, ill aboard ; — 
 
 And die does your slighted dear Hugh ; 
 I sigh, by my boots, by my sword ; — 
 
 " Potatoes and Mary adieu ! " 
 
 5 
 Forty Majors for Mary may sigh : — 
 
 (A silly set, I must tell you ;) 
 An Ensign, dear Mary, as I, 
 Adores, ev'ry instact, anew. 
 
 Hugh Mii^'^.j. 
 
BONA PARTES VI SIT TU HIS ERE.^^ 
 
 (BYIBEF.) 
 
 (Bonaparte^ aDodor^ an an Ursw.) 
 
 Bona parte. Mei no, prae, is mi de re Bab'K sic, orno ? 
 
 An Ursce, His imperiale hei nes has a pane in his purae 
 de re imperiale belli ! * 
 
 Doctor. His imperiale hei nes has bene sic; agri pes usu 
 alto anni babae^ at his time. 
 
 Bonaparte, Doctor, in casst he dies, ndi, an e veri o ne 
 here dies. 
 
 An Ursce, O mei ne ve: se his imperiale hei nes di ! — 
 
 Doctor, O me his imperiale hei nes o ut do Me^ thus alee 
 me! — 
 
 * The " King of the Romans" was severely affiicted»by the 
 colic, soon after his birth ; his affectionate father's anxiety 
 originated the above conversation. The feeling expressed by 
 him proves that his Majesty, the little King of tho Romans, 
 (the same title, by* the bye, is now justly applied to a famed 
 Catholic Champion, oi imperial stature, Major Bryais, of 
 Dublin,) was in a state nearly equal to that which could have 
 alone suggested the following epigr:im.matic impromptu on 
 the report of the little Emperor having most expeditiously left 
 this sublunary world, almost, indeed, as ^oon as he camo 
 into it. 
 
 , " Soon as the royal baby came to light, 
 He saw his father, and he died of fright !" 
 
84 BONA PARTES VI SIT TU HIS ERE. 
 
 Bonaparte. Do es he spe ac ? 
 
 An Unoe. A no ! — acri, ortu, alo ne has de lite de me. 
 
 Bona parte. Has he longse ed fora sorde ora cano nat anni 
 time ? ^ 
 
 An Ursce. A no I — apis tolle has notae bene menti o ne 
 di de claie. 
 
 Bojiajmrie, Do es hu - -nrle hei nes eat'^ 
 
 An Ursce, Nono : — marcus : -so his imperialehei nes at 
 ab reitit is iraperiale avi de te\ 
 
 Bona parie. Has mibabae annos as longas mi ne? — 
 
 Doctor, In time. ' 
 An Ursce, Prae^ mei puUi te moriE, Doctor, tu ad tu his nos 
 esscies? (aside,) 
 
 Doctor. Si lens, — (as I de,) 
 
 Bonaparte, Do es his imperiale hei nes fretas tu a faris o« 
 pane? 
 
 An Ursw, No : — Mas se na has notae bene murmured; — 
 his im.periale hei nes lis pes ^' Ac ob et !" as a par et si de 
 '' Crus O !" (Here his imperiale hei nes nes es.) 
 
 Bonaparte, O mi ! O mi ! — ringe a bellat No ter Damna3, 
 an alarum my siti ! ! ! — 
 
 An Urtsce, A bibis neces arae : his imperiale hei nes aut 
 tu o ne a bibi se. 
 
 Doctor, His imperiale hei nes aut notes labor. 
 
 Bonaparte, O no; — bino me nes; — does his imperiale 
 hei nes no re as anni cDmmune babae ? — -api ne a pellis ad mira 
 belli here, tu eas his sto macto qui et nes. 
 
 An Ursce, Anni morte questio nes, prge ? (in ebrie te de,) 
 
 Bona parte, Cursu, uret ipse! 
 
 An Ursce, Alibi mi virgini te ! — ■ 
 
 Bonaparte. An ursis e ?er in solent !— 
 
BONA PARTES VI SIT TU HIS ERE. 85 
 
 An Ursce. Alia gentfi. (morce in ebrie te de.) 
 
 Bonaparte, 1 figo, aa in ire, ure ad ed subjecte ! 
 
 An Ursce. I fugo, " an in ire," herls ad ed imperiale 
 babae ; — it is veri fine, mi te fine ! — damnae e veri imperiale 
 cur, I se; ab as tarde, tu ! — 
 
 Bona parte. Alibi mi sole ! — uno itis alii se ! — is it nota?. 
 Doctor ? — 
 
 Doctor. As falsas lielice, an declare I 
 
 An Ursce. It is a facti se ; — Ama me lucis his si re; — tu 
 pes arae notae mora* ac in 1 
 
 [Here Bonaparte nox ^^ an Ursae^^'an " a Doctor" o ut o 
 do re»5 — sum ens a gardiiia furi, ses, " attende tu his irnpe^ 
 riale heimes I " — an yanis his in a passio ne ! ! !] 
 
 H 
 
PRINTED FOR J. J. STOCKDJLE. 
 
 PURSUITS OF AGRICULTURE, 
 
 A SATIRICAL POEM. 
 
 WITH NOTES, 
 Price 10«. 6d. 
 
 THE COVENT-GARDEN JOURNAL, 
 
 CONTAINING 
 
 HISTORY, LETTERS, ESSAYS, JEUX 
 D'ESPRIT, &c. 
 
 Four beautiful Views of Covent-Garden New Theatre. 
 
 ^7>ois. jgl, 6s. Od. Large paper^ proofsy £%, As. 6d. 
 
 ALL THE TALENTS, 
 
 A SATIRICAL POEM. 
 
 With Notes, Frontispiece, &c. 
 Nineteenth Edition, Price 6^, On Drawing paper, 10s. 6d. 
 
FEINTED FOR J. J. STOCKDJLE, 
 ' ALL THE TALENTS' GARLAND, 
 
 Including 
 I ELIJJIPS MANTLE, AND OTHER POEMS\ 
 
 Of the same Author. 
 Third Edition, Price 4$, 
 
 THE SIMPLICIAD, 
 
 A SATIRICO DRAMATIC POEM, 
 Price 2*. 
 
 THE SCOTIAD, 
 
 OR 
 
 WISE MEN OF THE NORTH. 
 
 A Satire on the Edinburgh Reviewers. 
 Price 2s. 6d. 
 
 THECOMET, 
 
 A MOCK NEWSPAPER. 
 
 > 
 By the Author of " All the Talents." ^'^ 
 
 Price 3s, 6d. 
 
PRINTED FOR J. J. STOCKDALE. 
 
 SIR FRANTIC THE REFORMER ; 
 
 OR THE HUMO'URS OF 
 
 THE CROWN AND ANCHOR. 
 
 Price 4s, 
 
 THE BELLUM CATILINARIUM 
 
 OF 
 
 SALLUST-TRAVESTIE. 
 
 A fine Specimen of Senatorial Wrangling. 
 Price 1^. 
 
 SONNETS, 
 
 ADDRESfED TO 
 
 Mrs. CLARKE, Miss TAYLOR, COBBETT, 
 
 WARDLE, WUITBREAD, Lord FOLRSTONE, 
 
 And others. 
 
 Price "is. 6(1. 
 
 J 
 
-/\5-^y4 
 
 I 'in 
 
l^r,l^ 
 
 f. 
 
 1^