Shakespeare: Othello -
Bradley on Othello
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From Shakespearean Tragedy (1904), by A. C. Bradley.
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... Othello is, in unrivaled sense of the word, by far the most romantic attend among Shakespeares hit manes; and he is so partly from the strange life of warfare and adventure which he has lived from childhood. He does non belong to our world, and he seems to enter it we know not whence -- almost as if from wonderland. There is something mysterious in his descent from men of imperial siege; in his wanderings in vast deserts and among rattling(a) peoples; in his tales of magic handkerchiefs and prophetic Sibyls; in the sudden obtuse glimpses we get of numberless battles and sieges in which he has played the hero and has borne a charmed life; even in expectation references to his baptism, his being sold to slavery, his sojourn in Aleppo.
And he is not a merely romantic figure; his own genius is romantic. He has not, indeed, the meditative or speculative imagination of juncture; but in the strictest sense of the word he is more poetic than Hamlet.
Indeed, if bingle recalls Othellos most famous speeches -- those that begin, Her father love me, O now for ever, Never, Iago, Had it pleased Heaven, It is the apparent motion, Behold, I have a weapon, Soft you, a word or two before you go -- and if one places side by side with these speeches an equal number by any other hero, one will not enquiry that Othello is the greatest poet of them all. There is the same poetry in his free-and-easy phrases -- like These nine moons wasted, Keep up your quick swords, for the dew will rust them, You chaste stars, It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brooks objurgate, It...
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