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Desdemona's agitated air, on the other hand, under Rossini's treatment, though broken short in the vocal phrase, is magnificently sustained by the orchestra, and a genuine passion is made consistently musical; and then the wonderful burst of bravura, where despair and resolution run riot without violating the bounds of strict beauty in music these are master-strokes of genius restrained by art.
The sunken hollows of the Lady Desdemona's sides gave extraordinary prominence to her low-hanging and not too well-filled dugs. Her shape and general appearance were strangely different from those of the sleek and shining young bitch whose beauty had aroused so much enthusiasm in the minds of all judges who had seen her at Shaws.
And then came Desdemona's answer as Finn's great bulk blocked the entrance. This time her voice struck a note quite new to her. She understood now that Finn understood; she knew she was not to be called upon to shield that which she cherished in the cave there from immediate peril. There was rest and thankfulness in Desdemona's voice now; but withal, as Finn entered, there was more.
With Lear's madness was Cordelia's affection; with the inhumanity of Shylock was Jessica's trust; with the Moor's jealousy was Desdemona's devotion. The sweet and bitter of life, religion, poetry and philosophy, ambition, revenge and superstition, controlled, created or destroyed by that little word.
But, as it happens, one is able faithfully to record the Lady Desdemona's actions and experiences; and from that record, in the light of her previous intercourse with the Irish wolfhound, one is free to draw one's own conclusions as to motives and inspirations.
Only the nightingale answered from the willows, with Desdemona's song. But Bébée had never heard of Desdemona, and the willows had no sigh for her. "Good night!" she said, softly, to all the green dewy sleeping world, and then she lay down and slept herself. The nightingale sang on, and the willows trembled.
As evening drew near, my cares and occupations were redoubled. My Iago I had fears for 'tis true he was an admirable Lord Grizzle in Tom Thumb but then then I had to paint the whole company, and bear all their abuse besides, for not making some of the most ill-looking wretches, perfect Apollos; but, last of all, I was sent for, at a quarter to seven, to lace Desdemona's stays.
The gymnastics of courtesy ended without back-falls Cibber lowered his tone. "You are right, Bracy. It is nonsense denying the young fellow's talent; but his Othello, now, Bracy! be just his Othello!" "Oh, dear! oh, dear!" cried she; "I thought it was Desdemona's little black boy come in without the tea-kettle." Quin laughed uproariously. "It made me laugh a deal more than Mr. Quin's Falstaff.
For all his practical readiness of martial eye and ruling hand in action, he is also in his season "of imagination all compact." Therefore it is that in the face and teeth of all devils akin to Iago that hell could send forth to hiss at her election, we feel and recognise the spotless exaltation, the sublime and sun-bright purity, of Desdemona's inevitable and invulnerable love.
Frequently though he visited the down-ridge cave, he did not live there, and being still attached to a regular man-made home, he never adopted any set hunting routine, any more than he reverted to any other among the habits of wild life. He did not reason with himself regarding Desdemona's position or needs.
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