If after every tempest come such calms.
May the winds blow till they have wakened death,
And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas
Olympus-high, and duck again as low
As hell’s from heaven. If it were now to die,
‘T were now to be most happy: for I fearMy soul hath her content so absolute
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.
(Act II, Scene One, lines 179 – 187) 46.
A. Brabantio
B. Othello
C. Duke
D. Montano
Correct Answer:
Option B – Othello