William Hazlitt on Edmund Kean’s Othello:  May 6, 1814

      Othello was acted at Drury-Lane last night, the part of Othello by Mr. Kean . . . His voice and person were not altogether in consonance with the character, nor was there throughout that noble tide of deep and sustained passion, impetuous but majestic, that “flows on to the Propontic, and knows no ebb,” which raises our admiration and pity of the lofty-minded Moor.  There were, however, repeated bursts of feeling and energy which we have never seen surpassed.  The whole of the latter part of the third act was a masterpiece of profound pathos and exquisite conception, and its effect on the house was electrical. The tone of voice in which he delivered the beautiful apostrophe, “Then, oh farewell I” struck on the heart and the imagination like the swelling notes of some divine music.   The look, the action, the expression of voice, with which he accompanied the exclamation, “Not a jot, not a jot”; the reflection, “I felt not Cassio’s kisses on her lips”’ and his vow of revenge against Cassio, and abandonment of his love for Desdemona, laid open the very tumult and agony of the soul.

            “When Iago says ‘My Lord, beware of jealousy,’ there was a sudden spasmodic contraction of the body as if he had been abruptly stabbed; his hands were tightly clenched, his features were horribly contracted, his eyes rolled, his shoulders were drawn up and his frame withered.”   --Mary Cowden Clarke, writing about Kean’s Othello in her autobiograpy, published 1896.

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