The final words, _Well, let him go_, are an expression of impatience and anger at Ferdinand, whose absence greatly distressed his father, dreading that he was lost in the storm. This nice operation of the human mind, is by Shakespear exhibited upon another occasion, and finely painted. In the tragedy of _Othello_, Iago, by dark hints and suspicious circumstances, had roused Othello’s jealousy; which, however, appeared too slightly founded to be vented upon Desdemona, its proper object. The perturbation and distress of mind thereby occasioned, produced a momentary resentment against Iago, considered as occasioning the jealousy though innocent. _Othello._ Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore; Be sure of it: give me the ocular proof. Or by the wrath of man’s eternal soul Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, Than answer my wak’d wrath. _Iago._ Is’t come to this? _Othello._ Make me see’t; or, at the least, so prove it, That the probation bear no hinge or loop To hang a doubt on: or woe upon thy life! _Iago._ My Noble Lord---- _Othello._ If thou dost slander her and torture me, Never pray more; abandon all remorse; On horrors head horrors accumulate; Do deeds to make heav’n weep, all earth amaz’d: For nothing canst thou to damnation add Greater than that. _Othello, act 3. sc. 8._ This blind and absurd effect of anger, is more gaily illustrated by Addison, in a story, the _dramatis personæ_ of which are a cardinal, and a spy retained in pay for intelligence. The cardinal is represented as minuting down every thing that is told him. The spy begins with a low voice, “Such an one the advocate whispered to one of his friends within my hearing, that your Eminence was a very great poltron;” and after having given his patron time to take it down, adds, “That another called him a mercenary rascal in a public conversation.” The cardinal replies, “Very well,” and bids him go on. The spy proceeds, and loads him with reports of the same nature, till the cardinal rises in great wrath, calls him an impudent scoundrel, and kicks him out of the room[25]. We meet with instances every day of resentment raised by loss at play, and wreaked on the cards or dice. But anger, a furious passion, is satisfied with a connection still slighter than that of cause and effect, of which Congreve, in the _Mourning Bride_, gives one beautiful example. _Gonsalez._ Have comfort. _Almeria_. Curs’d be that tongue that bids me be of comfort, Curs’d my own tongue that could not move his pity, Curs’d these weak hands that could not hold him here, For he is gone to doom Alphonso’s death. _Act 4. sc. 8._