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... Brother to Brabantio . LODOVICO , Kinsman to Brabantio . OTHELLO , a noble Moor in the service of the Venetian state . CASSIO , his Lieutenant . IAGO , his Ancient . RODERIGO , a Venetian Gentleman . MONTANO , Governor of Cyprus . Clown ...
... Brother to Brabantio . LODOVICO , Kinsman to Brabantio . OTHELLO , a noble Moor in the service of the Venetian state . CASSIO , his Lieutenant . IAGO , his Ancient . RODERIGO , a Venetian Gentleman . MONTANO , Governor of Cyprus . Clown ...
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... brother . O ! would you had had her . Some one way , some another ! Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor ? Rod . I think I can discover him , if you please To get good guard and go along with me . 8 Аст OTHELLO , THE MOOR ...
... brother . O ! would you had had her . Some one way , some another ! Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor ? Rod . I think I can discover him , if you please To get good guard and go along with me . 8 Аст OTHELLO , THE MOOR ...
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... brother ; and can he be angry ? Something of moment then ; I will go meet him ; There's matter in ' t indeed , if he be angry . Des . I prithee , do so . Exit IAGO . Something , sure , of state , Either from Venice , or some unhatch'd ...
... brother ; and can he be angry ? Something of moment then ; I will go meet him ; There's matter in ' t indeed , if he be angry . Des . I prithee , do so . Exit IAGO . Something , sure , of state , Either from Venice , or some unhatch'd ...
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... or evil ? Lod . As you shall prove us , praise us . Iago . Signior Lodovico ? Lod . He , sir . Iago . I cry you mercy . villains . Gra . Cassio ! Here's Cassio hurt by Iago . How is ' t , brother ? Cas 96 ACT V OTHELLO , THE MOOR OF VENICE.
... or evil ? Lod . As you shall prove us , praise us . Iago . Signior Lodovico ? Lod . He , sir . Iago . I cry you mercy . villains . Gra . Cassio ! Here's Cassio hurt by Iago . How is ' t , brother ? Cas 96 ACT V OTHELLO , THE MOOR OF VENICE.
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William Shakespeare Nicolaus Delius. Iago . How is ' t , brother ? Cas . My leg is cut in two . Iago . Marry , heaven forbid ! Light , gentlemen ; I'll bind it with my shirt . Enter BIANCA . Bian . What is the matter , ho ? who is't that ...
William Shakespeare Nicolaus Delius. Iago . How is ' t , brother ? Cas . My leg is cut in two . Iago . Marry , heaven forbid ! Light , gentlemen ; I'll bind it with my shirt . Enter BIANCA . Bian . What is the matter , ho ? who is't that ...
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Alexas Attendants BELARIUS beseech blood Brabantio Cæs Cæsar call'd Cassio Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten CYMBELINE Cyprus dead dear death Desdemona devil dost doth Duke Egypt Emil EMILIA ENOBARBUS Eros EUPHRONIUS Exeunt Exit eyes false farewell father fear fool fortune friends Fulvia gentlemen give gods Guard GUIDERIUS hand handkerchief hath hear heart heaven honest honour Iach IACHIMO Iago Imogen Iras Julius Cæsar king kiss lady Leonatus Lepidus lieutenant look lov'd madam Mark Antony married master Mess Michael Cassio mistress Moor never night noble Octa Octavia Othello Parthia Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pray prithee PROCULEIUS queen Re-enter Roderigo Roman Rome SCENE Second Lord Sold soldier soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night villain What's wife
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 306 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Seite 53 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Seite 106 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Seite 95 - I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Seite 51 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
Seite 31 - Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Seite 21 - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world ; my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind ; And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
Seite 216 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't ; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping : his delights Were dolphin-like ; they show'd his back above The element they liv'd in : in his livery Walk'd crowns, and crownets ; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pocket.
Seite 95 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause.
Seite 56 - s honest. lago. Long live she so : and long live you to think so ! Oth. And yet, how nature erring from itself, — lago. Ay, there 's the point : — as, — to be bold with you,— Not to affect many proposed matches, Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, Whereto, we see.