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... courses Subdue and poison this young maid's affections ; Or came it by request and such fair question As soul to soul affordeth ? Oth . I do beseech you , Send for the lady to the Sagittary , And let 16 OTHELLO , THE MOOR OF VENICE ACT I.
... courses Subdue and poison this young maid's affections ; Or came it by request and such fair question As soul to soul affordeth ? Oth . I do beseech you , Send for the lady to the Sagittary , And let 16 OTHELLO , THE MOOR OF VENICE ACT I.
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... lady's love , And she in mine . Duke . Say it , Othello . Oth . Her father lov'd me ; oft invited me ; Still question'd me the story of my life From year to year , the battles , sieges , fortunes That I have pass'd . I ran it through ...
... lady's love , And she in mine . Duke . Say it , Othello . Oth . Her father lov'd me ; oft invited me ; Still question'd me the story of my life From year to year , the battles , sieges , fortunes That I have pass'd . I ran it through ...
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... lady ; let her witness it . Enter DESDEMONA , IAGO , and Attendants . Duke . I think this tale would win my daughter too . Good Brabantio , Take up this mangled matter at the best ; Men do their broken weapons rather use Than their bare ...
... lady ; let her witness it . Enter DESDEMONA , IAGO , and Attendants . Duke . I think this tale would win my daughter too . Good Brabantio , Take up this mangled matter at the best ; Men do their broken weapons rather use Than their bare ...
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... lady ! and the grace of heaven , Before , behind thee , and on every hand , Enwheel thee round ! Des . I thank you , valiant Cassio . What tidings can you tell me of my lord ? Cas . He is not yet arriv'd ; nor know I aught But that he's ...
... lady ! and the grace of heaven , Before , behind thee , and on every hand , Enwheel thee round ! Des . I thank you , valiant Cassio . What tidings can you tell me of my lord ? Cas . He is not yet arriv'd ; nor know I aught But that he's ...
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... should'st praise me ? Iago . O gentle lady , do not put me to ' t , For I am nothing if not critical . Des . Come on ; assay . There's one gone to the harbour ? Iago . Ay , madam . Des . I am SCENE I OTHELLO , THE MOOR OF VENICE 29.
... should'st praise me ? Iago . O gentle lady , do not put me to ' t , For I am nothing if not critical . Des . Come on ; assay . There's one gone to the harbour ? Iago . Ay , madam . Des . I am SCENE I OTHELLO , THE MOOR OF VENICE 29.
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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.