The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, 12. ciltLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Sayfa 23
... husband ; And so much duty as my mother show'd To you , preferring you before her father , So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor , my lord . Bra . God be with you ! -I have done : — Please it your grace , on to the ...
... husband ; And so much duty as my mother show'd To you , preferring you before her father , So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor , my lord . Bra . God be with you ! -I have done : — Please it your grace , on to the ...
Sayfa 37
... husband . -How say you , Cassio ? is he not a most profane and liberal counsellor ? Cas . He speaks home , madam ; you may relish him more in the soldier , than in the scholar . Iago . [ Aside . ] He takes her by the palm : Ay , well ...
... husband . -How say you , Cassio ? is he not a most profane and liberal counsellor ? Cas . He speaks home , madam ; you may relish him more in the soldier , than in the scholar . Iago . [ Aside . ] He takes her by the palm : Ay , well ...
Sayfa 41
... husband . Now I do love her too ; Not out of absolute lust , ( though , peradventure , I stand accountant for as great a sin , ) But partly led to diet my revenge , For that I do suspect the lusty Moor Hath leap'd into my seat : the ...
... husband . Now I do love her too ; Not out of absolute lust , ( though , peradventure , I stand accountant for as great a sin , ) But partly led to diet my revenge , For that I do suspect the lusty Moor Hath leap'd into my seat : the ...
Sayfa 53
... so blessed a disposi- tion , that she holds it a vice in her goodness , not to do more than she is requested : This broken joint , between VOL . XVII . D you and her husband , entreat her to splinter ; SCENE III . 53 THE MOOR OF VENICE .
... so blessed a disposi- tion , that she holds it a vice in her goodness , not to do more than she is requested : This broken joint , between VOL . XVII . D you and her husband , entreat her to splinter ; SCENE III . 53 THE MOOR OF VENICE .
Sayfa 54
... husband , entreat her to splinter ; and , my fortunes against any lay worth naming , this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before . Cas . You advise me well . Iago . I protest , in the sincerity of love , and honest ...
... husband , entreat her to splinter ; and , my fortunes against any lay worth naming , this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before . Cas . You advise me well . Iago . I protest , in the sincerity of love , and honest ...
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Antonio ARIEL beseech Bian blood Boatswain Brabantio Caliban Cassio Cesario Cyprus daughter dear Desdemona devil dost thou doth drowned Duke duke of Milan Emil EMILIA Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN Farewell father fool foul gentleman give hand handkerchief hang hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour i'the Iago Illyria is't knave lady lieutenant look lord madam Malvolio MARIA Marry master Michael Cassio Milan Mira mistress monster Moor Naples never night noble Olivia pr'ythee pray PROSPERO Re-enter Roderigo SCENE SEBASTIAN sing Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir TOBY BELCH sir Topas soul speak spirit Stephano strange sweet sword Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast to-night Trin Trinculo twas Venice villain VIOLA What's wife
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Sayfa 74 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Sayfa 63 - 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.
Sayfa 71 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Sayfa 149 - em. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; wouldst give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Sayfa 115 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Sayfa 209 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Sayfa 115 - 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.
Sayfa 205 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Sayfa 19 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery ; of my redemption thence, And portance in my...
Sayfa 162 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.