Othello ; Coriolanus ; Timon of AthensBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1867 |
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... means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart , That I would all my pilgrimage dilate , Whereof by parcels she had something heard , But not intentively : I did consent ; And often did beguile her of her tears , When C 2 SC . III ...
... means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart , That I would all my pilgrimage dilate , Whereof by parcels she had something heard , But not intentively : I did consent ; And often did beguile her of her tears , When C 2 SC . III ...
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... your desires , by the means I shall then have to prefer them ; and the im- pediment most profitably removed , without the which there were no expectation of our pros- perity . Rod . I will do this , if you can SC . I. 37 OTHELLO .
... your desires , by the means I shall then have to prefer them ; and the im- pediment most profitably removed , without the which there were no expectation of our pros- perity . Rod . I will do this , if you can SC . I. 37 OTHELLO .
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... mean to draw the Moor Out of the way , that your converse and business May be more free . Čas . I humbly thank you for't . [ Exit IAGO . I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest . Enter EMILIA . Emil . Good morrow , good ...
... mean to draw the Moor Out of the way , that your converse and business May be more free . Čas . I humbly thank you for't . [ Exit IAGO . I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest . Enter EMILIA . Emil . Good morrow , good ...
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... mean ? Des . Why , your lieutenant , Cassio . Good my lord , If I have any grace , or power to move you , His present reconciliation take ; For , if he be not one that truly loves you , That errs in ignorance and not in cunning , I have ...
... mean ? Des . Why , your lieutenant , Cassio . Good my lord , If I have any grace , or power to move you , His present reconciliation take ; For , if he be not one that truly loves you , That errs in ignorance and not in cunning , I have ...
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... profit To your own person : nay , when I have a suit Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed , It shall be full of poize and difficult weight , And fearful to be granted . Oth . I will deny thee nothing : Whereon , 58 ACT III . OTHELLO .
... profit To your own person : nay , when I have a suit Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed , It shall be full of poize and difficult weight , And fearful to be granted . Oth . I will deny thee nothing : Whereon , 58 ACT III . OTHELLO .
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Alcib Alcibiades Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Brabantio Caius Marcius CAPHIS Cassio Citizens Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli Cyprus Desdemona do't dost thou doth Duke Emil EMILIA enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends gentlemen give gods gold handkerchief hate hath hear heart heaven honest honour Iago is't knave lady Lart lieutenant look lord Timon Lucullus matter Menenius Michael Cassio mistress Moor mother ne'er never noble on't Othello patricians peace PHRYNIA Poet poor pr'ythee pray Re-enter Roderigo Roman Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant SICINIUS slave soldier soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thyself TITUS LARTIUS to-night to't tribunes true trumpet twas Venice villain VIRGILIA voices Volsces Volscian VOLUMNIA what's wife worthy
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Страница 111 - 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.
Страница 68 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Страница 25 - tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus. Our bodies are our gardens ; to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry ; why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
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Страница 72 - 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.
Страница 61 - 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.
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Страница 111 - 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.
Страница 121 - tis a lost fear ; Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires ; — where should Othello go ?— Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it.