Tragedy of Othello, the Moor of VeniceHarper & Brothers, 1881 - 214 páginas |
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1st folio 1st quarto 3d quartos Anthropophagi beseech Bianca blood Brabantio Cassio Clarke Clown Coll Cymb Cyprus Desdemona devil doth Duke early eds edition EDWARD DOWDEN Emilia Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes F. J. FURNIVALL faith false Famagusta farewell favour folio reading fool foul gentle Gentleman give Gratiano handkerchief hath heart heaven HIRAM CORSON honest honour husband Iago Iago's jealous jealousy Johnson knave lady later folios Lear lieutenant Lodovico look lord lov'd Macb Macbeth Malone married Mary Cowden Clarke MERCHANT OF VENICE Michael Cassio mistress Montano Moor murther nature never night noble passion play pray Prithee quarto reading Rich Roderigo SCENE Schmidt Senator sense Shakespeare Signior Sonn soul speak speech Steevens quotes sweet Temp thee thing thou art thou dost thought to-night Venetian Venice villain villany Warb wife willow woman word Zounds
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Página 75 - tis most easy The inclining Desdemona to subdue In any honest suit: she's framed as fruitful As the free elements. And then for her To win the Moor— were't to renounce his baptism, All seals and symbols of redeemed sin, His soul is so enfetter'd to her love, That she may make, unmake, do what she list, Even as her appetite shall play the god With his weak function.
Página 27 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.
Página 142 - 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...
Página 94 - 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.
Página 91 - 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.
Página 60 - It gives me wonder great as my content, To see you here before me. O my soul's joy ! If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death ! And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas, Olympus-high ; and duck again as low As hell's from heaven ! If it were now to die, '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.
Página 26 - As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound ; there is more offence in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition ; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving : you have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.
Página 87 - 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 in all things nature tends, — Foh ! one may smell in such a will most rank, Foul disproportion, thoughts unnatural...
Página 73 - O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains ! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts ! lago.
Página 46 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour ; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate...