...sees himself as one of the damned, forever excluded from the sight of Heaven at the last judgement: When we shall meet at compt This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven And f1ends will snatch at it. (v.2..2.71- 3) This despair of one irredeemably cast off is again reminiscent...

...'heavenly light' and 'i'the dark,' for, thinking forward to the Last Judgment, the Moor foresees that 'This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, / And fiends will snatch at it,' and calls out: 'Whip me, ye devils, / From the possession of this heavenly sight!' (ll. 174— 9). Moments...

...heaven. His words to the dead Desdemona reveal that he knows his destination after his "journey's end." "When we shall meet at compt, / This look of thine...my soul from heaven, /And fiends will snatch at it" (5.2.273-75). His ending, informed by the large idea of justice — with Othello recognizing himself...

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...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...compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven . . . Whip me, ye devils From the possession of this heavenly sight! Blow me about in winds! Roast...

...Othello go ? He goes to the bed Now, how dost thou look now? 0 ill-starred wench' Pale as thy smock I When we shall meet at compt This look of thine will...my soul from heaven And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl, Even like thy chastity. O cursed, cursed slave! Whip me, ye devils, From the possession...

...to convey to the audience by a speaking gesture her chill lifelessness: when we shall meet at count, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it: cold, cold, my girl, Even like thy chastity. (5.2.274-7) It is not possible for Othello to say the...

...the moment of Christ's death. When Othello imagines her performing the Last Judgment on his soul - "When we shall meet at compt, / This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven" (5.2.271-2) - and when he realizes that, in casting her aside, he "Like the base Judean, threw a pearl...

...Now: how dost thou look now? Oh ill-starred wench; Pale as thy smock! When we shall meet at count, 325 This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl, Even like thy chastity. Oh, cursed slave! Whip me, you devils, From the possession...

...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 count, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it: cold, cold,...