 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...  CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE - Strana 7autor/autoři: WILLIAM LYON PHELPS - 1912Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 str.
...Othello go? Now — how doft thou look now ? Oh ill-ftar'd Wenchf Pale as thy Smock! When we (hall meet at Compt, This look of thine will hurl my Soul from Heav'n, And Fiends will fnatch at it. Cold, cold, my Girl £ Even like thy Chaftity. O curfed, curftd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 572 str.
...Now, how dost thou look now i O ill starr'd wench t Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at conipt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,...it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity. — • 460 O cursed, cursed slave ! — Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 440 str.
...you go back dismay'd ? '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?...snatch at it. — Cold, cold, my girl ; Even like ihy chastity. — O cursed slave ! — Whip me, yo devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 448 str.
...you go back dismay 'd? '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!' 7 A better never did itself sustain Upon a soldier's thigh:] So, in The Tipo A'ublc Kinsmen, In Beaumont... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 438 str.
...you go hack dismay 'd? 'tis a lost fear; Man hut a rush against Othello's hreast, And he retires; — Where should Othello go? — Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench!1 7 Jl better never didit self sustain Upon a soldier's thigh :] So, in The Two Nohle Kinsmen,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 str.
...go back dismay'd ? '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 wonch ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 str.
...go back dismay'd"? '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 !1 Pale as thy smock ? when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 596 str.
...Othello's breast, And he retires. Where should Othello go ? Now- how dost thou look now ? oh, ill-starred wench ! Pale as thy smock! When we shall meet at compt,...Cold, cold, my girl, Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave ! Whip me, ye devils ! From the possession of this heavenly sight; Slow me about in winds, roast... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 276 str.
...rush agaiust O'hello's hreast, And he retires; — Where shonld Oihello go ? — Now, how dost thon look now? O ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock!...thine will hurl my soul from heaven. And fiends will suatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity. — O cursed, cursrd slave! — Wnip me,... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 588 str.
...Othello's breast, And he retires. Where should Othello go ? Now how dost thou look now ? oh, ill-starred wench ! Pale as thy smock ! When we shall meet at...my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Gold, cold, my girl, Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave ! Whip me, ye devils ! From the possession... | |
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