 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 str.
...flave had forty thoufand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my Revenge. Now do I fee, 'tis true.- Look here, lago, All my fond love thus do I blow to heav'n : 'Tis gone ;. Arife, black vengeance, from the hollow hell ! Yield up, oh love, thy crown and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 str.
...flavc had forty thoufand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I fee 'tis true. Look here, lago, All my fond love thus do I blow to heav'n : 'Tis gone . . Arife, black vengeance, from the hollow hell ! Yield up, oh love, thy crown... | |
 | John Shebbeare - 1755 - 316 str.
...thoufand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I fee 'tis true. Look here, Jago, All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven. Tis gone >-— Arife black vengeance from the hollow hell; Yield . up, oh love ! thy crown and hearted throne... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 436 str.
...flave had forty thoufand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I fee, 'tis true. Look here, lago, All my fond love thus do I blow to heav'n : 'Tis gone ; ; . „• Arife, black vengeance, from the hollow heil ! Yield up, oh love, thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 str.
...(lave had forty thoufand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. 7 Now do I fee, 'tis true. Look here, lago, All my fond love thus do I blow to heav'n : 'Tis gone j* » a fortgoni conclufion ;] Conclujioa, for fail. WARB. i Othsl. 'Tit a Jhrtv:d... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 str.
...lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now ' do I fee 'tis m true. — Look here, faga, All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. — Arife, black vengeance, from * thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O Love, thy crown and ° hearted throne... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 str.
...flave had forty thoufand livc$4 One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. " Now do I fee 'tis time. Look here, lago, " All my fond love thus do I blow to heav'n. " 'Tis gor.e ; " Arife, black vengeance, from th' unhallow'd cellJ Yield up, oh Love, thy crown... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 370 str.
...thoufand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I fee 'tis true. Look here, IHJJO, All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven; 'Tis gone; A rife black vengeance from the hollow heli ! Yield up, oh love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous... | |
 | George Colman - 1777 - 368 str.
....Pant. 'Tis mighty fine ! extremely well ! But you fhall fuffer, madam Bell ! RECITATIVO accompanied. " All my fond love thus do I blow to Heaven ; " 'Tis gone." — And now, fair lady, we are even. RECITATIVE. Leander, you fhall fuffer too The punifhment fo much... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 str.
...flave had forty thoufand lives ; One is too poor, too weak for my revenge ! Now do I fee 'tis true. — Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven. Othello, A. 3, S. 3; Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had ftomach for them all. Othello,... | |
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O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy... 
