The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Svazek 12Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Strana 16
... noble self , I am sure , is sent for . Bra . How ! the duke in council ! In this time of the night ! -Bring him away : Mine's not an idle cause : the duke himself , Or any of my brothers of the state , Cannot but feel this wrong , as ...
... noble self , I am sure , is sent for . Bra . How ! the duke in council ! In this time of the night ! -Bring him away : Mine's not an idle cause : the duke himself , Or any of my brothers of the state , Cannot but feel this wrong , as ...
Strana 19
... noble and approv'd good masters , — That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter , It is most true ; true , I have married her ; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent , no more . Rude am I in my speech , And little ...
... noble and approv'd good masters , — That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter , It is most true ; true , I have married her ; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent , no more . Rude am I in my speech , And little ...
Strana 23
... noble company , Where most you owe obedience ? Des . My noble father , I do perceive here a divided duty : To you , I am bound for life , and education ; My life , and education , both do learn me How to respect you ; you are the lord ...
... noble company , Where most you owe obedience ? Des . My noble father , I do perceive here a divided duty : To you , I am bound for life , and education ; My life , and education , both do learn me How to respect you ; you are the lord ...
Strana 27
... noble signior , If virtue no delighted beauty lack , [ To BRABANTIO . Your son - in - law is far more fair than black . 1st Sen. Adieu , brave Moor ! use Desdemona well . Bra . Look to her , Moor ; have a quick eye to see ; She has ...
... noble signior , If virtue no delighted beauty lack , [ To BRABANTIO . Your son - in - law is far more fair than black . 1st Sen. Adieu , brave Moor ! use Desdemona well . Bra . Look to her , Moor ; have a quick eye to see ; She has ...
Strana 32
... noble ship of Venice Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance On most part of their fleet . Mon. How is this true ? 3d Gent . The ship is here put in , A Veronesé ; Michael Cassio , Lieutenant to the warlike Moor , Othello , Is come on ...
... noble ship of Venice Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance On most part of their fleet . Mon. How is this true ? 3d Gent . The ship is here put in , A Veronesé ; Michael Cassio , Lieutenant to the warlike Moor , Othello , Is come on ...
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Antonio ARIEL beseech Bian blood Boatswain Brabantio Caliban Cassio Cesario Cyprus daughter dear Desdemona devil dost thou doth drowned Duke duke of Milan Emil EMILIA Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN Farewell father fool foul gentleman give hand handkerchief hang hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour i'the Iago Illyria is't knave lady lieutenant look lord madam Malvolio MARIA Marry master Michael Cassio Milan Mira mistress monster Moor Naples never night noble Olivia pr'ythee pray PROSPERO Re-enter Roderigo SCENE SEBASTIAN sing Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir TOBY BELCH sir Topas soul speak spirit Stephano strange sweet sword Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast to-night Trin Trinculo twas Venice villain VIOLA What's wife
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Strana 74 - 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. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Strana 63 - 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.
Strana 71 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, 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.
Strana 149 - em. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; wouldst give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Strana 115 - 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.
Strana 209 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Strana 115 - Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Strana 205 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Strana 19 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery ; of my redemption thence, And portance in my...
Strana 162 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.