The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 14. kiadás |
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235. oldal
... respect you ; you are the lord of duty , I am hitherto your daughter : But here's
my husband ; And so much duty as my mother show'd To you , preferring you
before her father , So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor , my
lord .
... respect you ; you are the lord of duty , I am hitherto your daughter : But here's
my husband ; And so much duty as my mother show'd To you , preferring you
before her father , So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor , my
lord .
245. oldal
The ship is here put in , A Veronese 30 ; Michael Cassio , Lieutenant to the
warlike Moor , Othello , Is come on shore : the Moor himself's at sea , And is in full
commission here for Cyprus . Mon. I am glad on't ; ' tis a worthy governour . 3
Gent .
The ship is here put in , A Veronese 30 ; Michael Cassio , Lieutenant to the
warlike Moor , Othello , Is come on shore : the Moor himself's at sea , And is in full
commission here for Cyprus . Mon. I am glad on't ; ' tis a worthy governour . 3
Gent .
253. oldal
Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor , but for bragging , and telling
her fantastical lies : And will she love him still for prating ? let not thy discreet
heart think it . Her eye must be fed ; and what delight shall she have to look on
the ...
Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor , but for bragging , and telling
her fantastical lies : And will she love him still for prating ? let not thy discreet
heart think it . Her eye must be fed ; and what delight shall she have to look on
the ...
255. oldal
That Cassio loves her , I do well believe it ; That she loves him , ' tis apt , and of
great credit : The Moor - howbeit that I endure him not ,Is of a constant , loving ,
noble nature ; And , I dare think , he'll prove to Desdemona A most dear husband
.
That Cassio loves her , I do well believe it ; That she loves him , ' tis apt , and of
great credit : The Moor - howbeit that I endure him not ,Is of a constant , loving ,
noble nature ; And , I dare think , he'll prove to Desdemona A most dear husband
.
271. oldal
And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor , I'll pour this pestilence into his ear ,
That she repeals him for her body's lust ; And , by how much she strives to do him
good , She shall undo her credit with the Moor . So will I turn her virtue into pitch ...
And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor , I'll pour this pestilence into his ear ,
That she repeals him for her body's lust ; And , by how much she strives to do him
good , She shall undo her credit with the Moor . So will I turn her virtue into pitch ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
156. oldal - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
282. oldal - 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.
34. oldal - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
353. oldal - 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...
234. oldal - twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have us'd : Here comes the lady ; let her witness it.
79. oldal - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
102. oldal - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
94. oldal - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
74. oldal - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
143. oldal - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 14. kiadás The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Szerző | William Shakespeare |
| Kiadó | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Eredeti forrása | a New York-i Közkönyvtár |
| Digitalizálva: | 2007. jan. 4. |
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