The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, 20. kötetGerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1813 |
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8. oldal
... believe , That , from the sense of all civility , I thus would play and trifle with your Re- verence : Your daughter , if you have not given her leave , Τ say again , hath made a gross revolt ; Tying her duty , beauty , wit , and ...
... believe , That , from the sense of all civility , I thus would play and trifle with your Re- verence : Your daughter , if you have not given her leave , Τ say again , hath made a gross revolt ; Tying her duty , beauty , wit , and ...
15. oldal
... believe him . Duke . ' Tis certain then for Cyprus . Marcus Lucchese , is he not in town ? 1. Sen. He's now in Florence . ww Duke . Write from us ; wish him post - post- haste despatch . 1. Sen. Here comes Brabantio , and the valiant ...
... believe him . Duke . ' Tis certain then for Cyprus . Marcus Lucchese , is he not in town ? 1. Sen. He's now in Florence . ww Duke . Write from us ; wish him post - post- haste despatch . 1. Sen. Here comes Brabantio , and the valiant ...
36. oldal
... believe that in her ; she is full of most bless'd condition . Iago . Bless'd fig's end ! the wine she drinks is made of grapes : if she had been bless'd , she would never have loved the Moor : Bless'd pudding ! Didst thou not see her ...
... believe that in her ; she is full of most bless'd condition . Iago . Bless'd fig's end ! the wine she drinks is made of grapes : if she had been bless'd , she would never have loved the Moor : Bless'd pudding ! Didst thou not see her ...
37. oldal
... 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 THE MOOR OF VENICE . 57.
... 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 THE MOOR OF VENICE . 57.
47. oldal
... believe , receiv'd , From him that fled , some strange indignity , Which patience could not pass . Oth , I know , Iago , Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter , Making it light to Cassio : - Cassio , I love thee ; But never more ...
... believe , receiv'd , From him that fled , some strange indignity , Which patience could not pass . Oth , I know , Iago , Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter , Making it light to Cassio : - Cassio , I love thee ; But never more ...
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alluded ancient Anthropophagi beseech Bian Bianca blood Brabantio called Cyprus daughter demona Desdemona devil dost thou doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit expression exsufflicate fair false fear folio fortune foul Gentlemen give hand handkerchief Hanmer hath heart heaven HENLEY heraldry honest honour husband Iago Jago jealousy JOHNSON kill'd knave lady lago leets Lieutenant light look Lord MALONE Mariamne married MASON matter means Michael Cassio mistress Montano Moor nature never night noble old copies old quarto passage passion play poet poet's Pr'ythee pray quarto reads racter RITSON Roderigo scene seems sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's ship signifies Signior Sir Thomas Hanmer soul speak speech STEEVENS suppose sweet Tago thee thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought to-night true Turk Venetian Venice Verona villain virtue WARBURTON wife word Zounds
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53. oldal - If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it To the last article : my lord shall never rest ; I'll watch him tame '', and talk him out of patience ; His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift ; I'll intermingle every thing he does With Cassio's suit : Therefore be merry, Cassio ; For thy solicitor shall rather die, Than give thy cause away.
62. oldal - If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.
17. oldal - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very 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.
117. oldal - 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 fiends will snatch at it.
17. oldal - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
25. oldal - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners ; so that if we will plant nettles or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
32. oldal - May the winds blow till they have waken'd death ! And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas Olympus-high and duck again as low As hell's from heaven ! If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy...
231. oldal - O, heaven, that such companions thou'dst unfold; And put in every honest hand a whip, To lash the rascal naked through the world, Even from the east to the west ! Emil.
107. oldal - 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.
20. 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.