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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13. oldal
... 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 ' twere their own : For if such actions may have passage free , Bond THE MOOR OF VENICE : 13.
... 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 ' twere their own : For if such actions may have passage free , Bond THE MOOR OF VENICE : 13.
17. oldal
... cause , In speaking for myself : Yet , by your gracious patience , I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love ; what drugs , what charms , A What conjuration , and what mighty magick , ( For such proceeding I am ...
... cause , In speaking for myself : Yet , by your gracious patience , I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love ; what drugs , what charms , A What conjuration , and what mighty magick , ( For such proceeding I am ...
26. oldal
... cause is hearted ; thine hath no less reason : Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him if thou canst cuckold him , thou dost thyself a pleasure , and me a sport . There are many events in the womb of time , which will be ...
... cause is hearted ; thine hath no less reason : Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him if thou canst cuckold him , thou dost thyself a pleasure , and me a sport . There are many events in the womb of time , which will be ...
32. oldal
... cause to say so . Jago . Come on , come on ; you are pictures out of doors , Bells in your parlours , wild cats in your kitchens , Saints in your injuries , devils being offended , Players in your housewifery , and housewives in your ...
... cause to say so . Jago . Come on , come on ; you are pictures out of doors , Bells in your parlours , wild cats in your kitchens , Saints in your injuries , devils being offended , Players in your housewifery , and housewives in your ...
37. oldal
... cause these of Cyprus to mudny ; whose qualification shall come into no true taste again , but by the displanting of Cassio . So shall you have a shorter journey to your desires , by the means I shall then have to prefer them ; and the ...
... cause these of Cyprus to mudny ; whose qualification shall come into no true taste again , but by the displanting of Cassio . So shall you have a shorter journey to your desires , by the means I shall then have to prefer them ; and the ...
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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.