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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22. oldal
... voice , To assist my simpleness . " Duke . What would you , Desdemona ? Des . That I did love the Moor to live with him ' , My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world ; my heart's subdu'd Even 22 OTHELLO ,
... voice , To assist my simpleness . " Duke . What would you , Desdemona ? Des . That I did love the Moor to live with him ' , My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world ; my heart's subdu'd Even 22 OTHELLO ,
25. oldal
... live is a torment : and then have we a prescription to die , when death is our physician . Tago . O villainous ! I ... lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sen- suality , the blood and baseness of our natures would ...
... live is a torment : and then have we a prescription to die , when death is our physician . Tago . O villainous ! I ... lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sen- suality , the blood and baseness of our natures would ...
44. oldal
... : God's will , Lieutenant ! hold ; You will be sham'd for ever . Enter OTHELLO , and Attendants . Oth . What is the matter here ? Mon. 1 bleed still , I am hurt to the death ; he dies . - Oth . Hold , for your lives . Iago . 124 OTHELLO ,
... : God's will , Lieutenant ! hold ; You will be sham'd for ever . Enter OTHELLO , and Attendants . Oth . What is the matter here ? Mon. 1 bleed still , I am hurt to the death ; he dies . - Oth . Hold , for your lives . Iago . 124 OTHELLO ,
45. oldal
... lives . Iago . Hold , hold , Lieutenant , — Sir , Montano , - Gentlemen , - Have you forgot all sense of place and duty ? Hold , hold ! the general speaks to you ; hold , for shame ! Oth . Why , how now , ho ! from whence ariseth this ...
... lives . Iago . Hold , hold , Lieutenant , — Sir , Montano , - Gentlemen , - Have you forgot all sense of place and duty ? Hold , hold ! the general speaks to you ; hold , for shame ! Oth . Why , how now , ho ! from whence ariseth this ...
61. oldal
... lives in bliss , Who , certain of his fate , loves not his wronger ; But , O , what damned minutes tells he o'er , Who dotes , yet doubts ; suspects , yet strongly loves ! Oth . O misery ! Iago . Poor , and content , is rich , and rich ...
... lives in bliss , Who , certain of his fate , loves not his wronger ; But , O , what damned minutes tells he o'er , Who dotes , yet doubts ; suspects , yet strongly loves ! Oth . O misery ! Iago . Poor , and content , is rich , and rich ...
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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.