The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volum 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pàgina 212
... Iago , silent in his resentment , subtle in his designs , and studious at once of his interest and his vengeance ; the soft simplicity of Desdemona , confident of merit , and conscious of innocence , her artless preseverance in her suit ...
... Iago , silent in his resentment , subtle in his designs , and studious at once of his interest and his vengeance ; the soft simplicity of Desdemona , confident of merit , and conscious of innocence , her artless preseverance in her suit ...
Pàgina 214
... IAGO , his Ancient . RODERIGO , a Venetian Gentleman . MONTANO , Othello's predecessor in the government of Cyprus . Clown , servant to Othello , Herald . DESDEMONA , daughter to Brabantio , and wife to Othello . EMILIA , wife to Iago ...
... IAGO , his Ancient . RODERIGO , a Venetian Gentleman . MONTANO , Othello's predecessor in the government of Cyprus . Clown , servant to Othello , Herald . DESDEMONA , daughter to Brabantio , and wife to Othello . EMILIA , wife to Iago ...
Pàgina 215
... IAGO . Rod . TUSH , never tell me , I take it much un- kindly , That thou , Iago , -who hast had my purse , As if the strings were thine , -should'st know of this . Iago . ' Sblood , but you will not hear me : - If ever I did dream of ...
... IAGO . Rod . TUSH , never tell me , I take it much un- kindly , That thou , Iago , -who hast had my purse , As if the strings were thine , -should'st know of this . Iago . ' Sblood , but you will not hear me : - If ever I did dream of ...
Pàgina 216
... Iago . But there's no remedy , ' tis the curse of ser- vice ; Preferment goes by letter , and affection , Not by the old gradation , where each second Stood heir to the first . Now , sir , be judge yourself , Whether I in any just term ...
... Iago . But there's no remedy , ' tis the curse of ser- vice ; Preferment goes by letter , and affection , Not by the old gradation , where each second Stood heir to the first . Now , sir , be judge yourself , Whether I in any just term ...
Pàgina 217
... Iago : In following him , I follow but myself ; Heaven is my judge , not I for love and duty , But seeming so , for my peculiar end : For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern ...
... Iago : In following him , I follow but myself ; Heaven is my judge , not I for love and duty , But seeming so , for my peculiar end : For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volum 1 William Shakespeare Visualització de fragments - 1806 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare Visualització de fragments - 1806 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare Visualització de fragments - 1806 |
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beseech Bian blood Brabantio Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona devil dost thou doth drink Duke Emil Emilia Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras foul gentleman Ghost give grace Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand handkerchief Hanmer hath hear heart heaven honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't JOHNSON kill'd King knave lady Laer Laertes lieutenant look lord madam madness marry means Michael Cassio Moor murder nature never night noble Norway o'er Ophelia Osrick play poison'd Polonius Pr'ythee pray Pyrrhus quarto Queen racter revenge Roderigo Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE sense Shakspeare soul speak speech STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou hast thought to-night true Venice villain WARBURTON what's wife word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 156 - 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.
Pàgina 282 - 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.
Pàgina 34 - 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?
Pàgina 353 - 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...
Pàgina 234 - 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.
Pàgina 79 - 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.
Pàgina 102 - 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.
Pàgina 94 - 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.
Pàgina 74 - 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...
Pàgina 143 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?