The Plays, Volum 10Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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Pàgina 234
... lago . Bianca , a courtezan , mistress to Cassio . Officers , Gentlemen , Messengers , Musicians , Sailors , At- tendants , & c . Scene , for the first Act , in Venice ; during the rest of the play , at a sea - port in Cyprus . OTHELLO ...
... lago . Bianca , a courtezan , mistress to Cassio . Officers , Gentlemen , Messengers , Musicians , Sailors , At- tendants , & c . Scene , for the first Act , in Venice ; during the rest of the play , at a sea - port in Cyprus . OTHELLO ...
Pàgina 238
... lago . Are your doors lock'd ? Bra . Why ? wherefore ask you this ? Iago . Zounds , sir , you are robb'd ; for shame , put on your gown : Your heart is burst * , you have lost half your soul ; Even now , very now , an old black ram & Is ...
... lago . Are your doors lock'd ? Bra . Why ? wherefore ask you this ? Iago . Zounds , sir , you are robb'd ; for shame , put on your gown : Your heart is burst * , you have lost half your soul ; Even now , very now , an old black ram & Is ...
Pàgina 249
... lago and Attendants . And , till she come , as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood , So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love , And she in mine . Duke . Say it , Othello . Oth ...
... lago and Attendants . And , till she come , as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood , So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love , And she in mine . Duke . Say it , Othello . Oth ...
Pàgina 269
... lago . Cas . Welcome , Iago : We must to the watch . Iago . Not this hour , lieutenant ; ' tis not yet ten o'clock : Our general cast * us thus early , for the love of his Desdemona ; whom let us not therefore blame ; he hath not yet ...
... lago . Cas . Welcome , Iago : We must to the watch . Iago . Not this hour , lieutenant ; ' tis not yet ten o'clock : Our general cast * us thus early , for the love of his Desdemona ; whom let us not therefore blame ; he hath not yet ...
Pàgina 270
William Shakespeare. lago . Here at the door ; I pray you , call them in . Cas . I'll do't ; but it dislikes me . [ Exit Cassio . lago . If I can fasten but one cup upon him , With that which he hath drunk to - night already , He'll be ...
William Shakespeare. lago . Here at the door ; I pray you , call them in . Cas . I'll do't ; but it dislikes me . [ Exit Cassio . lago . If I can fasten but one cup upon him , With that which he hath drunk to - night already , He'll be ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
art thou Benvolio beseech blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona devil dost thou doth Duke Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar Laurence gentlemen give gone grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand handkerchief hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't Juliet kill'd King kiss lady Lady Capulet Laer Laertes lago live look lord madam Mantua marry Mercutio Michael Cassio Montague Moor mother murder musick never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play Polonius pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Venice villain weep What's wife
Passatges populars
Pàgina 30 - To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! > O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! JuL --
Pàgina 34 - Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Pàgina 129 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Pàgina 159 - The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, '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 67 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pàgina 21 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Pàgina 31 - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Pàgina 163 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Pàgina 123 - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Pàgina 174 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.