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Pagina 4
The consummate art and malignant spirit of Iago are so reverse from the generous mind and candid manners of Othello , that it appears like the highest point , the very zenith , of the poet's genius , to have conceived two such ...
The consummate art and malignant spirit of Iago are so reverse from the generous mind and candid manners of Othello , that it appears like the highest point , the very zenith , of the poet's genius , to have conceived two such ...
Pagina 6
COVENT GARDEN , TAE DUKK OF VENICE BRABANTIO GRATIANO LODOVICO MONTANO OTHELLO CASSIO IAGO RODERIGO ANTONIO JULIO LORENZO CANNO MESSENGER SAILOR Mr. Maddocks . Mr. Powell , Mr. Dormer . Mr. Cooke . Mr. Holland . Mr. Elliston .
COVENT GARDEN , TAE DUKK OF VENICE BRABANTIO GRATIANO LODOVICO MONTANO OTHELLO CASSIO IAGO RODERIGO ANTONIO JULIO LORENZO CANNO MESSENGER SAILOR Mr. Maddocks . Mr. Powell , Mr. Dormer . Mr. Cooke . Mr. Holland . Mr. Elliston .
Pagina 7
Enter Iago and RoderIGO . Rod . Tusb , ne'er tell me , I take it much unkindly , That thou , lago , —who hast had my purse , As if the strings were thine , -shouldst know of this . Iago . ' Sblood , but you will not hear me :If ever I ...
Enter Iago and RoderIGO . Rod . Tusb , ne'er tell me , I take it much unkindly , That thou , lago , —who hast had my purse , As if the strings were thine , -shouldst know of this . Iago . ' Sblood , but you will not hear me :If ever I ...
Pagina 8
Iago . Now , sir , be judge yourself , Whether I , in any just term , am affin'd To love the Moor . Rod . I would not follow him then . Iago . O , sir , content you ;. I follow him , to serve my turn upon him : Heaven is my judge ...
Iago . Now , sir , be judge yourself , Whether I , in any just term , am affin'd To love the Moor . Rod . I would not follow him then . Iago . O , sir , content you ;. I follow him , to serve my turn upon him : Heaven is my judge ...
Pagina 9
Iago . Awake ! what ho ! Brabantio ! thieves ! thieves ! thieves ! Look to your house , your daughter , and your bags ! Thieves ! thieves ! Enter BRABANTIO , above , at a Window . Bra . What is the reason of this terrible summons ?
Iago . Awake ! what ho ! Brabantio ! thieves ! thieves ! thieves ! Look to your house , your daughter , and your bags ! Thieves ! thieves ! Enter BRABANTIO , above , at a Window . Bra . What is the reason of this terrible summons ?
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The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at ..., Volume 5 Mrs. Inchbald Volledige weergave - 1824 |
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ARIEL bear better Brain bring brother Cash Cassio Clown comes CORIOLANUS dear death Desdemona devil dost Duke Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear follow fool fortune give gone hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hold honour hope hour I'll i'the Iago keep kind Kite lady leave live look lord madam Marcius Maria Marry Master mean meet mind monster Moor nature never night noble OFFICERS Oliv once peace play poor pray present reason Rome SCENE servant serve sister soul speak spirit stand Step sure sweet sword tell thee there's thing thou thought told true Viola voices What's wife young
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Pagina 40 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Pagina 18 - 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. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
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Pagina 78 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause...
Pagina 89 - Of one that loved not wisely but too well ; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum.
Pagina 49 - 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.
Pagina 83 - Ay, with Cassio. Nay, had she been true, If heaven would make me such another world Of one entire and perfect chrysolite, I'd not have sold her for it.
Pagina 20 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach...
Pagina 86 - This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will
Pagina 79 - 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.