Othello

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Dutton, 1905 - 136 pagina's

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iii
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v
III
1
IV
28
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56
VI
87
VII
113

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Pagina 21 - scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven. It was my hint to speak, such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Pagina x - 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.
Pagina 68 - Id make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No ; to be once in doubt Is once to be resolved...
Pagina 30 - But for my sport and profit. — I hate the Moor ; And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets He has done my office : I know not if 't be true ; Yet I, for mere suspicion in that kind, Will do as if for surety.
Pagina xiv - By the world, I think my wife be honest, and think she is not; I think that thou art just, and think thou art not...
Pagina 72 - 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.
Pagina 79 - I know not that : but such a handkerchief — I am sure it was your wife's — did I to-day See Cassio wipe his beard with.
Pagina 121 - 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 53 - Reputation, reputation, reputation ! O, I have lost my reputation ! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
Pagina 47 - King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown; He held them sixpence all too dear, With that he call'd the tailor lown. He was a wight of high renown, And thou art but of low degree: 'T is pride that pulls the country down; Then take thine auld cloak about thee.

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