 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 pagina’s
...Othello go? Now — how doft thou look now ? Oh ill-ftar'd Wenchf Pale as thy Smock! When we (hall meet at Compt, This look of thine will hurl my Soul from Heav'n, And Fiends will fnatch at it. Cold, cold, my Girl £ Even like thy Chaftity. O curfed, curftd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 572 pagina’s
...Now, how dost thou look now i O ill starr'd wench t Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at conipt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity. — • 460 O cursed, cursed slave ! —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 pagina’s
...Now, how dost thou look now IO ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt,8 This' look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity. — O cursed, cursed slave ! — Whip me,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pagina’s
...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...thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl? Even like thy chastity. — O cursed, cursed slave ! — Whip me,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pagina’s
...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...thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity. — O cursed, cursed slave ! — Whip me,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pagina’s
...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...thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl? Even like thy chastity. — O cursed, cursed slave ! — Whip me,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 pagina’s
...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...thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl? Even like thy chastity. — O cursed, cursed slave! — Whip me,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 344 pagina’s
...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...thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity. — O cursed, cursed slave ! — Whip me,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 440 pagina’s
...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...thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. — Cold, cold, my girl ; Even like ihy chastity. — O cursed slave ! — Whip me, yo... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 438 pagina’s
...into the city :) and a -HwirA venl and told them ; and they went and told king David." 2 Sum. xvii, Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This...thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity. — O cursed, cursed slave ! — Whip me,... | |
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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,... 
