Shakespeare's Tragedy of Othello, the Moor of VeniceAmerican Book Company, 1898 - 216 pagina's |
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Shakespeare's Tragedy of Othello, the Moor of Venice: In Five Acts William Shakespeare Fragmentweergave - 1859 |
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1st folio 1st quarto 3d quartos Bianca blood Brabantio Cassio Clarke Clown Coll Comedy of Errors Cymb Cymbeline Cyprus Desdemona devil doth Duke early eds edition Emilia Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit faith Famagusta farewell favour folio reading gentle Gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give Gratiano handkerchief hast hath heart heaven Henry VI honest honour husband Iago Iago's jealous jealousy Johnson knave lady later folios Lear lieutenant Lodovico look lord lov'd Macb Macbeth Malone married matter Michael Cassio mistress Montano Moor murther nature never night noble Noble Kinsmen passion play pray Prithee quarto reading Rich Roderigo Sagittary SCENE Schmidt SELECT POEMS Senator sense Shakespeare Signior Sonn soul speak speech Steevens quotes sweet Temp thee thing thou art thought Timon of Athens to-night Twelfth Night Venetian Venice villain villany Webster's Whole wife willow woman word Zounds
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Pagina 81 - His soul is so enfetter'd to her love, That she may make, unmake, do what she list, Even as her appetite shall play the god With his weak function. How am I then a villain To counsel Cassio to this parallel course, Directly to his good? Divinity of hell! When devils will the blackest sins put on, They do suggest at first with heavenly shows...
Pagina 52 - She:d come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively.
Pagina 100 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Pagina 59 - s see : — After some time, to abuse Othello's ear That he is too familiar with his wife : — He hath a person, and a smooth dispose, To be suspected ; fram'd to make women false. The Moor is of a free and open nature, That thinks men honest that but seem to be so ; And will as tenderly be led by the nose As asses are. I have 't ; — it is engender'd : — hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.
Pagina 120 - I should have found in some part of my soul A drop of patience : but (alas !) to make me A fixed figure, for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at...
Pagina 32 - As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound ; there is more offence in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition ; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving : you have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.
Pagina 96 - I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it. Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ This may do something.
Pagina 91 - 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 98 - If thou dost slander her and torture me, Never pray more; abandon all remorse; On horror's head horrors accumulate; Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd; For nothing canst thou to damnation add Greater than that. lago. O grace! O heaven forgive me! Are you a man? have you a soul or sense? God be wi
Pagina 79 - I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast! O strange! Every inordinate cup is unblessed and the ingredient is a devil.