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Pagina 35
... woman indeed ? one that , in the authority of her merit , did justly put on the vouch of very malice itself ? Iago . She that was ever fair , and never proud ; Had tongue at will , and yet was never loud ; Never lack'd gold , and yet ...
... woman indeed ? one that , in the authority of her merit , did justly put on the vouch of very malice itself ? Iago . She that was ever fair , and never proud ; Had tongue at will , and yet was never loud ; Never lack'd gold , and yet ...
Pagina 39
... woman hath found him already . Rod . I cannot believe that in her she is full of most blessed condition . Iago . Blessed fig's end ! the wine she drinks is made of grapes if she had been blessed , she would never have loved the Moor ...
... woman hath found him already . Rod . I cannot believe that in her she is full of most blessed condition . Iago . Blessed fig's end ! the wine she drinks is made of grapes if she had been blessed , she would never have loved the Moor ...
Pagina 64
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Pagina 83
... woman ! Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth , From whence you have them . You are jealous now , That this is from some mistress some remembrance : No , in good troth , Bianca . Bian . Why , whose is it ? Cas . I know not ...
... woman ! Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth , From whence you have them . You are jealous now , That this is from some mistress some remembrance : No , in good troth , Bianca . Bian . Why , whose is it ? Cas . I know not ...
Pagina 84
... woman'd . Bian . Cas . Not that I love you not . Bian . Why , I pray you ? But that you do not love me . I pray you , bring me on the way a little ; And say if I shall see you soon at night . Cas . ' Tis but a little way that I can ...
... woman'd . Bian . Cas . Not that I love you not . Bian . Why , I pray you ? But that you do not love me . I pray you , bring me on the way a little ; And say if I shall see you soon at night . Cas . ' Tis but a little way that I can ...
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Pagina 64 - 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 94 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Pagina 132 - tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Pagina 135 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Pagina 34 - Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description : she did lie In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tissue,) O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see, The fancy out-work nature : on each side her, Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With diverse-colour'd fans, whose wind...
Pagina 17 - 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 soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Pagina 94 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Pagina 20 - twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them.
Pagina 75 - 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 63 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.