 | John Jones - 1999 - 310 pagina’s
...is my journey's end, here is my butt And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismayed? 'Tis a lost fear. Man but a rush against Othello's breast And he retires. Where should Othello go? (5. 2. 173-8) But this end-of-the-road counterbalance was not present in the 1604 Whitehall production;... | |
 | Richard Eldridge - 1996 - 330 pagina’s
...torture would be a relief: Here is my journey's end, here is my butt And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd? Tis a lost fear Man but a...compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven . . . Whip me, ye devils From the possession of this heavenly sight! Blow me about in winds! Roast... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 324 pagina’s
...is my journey's end, here is my butt And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismayed ? Tis a lost fear: Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires. Where should Othello go ? He goes to the bed Now, how dost thou look now? 0 ill-starred wench' Pale as thy smock I When we... | |
 | Arthur Graham - 1997 - 244 pagina’s
...do see me weapon'd: Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd? 'tis a lost fear: Man but...ill-starr'd wench, Pale as thy smock, when we shall meet at count, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it: cold, cold,... | |
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This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will 
