The Tragedy of Othello, the Moor of VeniceW. Swan Sonnenschein & Company, 1883 - 179 pages |
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1st quarto Abbott's Grammar allusion beseech Bianca blood Brabantio chidden Clarke Clown Compare Hamlet Cymbeline Cyprus dear denote Desdemona devil dost thou doth Duke Emilia English Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit exsufflicate faith false Farewell favour fear folio fortune foul Gentleman give Gratiano handkerchief hath hear heart heaven hell Henry Henry VI honest honour husband Iago Iago's Julius Cæsar kill'd knave lady lago lieutenant Lodovico look lord married means Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice Michael Cassio mistress Montano Moor murther ne'er never night noble offend Paraphrase passage passion patience Pontic Sea pray Prithee reading Richard III Roderigo Romeo and Juliet SCENE Senator sense Shake Shakespeare Shakesperian Grammar Signior soul speak Steevens sweet thee Theobald thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought to-night Turk valiant Venetian verb villain weep what's wife willow word
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Page 60 - Look, where he comes ! Enter OTHELLO. Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. Othello. Ha ! ha ! false to me ? lago. Why, how now, general! no more of that. Othello. Avaunt! be gone ! thou hast set me on the rack. I swear
Page 63 - Othello. Never, Iago. 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,
Page 52 - Desdemona. Emilia, come.—Be as your fancies teach you ; Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia. Othello. Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, ,, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. lago. My noble lord,— Othello. What dost thou say,
Page 84 - How comes this trick upon him ? Desdemona. Nay, heaven doth know. Emilia. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, Have not devis'd this slander; I 'll be hang'd else. lago. Fie, there is no such man ; it is impossible.
Page 78 - lago. Do it not with poison; strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated. Othello. Good, good ! the justice of it pleases ; very good ! lago. And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker; you shall hear more by midnight. Othello. Excellent good !—[A trumpet within.'} What trumpet is that same
Page 13 - Brabantio, So did I yours. Good your grace, pardon me ; Neither my place nor aught I heard of business Hath rais'd me from my bed, nor doth the general care Take hold on me, for my particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows And it is still itself.
Page 6 - that, for their souls, Another of his fathom, they have not, To lead their business : in which regard, Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains, Yet, for necessity of present life, I must show out a flag and sign of love, Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him, Lead to the
Page 104 - Gratiano. Poor Desdemona ! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain; did he live now, This sight would make him do a desperate turn, Yea, curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobation. Othello.
Page 102 - Emilia. Thou hast not half that power to do me harm As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt! As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed— I care not for thy sword; I 'll make thee known, Though I lost twenty lives.—Help ! help, ho ! help ! The Moor hath kill'd my mistress
Page 102 - t was he that told me first; An honest man he is, and hates the slime That sticks on filthy deeds. Emilia. My husband ! Othello. What needs this iterance, woman? I say thy husband. Emilia. O mistress, villany hath made mocks with love !— My husband say that she was false! Othello. He, woman;