 | Lisa Hopkins - 2005 - 226 pages
...pitiful; She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man. She thanked me And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,...story And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had passed And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 900 pages
...pitiful; She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man; she thanked me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,...story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake; She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the... | |
 | Evan Eisenberg - 2005 - 260 pages
...if not by singing the blues? My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; . . . And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should...story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake: and proposed marriage, catching Desdemona's hint but missing her society's - that in the natural order... | |
 | Patricia Parker - 2005 - 254 pages
...idea: She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man. She thanked me And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,...teach him how to tell my story And that would woo her. (1.3.163-67) As reported by Othello, Desdemona 's "if I had a friend that loved her" seems at first... | |
 | David Bevington - 2005 - 278 pages
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 | R. S. Gwynn - 2006 - 650 pages
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 | Sarah Luria - 2006 - 250 pages
...pitiful. She wished she had not heard it; yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man. She thanked me; And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,...teach him how to tell my story And that would woo her . . . (I, iii, I58-66)37 FIG. 3.2. C. Becker, Othello engraving, c. 1880, Ceclar H1ll. Fmlerick Do1\fflaa... | |
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My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. 
