The tragedy of Othello, the Moor of Venice, ed. with notes by R. Mongan |
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1st quarto Abbott's Grammar Abbott's Shakesperian 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 fair faith false Farewell favour fear folio fool fortune foul Gentleman give Gratiano handkerchief hath heart heaven Henry Henry VI honest honour husband Iago Iago's Julius Cæsar kill'd knave lady lago lieutenant Lodovico look lord Macbeth married means Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice Michael Cassio mistress Montano Moor murther never night noble Paraphrase pardon passage passion patience Pontic Sea pray Prithee reading Richard III Roderigo Romeo and Juliet SCENE Schmidt Senator sense Shakespeare Signior Sing soul speak Steevens sweet Tago thee Theobald thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought to-night Turk Venetian verb villain wife willow woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 99 - Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Seite 15 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents, by flood, and field ; Of hair-breadth scapes i...
Seite 43 - O God! that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains; that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts.
Seite 16 - And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process: And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Seite 176 - I shall promulgate, — I fetch my life and being From men of royal siege ; and my demerits May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune As this that I have reach'd : for know, lago, But that I love the gentle Desdemona, I would not my unhoused free condition Put into* circumscription and confine For the sea's worth.
Seite 108 - tis a lost fear; Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires. Where should Othello go? Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench! Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it.
Seite 179 - Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
Seite 54 - 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.
Seite 19 - Even to the very quality of my lord; I saw Othello's visage in his mind, And to his honours and his valiant parts Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
Seite 163 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings, Vex'd and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these Christians.