 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 Seiten
...rush against Othello's breast, And he retires. — Where should Othello go ?— Now, how dost thou lish of them; but abound In the division of each several...power, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ; Even like thy chastity. — O, cursed slave! Whip me, ye devils,... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1847 - 516 Seiten
...against Othello's breast, And he retires. Where should Othello go 1 Now—how dost thou look now 1 Oh ill-starr'd wench! Pale as thy smock! When we shall...at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heav'n, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl: Ev'n like thy chastity. O cursed slare!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 536 Seiten
...breast, And he retires; where should Othello go?— Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starred wench! l Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt, This...thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity.— O, cursed, cursed slave !—Whip me,... | |
 | William John Birch - 1848 - 570 Seiten
...Where should Othello go ? Now — ho'w dost thou look now? oh ill- star'd wench Pale as thy smock 1 When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heav'n, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl, Ev'n like thy chastity. 0 cursed slave !... | |
 | Friedrich Schiller - 1849 - 532 Seiten
...near, my son ! Forgive me, if I spoke * This may be illustrated by a, parallel from Shakspeare : — " When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it." too harshly to you just now ! I forgive you all. I wish, to yield up my spirit in peace.... | |
 | Friedrich Schiller - 1849 - 578 Seiten
...near, my son! Forgive me, if I spoke * This may be illustrated by a parallel from Shakspeare :— " When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And (lends will snatch at it." too harshly to you just now! I forgive you all. I wish to yield up my spirit... | |
 | Friedrich Schiller - 1849 - 522 Seiten
...Forgive me, if I spoke * This may be illustrated by a parallel from Shakspeare : — • " — — • When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fienda will snatch at it." OtMlo, Act v. sc. 2. too harshly to you just now! I forgive you all. I wish... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 586 Seiten
...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...thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity. — O cursed, cursed slave ! — Whip me.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 602 Seiten
...breast, And he retires ; where should Othello go ? — Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starred wench ! ' Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at...thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity. — O, cursed, cursed slave ! — Whip... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 532 Seiten
...And he retires ; where should Othello go ?— Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starred wench ! 3 Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This...thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity.— O, cursed, cursed slave I—Whip me,... | |
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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,... 
