| William Shakespeare - 1860 - 840 Seiten
...rush ь against Othello's breast, And he retires: — where should Othello go? — Now, how dost thou s the death-bed whereon it must expire, Uonsum'd with...perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To lov snatch at it ! — Cold, cold, my girl ! Even like thy chastity. — O, cursed, cursed slave ! —... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 Seiten
...breast, And he retires : — where should Othello go ? — Now, how dost thou look now ? O, ill-Starr' d Yerüy! Yuu put me off with limber vows ; but I, Though...to unsphere the stars with oaths, Shonld yet say, S snatch at it ! — Cold, eo]d, my girl ! Even like thy chastity. — O, cursed, cursed slave ! —... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1860 - 836 Seiten
...breast, And he retires : — where should Othello go ? — Now, how dost thou look now ? O, Ш-starr'd 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 ! —... | |
| Charles Richson - 1860 - 216 Seiten
...Where should Othello go ? Now, how dost thou look now ? O, ill-starr'd wench ! Pale, as thy sheet ! When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ! O wretched, wretched slave ! — Whip me, all ye fiends, From the... | |
| William Shakespeare, Richard Grant White - 1861 - 524 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,... | |
| Lord Henry Home Kames - 1861 - 496 Seiten
...against Othello's breast, And he retires. Where should Othello go? Now — how dost thou look now ? Oh ill-starr'd wench Pale as thy smock ! When we shall...thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ; Ev'n like thy chastity. 0 cursed slave ! Whip me. ye devils, From... | |
| 1861 - 514 Seiten
...should Othello go ? Now, how dost thou look now? O illstarred wench '! Pale as thy smock ! When we two shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven And fiends shall snatch at it?" 1«61.l [MARCH LODOvICO. O thou Othello that was once so good, Fallen in the practice... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1861 - 914 Seiten
...Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'< wench! [compt, Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet a , Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet a This look of thine wi snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl Even like thy chastity.— O cursed, cursed slave ! — Whip me,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1861 - 352 Seiten
...Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt,f This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Othello's Speech before he Kills himself. Soft you ; a word or two before you go. I have... | |
| John Fraser - 1984 - 276 Seiten
...in fact we see in these flesh-tingling lines is Othello not only developing his acknowledgement that 'When we shall meet at compt, / This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, / And fiends will snatch at it', but also relinquishing utterly all claims to mercy; and the depth of his commitment... | |
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