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... gone she is ; And what's to come of my despised time Is naught but bitterness . - Now , Roderigo , Where didst thou see her ? -O unhappy girl ! — With the Moor , say'st thou ? -Who would be a father ! — How didst thou know ' twas she ...
... gone she is ; And what's to come of my despised time Is naught but bitterness . - Now , Roderigo , Where didst thou see her ? -O unhappy girl ! — With the Moor , say'st thou ? -Who would be a father ! — How didst thou know ' twas she ...
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... gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on . What cannot be preserv'd when fortune takes , Patience her injury a mockery makes . The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief ; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief ...
... gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on . What cannot be preserv'd when fortune takes , Patience her injury a mockery makes . The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief ; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief ...
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... gone to the harbour ? Iago . Ay , madam . Des . I am not merry ; but I do beguile The thing I am , by seeming otherwise.- Come , how wouldst thou praise me ? Iago . I am about it ; but , indeed , my invention Comes from my pate as ...
... gone to the harbour ? Iago . Ay , madam . Des . I am not merry ; but I do beguile The thing I am , by seeming otherwise.- Come , how wouldst thou praise me ? Iago . I am about it ; but , indeed , my invention Comes from my pate as ...
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... gone before ; - He is a soldier fit to stand by Cæsar And give direction : and do but see his vice ; ' Tis to his virtue a just equinox , The one as long as the other : ' tis pity of him . I fear the trust Othello puts him in , On some ...
... gone before ; - He is a soldier fit to stand by Cæsar And give direction : and do but see his vice ; ' Tis to his virtue a just equinox , The one as long as the other : ' tis pity of him . I fear the trust Othello puts him in , On some ...
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... Away , I say ; thou shalt know more hereafter : Nay , get thee gone . [ Exit Rod . ] Two things are to be done , - My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress ; I'll set her on ; Myself the ( 38 ) 44 [ ACT 11 . OTHELLO .
... Away , I say ; thou shalt know more hereafter : Nay , get thee gone . [ Exit Rod . ] Two things are to be done , - My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress ; I'll set her on ; Myself the ( 38 ) 44 [ ACT 11 . OTHELLO .
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The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of ..., Volume 6 William Shakespeare Visualização completa - 1883 |
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altered Antony Bawd beauty blood Boult Brabantio Cæs Cæsar call'd Cassio Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Collier's Corrector Cymbeline Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona Dionyza dost doth Emil Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fair false fear fortune foul give gods grace grief GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour Iach Iago Imogen king kiss lady lips live look lord love's Lucrece Lysimachus madam Malone Marina Mark Antony Michael Cassio mistress Mytilene ne'er never night noble old eds Othello Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Pompey poor Posthumus pray prithee quarto queen quoth Re-enter reading Roderigo SCENE second folio Shakespeare shalt shame sorrow soul speak Steevens sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue true weep What's wife wilt words
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