The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, Band 7 |
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... Pray you , lead on . At every house I'll call ; I may command at most . - Get weapons , ho ! And raise some special officers of night.- On , good Roderigo ; I'll deserve your pains . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The Same . Another Street ...
... Pray you , lead on . At every house I'll call ; I may command at most . - Get weapons , ho ! And raise some special officers of night.- On , good Roderigo ; I'll deserve your pains . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The Same . Another Street ...
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... , And prays the Moor be safe ; for they were parted With foul and violent tempest . Mon. Pray heaven he be ; For I have serv'd him , and the man commands Like a full soldier . Let's to the sea - 30 [ ACT II . Othello ,
... , And prays the Moor be safe ; for they were parted With foul and violent tempest . Mon. Pray heaven he be ; For I have serv'd him , and the man commands Like a full soldier . Let's to the sea - 30 [ ACT II . Othello ,
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... : Our friends at least . * —not surfeited to death , ] The meaning seems to be that Cassio's hopes are not destroyed by constant repetition and disappointment . Cas . I pray you , sir , go forth SC . I. ] 31 The Moor of Venice .
... : Our friends at least . * —not surfeited to death , ] The meaning seems to be that Cassio's hopes are not destroyed by constant repetition and disappointment . Cas . I pray you , sir , go forth SC . I. ] 31 The Moor of Venice .
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William Shakespeare John Payne Collier. Cas . I pray you , sir , go forth , And give us truth who ' tis that is arriv'd . Second Gent . I shall . Mon. But , good lieutenant , is your general wiv'd ? Cas . Most fortunately : he hath ...
William Shakespeare John Payne Collier. Cas . I pray you , sir , go forth , And give us truth who ' tis that is arriv'd . Second Gent . I shall . Mon. But , good lieutenant , is your general wiv'd ? Cas . Most fortunately : he hath ...
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... pray you call them in . Cas . I'll do ' t , but it dislikes me . [ Exit CASSIO . Iago . If I can fasten but one cup upon him , With that which he hath drunk to - night already , He'll be as full of quarrel and offence As my young ...
... pray you call them in . Cas . I'll do ' t , but it dislikes me . [ Exit CASSIO . Iago . If I can fasten but one cup upon him , With that which he hath drunk to - night already , He'll be as full of quarrel and offence As my young ...
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Antony Arcite Attendants Bawd Boult Brabantio Cæs Cæsar call'd Cassio Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Corr Coun cousin CYMBELINE Cyprus Daugh daughter dead death Desdemona DIONYZA dost doth duke Emil EMILIA ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear folio fortune friends Gaoler gentlemen give gods GUIDERIUS hath hear heart heaven HIPPOLYTA honest honour Iach IACHIMO Iago Imogen king kiss lady look lord lov'd LYSIMACHUS madam Marina Mark Antony master Mess Michael Cassio mistress Mytilene ne'er never night noble old copies Othello Palamon Pericles PIRITHOUS Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pray prince Prithee PROCULEIUS queen Re-enter Roderigo SCENE soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast villain What's wife Wooer
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Seite 64 - 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 94 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Seite 132 - tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Seite 135 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Seite 34 - Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description : she did lie In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tissue,) O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see, The fancy out-work nature : on each side her, Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With diverse-colour'd fans, whose wind...
Seite 17 - My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Seite 94 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Seite 20 - twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them.
Seite 75 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Seite 63 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.