The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volym 12Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Sida 40
... drinks is made . of grapes if she had been blessed , she would never have loved the Moor : Blessed pudding ! Didst thou not see her paddle with the palm of his hand ? didst not mark that ? Rod . Yes , that I did ; but this was but ...
... drinks is made . of grapes if she had been blessed , she would never have loved the Moor : Blessed pudding ! Didst thou not see her paddle with the palm of his hand ? didst not mark that ? Rod . Yes , that I did ; but this was but ...
Sida 44
... drinking : I could well wish cour- tesy would invent some other custom of entertainment . Iago . O , they are our friends ; but one cup : I'll drink for you . Cas . I have drunk but one cup to - night , and that was craftily qualified ...
... drinking : I could well wish cour- tesy would invent some other custom of entertainment . Iago . O , they are our friends ; but one cup : I'll drink for you . Cas . I have drunk but one cup to - night , and that was craftily qualified ...
Sida 45
... Drink , ho ! —are nothing to your English . Cas . Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking ? Iago . Why , he drinks you , with facility , your Dane dead drunk ; he sweats not to overthrow your Almain ; he gives your Hollander a ...
... Drink , ho ! —are nothing to your English . Cas . Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking ? Iago . Why , he drinks you , with facility , your Dane dead drunk ; he sweats not to overthrow your Almain ; he gives your Hollander a ...
Sida 47
... drink rock not his cradle . Mon. It were well , The general were put in mind of it . Perhaps , he sees it not ; or his good nature Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio , And looks not on his evils : Is not this true ? Enter ...
... drink rock not his cradle . Mon. It were well , The general were put in mind of it . Perhaps , he sees it not ; or his good nature Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio , And looks not on his evils : Is not this true ? Enter ...
Sida 101
... drink , Could not have laid such terms upon his callet . Iago . Why did he so ? Des . I do not know ; I am sure , I am none such . Iago . Do not weep , do not weep ; Alas , the day ! Emil . Has she forsook so many noble matches , Her ...
... drink , Could not have laid such terms upon his callet . Iago . Why did he so ? Des . I do not know ; I am sure , I am none such . Iago . Do not weep , do not weep ; Alas , the day ! Emil . Has she forsook so many noble matches , Her ...
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Sida 74 - 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.
Sida 63 - 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.
Sida 71 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Sida 149 - em. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; wouldst give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Sida 115 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Sida 209 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Sida 115 - Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. 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.
Sida 205 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Sida 19 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery ; of my redemption thence, And portance in my...
Sida 162 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.