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Blessed fig's end ! the wine she 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 .
Blessed fig's end ! the wine she 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 .
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Not to - night , good lago ; I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking : I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment . Iago . O , they are our friends ; but one cup : I'll drink for you . Cas .
Not to - night , good lago ; I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking : I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment . Iago . O , they are our friends ; but one cup : I'll drink for you . Cas .
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Why , he drinks . you , with facility , your Dane , , , dead drunk ; he sweats not to overthrow your Almain ; he gives your Hollander a vomit , ere the next pottle can be filled . Cas . To the health of our general . Mon.
Why , he drinks . you , with facility , your Dane , , , dead drunk ; he sweats not to overthrow your Almain ; he gives your Hollander a vomit , ere the next pottle can be filled . Cas . To the health of our general . Mon.
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Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep ; He'll watch the horologe a double set , If 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 ...
Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep ; He'll watch the horologe a double set , If 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 ...
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... As true hearts cannot bear . Des . Am I that name , Iago ? Iago . What name , fair lady ? Des . Such as , she says , my lord did lord did say I was . Emil . He call'd her , whore ; a beggar , in his drink , Could ...
... As true hearts cannot bear . Des . Am I that name , Iago ? Iago . What name , fair lady ? Des . Such as , she says , my lord did lord did say I was . Emil . He call'd her , whore ; a beggar , in his drink , Could ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
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| Title | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 12 The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 27 Dec 2006 |
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