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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 . Enter
Othello ...
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 . Enter
Othello ...
Page 97
Oth . Pray , chuck , come hither . Des . What is your pleasure ? Oth . Let me see
your eyes ; Look in my face . Des . What horrible fancy's this ? Oth . Some of your
function , mistress ; [ To Emilia . Leave procreants alone , and shut the door ...
Oth . Pray , chuck , come hither . Des . What is your pleasure ? Oth . Let me see
your eyes ; Look in my face . Des . What horrible fancy's this ? Oth . Some of your
function , mistress ; [ To Emilia . Leave procreants alone , and shut the door ...
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I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, Boatswain Boats. Do you not
hear him f You mar our labour; Keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Gon.
Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the sea is. Hence What care these roarers for
...
I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, Boatswain Boats. Do you not
hear him f You mar our labour; Keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Gon.
Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the sea is. Hence What care these roarers for
...
Page 181
Pray , set it down , and rest you : when this burns , ' Twill weep for having wearied
you : My father Is hard at study ; pray now , rest yourself ; He's safe for these three
hours . Fer . O most dear mistress , The sun will set , before I shall discharge ...
Pray , set it down , and rest you : when this burns , ' Twill weep for having wearied
you : My father Is hard at study ; pray now , rest yourself ; He's safe for these three
hours . Fer . O most dear mistress , The sun will set , before I shall discharge ...
Page 284
Get him to say his prayers ; good Sir Toby , get him to pray . Mal . My prayers ,
minx ? Mar. No , I warrant you , he will not hear of godliness . Mal . Go , hang
yourselves all ! you are idle shallow things : I am not of your element ; you shall
know ...
Get him to say his prayers ; good Sir Toby , get him to pray . Mal . My prayers ,
minx ? Mar. No , I warrant you , he will not hear of godliness . Mal . Go , hang
yourselves all ! you are idle shallow things : I am not of your element ; you shall
know ...
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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.
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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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