The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Volume 7A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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Page 401
... Lago . Thou art fure of me . -Go , make mony.I have told thee often , and I re - tell thee again and again , I hate the Moor . My caufe is hearted ; thine hath no less reafon . Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him . If thou ...
... Lago . Thou art fure of me . -Go , make mony.I have told thee often , and I re - tell thee again and again , I hate the Moor . My caufe is hearted ; thine hath no less reafon . Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him . If thou ...
Page 406
... lago , [ To Æmilia That I extend my manners . ' Tis my breeding , That gives me this bold fhew of courtefie . Iago . Sir , would fhe give you fo much of her lips , As of her tongue the oft beftows on me , You'd have enough . Def . Alas ...
... lago , [ To Æmilia That I extend my manners . ' Tis my breeding , That gives me this bold fhew of courtefie . Iago . Sir , would fhe give you fo much of her lips , As of her tongue the oft beftows on me , You'd have enough . Def . Alas ...
Page 409
... lago . [ Afide . ] He takes her by the palm ; ay , well faid whisper - With as little a web as this , will I en- fnare as great a fly as Caffo . Ay , fmile upon her , do— I will gyve thee in thine own courtship . You fay true , ' tis fo ...
... lago . [ Afide . ] He takes her by the palm ; ay , well faid whisper - With as little a web as this , will I en- fnare as great a fly as Caffo . Ay , fmile upon her , do— I will gyve thee in thine own courtship . You fay true , ' tis fo ...
Page 410
... Lago Oh , you are well - tun'd now ; but I'll let down the pegs that make this mufick , as honeft as I am . [ Afide , Oth Come , let's to the caftle . Now , friends , our wars are done ; the Turks are drown'd . How do our old ...
... Lago Oh , you are well - tun'd now ; but I'll let down the pegs that make this mufick , as honeft as I am . [ Afide , Oth Come , let's to the caftle . Now , friends , our wars are done ; the Turks are drown'd . How do our old ...
Page 414
... Jove . Caf . She's a moft exquifite lady . Lago . And , I'll warrant her , full of game . Gaf . Indeed , she's a most fresh and delicate creature , Iago . Iago . What an eye fhe has ? methinks , I 414 OTHELLO , the A ...
... Jove . Caf . She's a moft exquifite lady . Lago . And , I'll warrant her , full of game . Gaf . Indeed , she's a most fresh and delicate creature , Iago . Iago . What an eye fhe has ? methinks , I 414 OTHELLO , the A ...
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Page 70 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Page 281 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her!
Page 251 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Page 292 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 327 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Page 170 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Page 443 - 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 247 - The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels ; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
Page 154 - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy. name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Page 274 - In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.