...slave had forty thousand lives; One is too poor, too weak for my revenge ! Now do I see 'tis true.i — Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven. 'Tis gone. — Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throue,9...

...had forty thousand lives ; One is too poor, too weak for my revenge ! Now do I see 't is true. — Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : T is gone. — Arise, blaek vengeanee, from the hollow hell b ! Yield up, O love, thy erown, and...

...the proof, there is no more but this—- Away at once with love and jealousy. ***** Look here, Iago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven. 'Tis gone...himself to be vanquished ; he turns a last fond look toward that which has so long charmed him ; he remembers dreamily the courser and the trumpet, the...

...slave had forty thousand lives ; One is too poor, too weak for my revenge ! Now do I see 'tis true. — Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. — Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne,*...

...slave had forty thousand lives ; Ono is too poor, too weak for my revenge ! Now do I see 'tis true. — Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. — Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne,*...

...slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. — Look here, lago, All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven, 'tis gone; — Arise black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ; Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne,...

...proof, there is no more but this — Away at once with love and jealousy. • ***** Look here, Iago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven. "Tis gone!"...himself to be vanquished ; he turns a last fond look toward that which has so long charmed him ; he remembers dreamily the courser and the trumpet, the...

...degree recovered my self-possession ? Wounded pride came to my rescue, and, exclaiming with the Moor, " All my fond love thus do I blow to Heaven : 'tis gone !" I (to my shame be it spoken) gave way to ' tyrannous hate,' and thoughts of ' wild revenge.' As...

...or fire, or suffoeating streams, I 'lI not endure it. — Would I were satisfied ! Shaks. Othello. All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. — Arise, blaek vengeanee, from thy hollow eell ! Yield up, O love, thy erown, and hearted throne,...

...slave had forty thousand lives!' One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. — Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven r 'Tis gone. — Arise, black vengeance, from the hollow hell !43 Yield up, O love ! thy crown, and...