Shakespeare's Othello, the Moor of Venice: With Introduction, and Notes Explanatory and Critical. For Use in Schools and FamiliesGinn & Company, 1879 - 209 pages |
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1st folio 1st quarto 3d quartos Anthropophagi Bianca blood Brabantio Cassio Clarke Clown Coll Cymb Cyprus Desdemona devil doth Duke early eds edition Emilia Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit faith Famagusta farewell favour folio reading Gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give Gratiano handkerchief HARPER & BROTHERS hast hath heart heaven honest honour husband Iago Iago's J. A. SYMONDS jealous jealousy Johnson Julius Cæsar knave lady later folios Lear lieutenant Lodovico look lord lov'd Macb Malone married matter mean Michael Cassio mistress Montano MOOR OF VENICE murther nature never night noble OLIVER GOLDSMITH passion play pray Prithee quarto reading Rich Roderigo Rolfe Rolfe's SCENE Schmidt Senator sense Shakespeare Signior Sonn soul speak speech Steevens quotes sweet Temp thee thing THOMAS GRAY thou art thou dost thought to-night Venetian villain villany Warb wife willow woman word Zounds
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Page 146 - tis a lost fear; Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires; — Where should Othello go? — Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it.
Page 52 - Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
Page 91 - 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 66 - It gives me wonder great as my content, To see you here before me. O my soul's joy ! If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death ! And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas, Olympus-high ; and duck again as low As hell's from heaven ! If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy ; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 97 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Page 32 - As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound ; there is more offence in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition ; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving : you have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.
Page 52 - twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story. And that would woo her.
Page 57 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners ; so that if we will plant nettles or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Page 59 - s see : — After some time, to abuse Othello's ear That he is too familiar with his wife : — He hath a person, and a smooth dispose, To be suspected ; fram'd to make women false. The Moor is of a free and open nature, That thinks men honest that but seem to be so ; And will as tenderly be led by the nose As asses are. I have 't ; — it is engender'd : — hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.
Page 79 - O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains ! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts ! lago.