Tales from Shakespeare: Designed for the Use of Young Persons, Volume 2Bradford and Inskeep, 1813 |
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... Cassio . Michael Cassio was a young soldier , a Florentine , gay , amo- rous , and of pleasing address , favourite qualities with women ; he was handsome , and eloquent , and exactly such a person as might Y 2 Othello . 249.
... Cassio . Michael Cassio was a young soldier , a Florentine , gay , amo- rous , and of pleasing address , favourite qualities with women ; he was handsome , and eloquent , and exactly such a person as might Y 2 Othello . 249.
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... Cassio in his love - affair with Desdemona , and Cassio had been a sort of go - between in his suit : for Othello , fearing that himself had not those soft parts of conversation which please ladies , and finding these qualities in his ...
... Cassio in his love - affair with Desdemona , and Cassio had been a sort of go - between in his suit : for Othello , fearing that himself had not those soft parts of conversation which please ladies , and finding these qualities in his ...
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... Cassio would talk and laugh together , as in the days when he went a courting for his friend . Othello had lately promoted Cassio to be his lieutenant , a place of trust , and near- est to the general's person . This promo- tion gave ...
... Cassio would talk and laugh together , as in the days when he went a courting for his friend . Othello had lately promoted Cassio to be his lieutenant , a place of trust , and near- est to the general's person . This promo- tion gave ...
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... Cassio , he thought it would be an exquisite plot of revenge , and might end in the death of Cassio or Othello , or both ; he cared not . The arrival of the general and his lady in Cyprus , meeting with the news of the dispersion of the ...
... Cassio , he thought it would be an exquisite plot of revenge , and might end in the death of Cassio or Othello , or both ; he cared not . The arrival of the general and his lady in Cyprus , meeting with the news of the dispersion of the ...
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... Cassio to make rather too free with the bottle ( a great fault in an officer upon guard ) . Cassio for a time resisted , but he could not long hold out against the honest freedom which Iago knew how to put on , but kept swallowing glass ...
... Cassio to make rather too free with the bottle ( a great fault in an officer upon guard ) . Cassio for a time resisted , but he could not long hold out against the honest freedom which Iago knew how to put on , but kept swallowing glass ...
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Page 96 - O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 277 - A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear, No light, no fire : the unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly ; nor have I time To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze; Where, for a monument upon thy bones, And aye-remaining || lamps, the belching whale, And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse, Lying with simple shells...
Page 127 - ... away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O ! prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Page 84 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Page 123 - twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy.
Page 127 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Page 119 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 127 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 90 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
Page 119 - And what is her history?" said Orsino. "A blank, my lord," replied Viola: "she never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm in the bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at Grief.