The tragedy of Othello, the Moor of Venice, ed. with notes by R. Mongan |
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Abbott's affects Attendants bear Bianca Brabantio called Cassio cause Clarke comes common Compare course Cyprus dear Desdemona devil dost Duke Elizabethan Emilia English Enter Exeunt Exit explains expression eyes fair faith fall false favour fear folio fortune give Grammar Gratiano Hamlet hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Henry hold honest husband Iago keep kill kind lady lago leave lieutenant light live Lodovico look lord lost married matter means mind Montano Moor nature never night noble observe original Othello Paraphrase passage play poor pray quarto reading refers Roderigo SCENE seems Senator sense Shakespeare soul speak stand supposed sweet tell term thee thing thou thought to-night true Venice villain watch wife woman
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Page 99 - Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Page 15 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents, by flood, and field ; Of hair-breadth scapes i...
Page 43 - 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.
Page 16 - And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process: And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Page 176 - I shall promulgate, — I fetch my life and being From men of royal siege ; and my demerits May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune As this that I have reach'd : for know, lago, But that I love the gentle Desdemona, I would not my unhoused free condition Put into* circumscription and confine For the sea's worth.
Page 108 - 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 179 - Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
Page 54 - 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 19 - Even to the very quality of my lord; I saw Othello's visage in his mind, And to his honours and his valiant parts Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
Page 163 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings, Vex'd and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these Christians.