 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 420 pages
...Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wenc * Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compl* This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven And...at it cold. Cold, my girl? Even like thy chastity. — 0 cursed, cursed slave! — Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight! Blow... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 444 pages
...the belt of rule. M. v. 2. Fortune knows, We scorn her most when most she offers blows. AC iii. 9. Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight ! Blow me about in winds ! roast me in sulphur I Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire ! O Desdemona ! O.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 480 pages
...Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench 1 Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt,1 This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,...From the possession of this heavenly sight .' Blow me about in winds .' roast me in sulphur! Wash me in steep-down guifs of liquid fire.' — O Desdcmona... | |
 | Robert Guthrie Macgregor - 1854 - 600 pages
...having violently hurried her from life : " Now, how dost then look now ? 0 ill-iUur'd wench, Pale aa thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look...at it : cold, cold my girl Even like thy chastity." We have thus shown, we think pretty clearly, that Coleridge, if in earnest, was in error in the opinion... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1855 - 498 pages
...— how dost thou look now ? Oh ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! When we shall meet at eompt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ; Ev'n like thy chastity. 0 cursed slave ! Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly... | |
 | William Wells Brown - 1855 - 338 pages
...have to go upon the stage for a living ! It it is indeed a shame ! " When he came to the scene, " 0, cursed, cursed slave ! — whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight ! Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulphur ! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire ! 0, Desdemona ! Desdemona... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 pages
...Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-etarr'd weneh ! Pale as thy smoek ! when we shall meet at eompt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snateh at it. Shaks. Ot'ieUo. Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, And hast thou kill'd him... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 574 pages
...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...From the possession of this heavenly sight ! Blow me about in winds ! roast me in sulphur ! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire ! — O, Desdemona... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 390 pages
...Where should Othello go ?— Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock 1 when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will...From the possession of this heavenly sight ! Blow me about in winds ! roast me in sulphur ! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid lire '. — ODesdemon!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 824 pages
...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 fieuds will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl i Even like thy chastity. — O cursed, cursed slave... | |
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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,... 
