 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 sivua
...And he retires. — Where should Othello go ? — Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wenchi! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This...cold, my girl ; Even like thy chastity. — O, cursed slave2! — Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight ! Blow me about in winds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 sivua
...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...in sulphur ! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid firs ! — O Desdemona ! Desdemona ! dead ? Dead? O! O! O! Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIO carried... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 sivua
...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...cold, my girl; Even like thy chastity. — O , cursed slave ! — Whip me , ye devils , From the possession of this heavenly sight ! Blow me about in winds!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 sivua
...And he retires. — Where should Othello go ?— Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench .' vision of each several crime, Acting it many ways....universal peace, confound All unity on earth." do .not f slave! Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight ! Blow me about in winds! roast... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 554 sivua
...soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity. — 0 cursed, cursed slave ! — Whip me, ye devils, From...sight ! Blow me about in winds ! roast me in sulphur 4 the ice-brook's temper;] This ice-brook was the brook or rivulet called Solo (now Xalon), near Bilbilii... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1847 - 516 sivua
...breast, And he retires. Where should Othello go 1 Now—how dost thou look now 1 Oh ill-starr'd wench! Pale as thy smock! When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heav'n, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl: Ev'n like thy chastity. O cursed slare!... | |
 | William John Birch - 1848 - 570 sivua
...hurl my soul from heav'n, 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...sulphur, Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire. Oh Desdemona ! Desdemona ! dead, dead I oh, oh ! This is exactly the same course of ideas upon the... | |
 | Friedrich Schiller - 1849 - 532 sivua
...near, my son ! Forgive me, if I spoke * This may be illustrated by a, parallel from Shakspeare : — " When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will...my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it." too harshly to you just now ! I forgive you all. I wish, to yield up my spirit in peace. FRANCIS. Have... | |
 | Friedrich Schiller - 1849 - 522 sivua
...Forgive me, if I spoke * This may be illustrated by a parallel from Shakspeare : — • " — — • When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fienda will snatch at it." OtMlo, Act v. sc. 2. too harshly to you just now! I forgive you all. I wish... | |
 | Friedrich Schiller - 1849 - 578 sivua
...near, my son! Forgive me, if I spoke * This may be illustrated by a parallel from Shakspeare :— " When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And (lends will snatch at it." too harshly to you just now! I forgive you all. I wish to yield up my spirit... | |
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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,... 
