The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Том 10 |
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Othello , the Moor : Cassio , his lieutenant ; Iago , his ancient . Roderico , a
Venetian gentleman . Montano , Othello's predecessor in the government of
Cyprus . Clown , servant to Othello . Herald . / Desdemona , daughter to
Brabantio , and ...
Othello , the Moor : Cassio , his lieutenant ; Iago , his ancient . Roderico , a
Venetian gentleman . Montano , Othello's predecessor in the government of
Cyprus . Clown , servant to Othello . Herald . / Desdemona , daughter to
Brabantio , and ...
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Enter OTHELLO , and Attendants . Oth . O my fair warrior ! Des . My dear Othello
? Oth . 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 ...
Enter OTHELLO , and Attendants . Oth . O my fair warrior ! Des . My dear Othello
? Oth . 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 ...
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Enter Othello , Oth . Well , my good lady : - [ Aside . ] O , hardness to dissemble !
How do you , Desdemona ? Des . Well , my good lord . Oth . Give me your hand :
This hand is moist , my lady . Des . It yet has felt no age , nor known no sorrow .
Enter Othello , Oth . Well , my good lady : - [ Aside . ] O , hardness to dissemble !
How do you , Desdemona ? Des . Well , my good lord . Oth . Give me your hand :
This hand is moist , my lady . Des . It yet has felt no age , nor known no sorrow .
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Enter OTHELLO , at a distance . Oth . The voice of Cassio : -- Iago keeps his word
. Rod . O , villain that I am ! ' Oth . Hark ! ' tis even so . Cas . O , help ! bo ! light ! a
surgeon ! Oth . ' Tis he ; -O brave Iago , honest , and just , That hast such noble ...
Enter OTHELLO , at a distance . Oth . The voice of Cassio : -- Iago keeps his word
. Rod . O , villain that I am ! ' Oth . Hark ! ' tis even so . Cas . O , help ! bo ! light ! a
surgeon ! Oth . ' Tis he ; -O brave Iago , honest , and just , That hast such noble ...
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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 , 8 This look of thine will hurl my soul ...
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 , 8 This look of thine will hurl my soul ...
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Attendants bear better blood bring CAPULET Cassio comes daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth earth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith fall Farewell father fear follow fortune friar give gone Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heaven hold honest Horatio hour husband I'll Iago Juliet keep King lady Laer Laertes leave light live look lord madam marry matter means mind Moor mother murder nature never night noble Nurse Othello play poor pray Queen Romeo SCENE seen sleep soul speak stand stay sweet sword tears tell thank thee thing thou thou art thou hast thought to-night true Tybalt villain watch wife young
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Стр. 192 - Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Стр. 192 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Стр. 183 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Стр. 214 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Стр. 254 - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam whereto he was converted might they not stop a beer-barrel?
Стр. 215 - O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.
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Стр. 395 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause.
Стр. 186 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Стр. 343 - 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.
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| Название | The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Том 10 The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Издатель | J. Johnson, 1803 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Нью-Йоркская публичная библиотека |
| Оцифровано | 28 дек 2006 |
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