The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 14 tomasG. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... Iago , silent in his resentment , subtle in his designs , and studious at once of his interest and his vengeance ; the soft simplicity of Desdemona , confident of merit , and conscious of innocence , her artless preseverance in her suit ...
... Iago , silent in his resentment , subtle in his designs , and studious at once of his interest and his vengeance ; the soft simplicity of Desdemona , confident of merit , and conscious of innocence , her artless preseverance in her suit ...
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... IAGO , his Ancient . RODERIGO , a Venetian Gentleman . MONTANO , Othello's predecessor in the government of Cyprus . Clown , servant to Othello , Herald . DESDEMONA , daughter to Brabantio , and wife to Othello . EMILIA , wife to Iago ...
... IAGO , his Ancient . RODERIGO , a Venetian Gentleman . MONTANO , Othello's predecessor in the government of Cyprus . Clown , servant to Othello , Herald . DESDEMONA , daughter to Brabantio , and wife to Othello . EMILIA , wife to Iago ...
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... IAGO . Rod . TUSH , never tell me , I take it much un- kindly , That thou , Iago , -who hast had my purse , As if the strings were thine , -should'st know of this . Iago . ' Sblood , but you will not hear me : - If ever I did dream of ...
... IAGO . Rod . TUSH , never tell me , I take it much un- kindly , That thou , Iago , -who hast had my purse , As if the strings were thine , -should'st know of this . Iago . ' Sblood , but you will not hear me : - If ever I did dream of ...
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... Iago . But there's no remedy , ' tis the curse of ser- vice ; Preferment goes by letter , and affection , Not by the old gradation , where each second Stood heir to the first . Now , sir , be judge yourself , Whether I in any just term ...
... Iago . But there's no remedy , ' tis the curse of ser- vice ; Preferment goes by letter , and affection , Not by the old gradation , where each second Stood heir to the first . Now , sir , be judge yourself , Whether I in any just term ...
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... Iago : In following him , I follow but myself ; Heaven is my judge , not I for love and duty , But seeming so , for my peculiar end : For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern ...
... Iago : In following him , I follow but myself ; Heaven is my judge , not I for love and duty , But seeming so , for my peculiar end : For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare– With Notes of Various Commentators, 1 tomas William Shakespeare Trumpų ištraukų rodinys - 1806 |
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beseech Bian blood Brabantio Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona devil dost thou doth drink Duke Emil Emilia Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras foul gentleman Ghost give grace Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand handkerchief Hanmer hath hear heart heaven honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't JOHNSON kill'd King knave lady Laer Laertes lieutenant look lord madam madness marry means Michael Cassio Moor murder nature never night noble Norway o'er Ophelia Osrick play poison'd Polonius Pr'ythee pray Pyrrhus quarto Queen racter revenge Roderigo Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE sense Shakspeare soul speak speech STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou hast thought to-night true Venice villain WARBURTON what's wife word
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