The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, 12 tomasLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... tell my story , And that would woo her . Upon this hint , I spake ; She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd ; And I lov'd her , that she did pity them . This only is the witchcraft I have us'd ; Here comes the lady , let her witness ...
... tell my story , And that would woo her . Upon this hint , I spake ; She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd ; And I lov'd her , that she did pity them . This only is the witchcraft I have us'd ; Here comes the lady , let her witness ...
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... tell thee again and again , I hate the Moor : my cause is hearted ; thine hath no less reason : Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him : if thou canst cuckold him , thou dost thy- self a pleasure , and me a sport . There are ...
... tell thee again and again , I hate the Moor : my cause is hearted ; thine hath no less reason : Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him : if thou canst cuckold him , thou dost thy- self a pleasure , and me a sport . There are ...
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... tell me of my lord ? Cas . He is not yet arriv'd ; nor know I aught But that he's well , and will be shortly here . Des . O , but I fear ; -How lost you company ? Cas . The great contention of the sea and skies Parted our fellowship ...
... tell me of my lord ? Cas . He is not yet arriv'd ; nor know I aught But that he's well , and will be shortly here . Des . O , but I fear ; -How lost you company ? Cas . The great contention of the sea and skies Parted our fellowship ...
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... tell thee this - Desdemona is directly in love with him . Rod . With him ! why , ' tis not possible . Iago . Lay thy ... telling her fantastical lies : And will she love him still for prating ? let not thy discreet heart think it ...
... tell thee this - Desdemona is directly in love with him . Rod . With him ! why , ' tis not possible . Iago . Lay thy ... telling her fantastical lies : And will she love him still for prating ? let not thy discreet heart think it ...
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... tell me , I am a drunkard ! Had I as many mouths as Hy- dra , such an answer would stop them all . To be now a sensible man , by and by a fool , and presently a beast ! O strange ! -Every inordinate cup is unblessed , and the ingredient ...
... tell me , I am a drunkard ! Had I as many mouths as Hy- dra , such an answer would stop them all . To be now a sensible man , by and by a fool , and presently a beast ! O strange ! -Every inordinate cup is unblessed , and the ingredient ...
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Antonio ARIEL beseech Bian blood Boatswain Brabantio Caliban Cassio Cesario Cyprus daughter dear Desdemona devil dost thou doth drowned Duke duke of Milan Emil EMILIA Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN Farewell father fool foul gentleman give hand handkerchief hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour i'the Iago Illyria is't knave lady lieutenant look lord madam Malvolio MARIA Marry master Michael Cassio Mira mistress monster Moor Naples never night noble Olivia pr'ythee pray PROSPERO Re-enter Roderigo SCENE SEBASTIAN sing Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir TOBY BELCH sir Topas soul speak spirit Stephano strange sweet sword Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt to-night Trin Trinculo twas Venice villain VIOLA What's wife
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