 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 276 psl.
...II. A Bedchamher; DESDEMONA in hed asleep. , A light huruing. Enter OTHELLO. Oth. It is the canse, it is the cause, my soul, Let me not name it to yon, yon chaste stars! It is the canse. Yet I'll not shed her hlood; Nor scar that whiter skin... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 psl.
...Bedehamber: DEsDEMONA in Bed asleep. A Light burning. Enter OTHELLO. Oth. It is the canse, it is the canse, my soul, Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than suow, 1 -"l smooth as monumental... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1816 - 428 psl.
...resolved to put her to death, but he will not shed her blood, nor so much as ruffle her skin : Othello. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul ; Let...name it to you, you chaste stars! It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of her's than snow, And smooth as monumental... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1816 - 312 psl.
...Bed. Enter OTHELLO, with a Light and a Sword. Oth. It is thecause, it is the cause, my soul ; (76) Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! It is the cause.; Yet /'// not shed her blood, (76) It is the cause ; it it. After the many allusions to the... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 psl.
...in her Bed. Enter Othello, with a Light and Sword. Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soulLet me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! It is the cause. Yet I 11 not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 psl.
...[Exeunt. SCENE II. f A Bed-chamber DESDEMONA in bed asleep. A Light burning. Enter OTHELLO. Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, Let...it to you, you chaste stars ! It is the cause. Yet I 'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of her's than snow, And smooth as monumental... | |
 | 1818 - 782 psl.
...to destroy her, beholds her in the sleeping composure of her beauty, he exclaims Jo himself -' It is the cause it is the cause, my soul Let me not name it to you, ye chaste stars ! I 1 is the cause. Yet I'll not ihed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of her's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 348 psl.
...tn do justice f Is it the dread of shedding Mood f Ao ; it is not the action that ihocks me, but " it is the cause, it is the cause, my soul; let me not name it to you, ye chaste stars! it is the cause." JOHNSON. Ibid. TAU sorrow's heavenly] Perhaps the poet would not... | |
 | 1819 - 614 psl.
...but the sight of the dear object of all his affection, even the thought of her, melts him into tears. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, Let...name it to you, you chaste stars ! It is the cause Vet 111 not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hcr's than snow, And smooth as monumental... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 psl.
...[JSxewit. SCENE II. A bed-chamber: DISDEMOXA in bed asleep. A light burning. Enter OTHELLO. Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, Let me not name it to you, you chaste stare ! It is the cause. Yet I'll not ehed her blood ; Nor acar that whiter skin of hers than... | |
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It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! It is the cause. 
