Troilus and Cressida. OthelloPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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Pagina 66
... pr'ythee now . lord , thou hast a fine forehead . Pan . Ay , you may , you may . By my troth , sweet 110 Holen . Let thy song be love : this love will undo us all . Oh , Cupid , Cupid , Cupid ! Pan . Love ! ay , that it shall , i'faith ...
... pr'ythee now . lord , thou hast a fine forehead . Pan . Ay , you may , you may . By my troth , sweet 110 Holen . Let thy song be love : this love will undo us all . Oh , Cupid , Cupid , Cupid ! Pan . Love ! ay , that it shall , i'faith ...
Pagina 91
... pr'ythee now , to bed . Cre . Are you aweary of me ? Troi . O Cressida ! but that the busy day , Wak'd by the lark , has rouz'd the ribald crows , And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer , I would not from thee . Cre . Night ...
... pr'ythee now , to bed . Cre . Are you aweary of me ? Troi . O Cressida ! but that the busy day , Wak'd by the lark , has rouz'd the ribald crows , And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer , I would not from thee . Cre . Night ...
Pagina 92
... Pr'ythee , tarry ; -you men will never tarry . O foolish Cressida ! —I might have still held off , And then you would have tarry'd . Hark ! there's one up . Pan . [ Within . ] What's all the doors open here ? Troi . It is your uncle ...
... Pr'ythee , tarry ; -you men will never tarry . O foolish Cressida ! —I might have still held off , And then you would have tarry'd . Hark ! there's one up . Pan . [ Within . ] What's all the doors open here ? Troi . It is your uncle ...
Pagina 95
... Pr'ythee , get thee in ; Would thou had'st ne'er been born ! I knew , thou wouldst be his death : - O poor gentleman ! —A plague upon Antenor ! t Cre . Good uncle , I beseech you on my knees , 180 I beseech you , what's the matter ? Pan ...
... Pr'ythee , get thee in ; Would thou had'st ne'er been born ! I knew , thou wouldst be his death : - O poor gentleman ! —A plague upon Antenor ! t Cre . Good uncle , I beseech you on my knees , 180 I beseech you , what's the matter ? Pan ...
Pagina 115
... Pr'ythee be silent , boy ; I profit not by thy talk : thou art thought to be Achilles ' male varlet . Patr . Male varlet , you rogue ! what's that ? Ther . Why , his masculine whore . Now the rotten diseases of the south , the guts ...
... Pr'ythee be silent , boy ; I profit not by thy talk : thou art thought to be Achilles ' male varlet . Patr . Male varlet , you rogue ! what's that ? Ther . Why , his masculine whore . Now the rotten diseases of the south , the guts ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Æmilia Æneas Agamemnon Ajax ancient Antenor Ben Jonson blood Brabantio Calchas called Cassio Cressida Cyprus dear Deiphobus Desdemona devil Diomed dost doth Duke Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewel fear folio reads fool give Grecian Greeks hand handkerchief Hanmer hast hath heart heaven Hect Hector Helen HENLEY honest honour Iago jealousy JOHNSON kiss lady lago look lord MALONE meaning Menelaus Michael Cassio mistress MONCK MASON Moor Neoptolemus Nest Nestor never night noble o'er Othello Pandarus Paris passage Patr Patroclus play POPE pr'ythee pray Priam prince quarto reads Roderigo SCENE seems sense Shakspere Shakspere's shew signifies soul speak speech stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee THEOBALD Ther Thersites thing thou art thought to-night Troi Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan true Ulyss Venice villain WARBURTON what's whore wife word
Pasaje populare
Pagina 29 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Pagina 24 - Took once a pliant hour ; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively.
Pagina 140 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Pagina 28 - And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad...
Pagina 21 - My very noble and approved good masters, — That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her ; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Pagina 45 - tis apt, and of great credit: The Moor — howbeit that I endure him not — Is of a constant, loving, noble nature ; And, I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona A most dear husband. Now I do love her too ; Not out of absolute lust, (though, peradventure, I stand accountant for as great a sin...
Pagina 23 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I, observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That. I would all my pilgrimage dilate...
Pagina 23 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it. Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances ; Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Pagina 80 - By the world, I think my wife be honest, and think she is not; I think that thou art just, and think thou art not; I'll have some proof: Her name, that was as fresh As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black As mine own face.
Pagina 58 - I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly ; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. — O that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains ! that we should, with joy, revel, pleasure, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts ! lago.