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The thought whereof Doth , like a poisonous mineral , gnaw my inwards , And
nothing can , or shall , content my soul , ' Till I am even'd with him , wife for wife :
Or failing so , yet that I put the Moor At Her General , that upon certain tidings now
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The thought whereof Doth , like a poisonous mineral , gnaw my inwards , And
nothing can , or shall , content my soul , ' Till I am even'd with him , wife for wife :
Or failing so , yet that I put the Moor At Her General , that upon certain tidings now
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Página 422
For if she be not honest , chaste and true , There's no man happy ; the purest of
their wives Is foul as slander . Oth , Bid her come hither , go . ( Exit Æmilia . She
says enough ; yet she's a ample bawd , That cannot say as much . This is a subtle
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For if she be not honest , chaste and true , There's no man happy ; the purest of
their wives Is foul as slander . Oth , Bid her come hither , go . ( Exit Æmilia . She
says enough ; yet she's a ample bawd , That cannot say as much . This is a subtle
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... No - what's the best ? If she come in , she'll , fure , speak to my wife ; My wife !
my wife ! what wife ? I have no wife . Oh insupportable ! oh heavy hour ! Methinks
, it should be now a huge eclipse Of Sun , and Moon , and that th ' affrighted ...
... No - what's the best ? If she come in , she'll , fure , speak to my wife ; My wife !
my wife ! what wife ? I have no wife . Oh insupportable ! oh heavy hour ! Methinks
, it should be now a huge eclipse Of Sun , and Moon , and that th ' affrighted ...
Página 445
Æmil . I will not . [ Iago offers to stab his wife . Gra . Fie , your sword upon a
woman ? Æmil . O thou dull Moor ! that handkerchief , thou speak'st of , I found by
fortune , and did give my husband ; For often , with a folemn earnestnefs , ( More
than ...
Æmil . I will not . [ Iago offers to stab his wife . Gra . Fie , your sword upon a
woman ? Æmil . O thou dull Moor ! that handkerchief , thou speak'st of , I found by
fortune , and did give my husband ; For often , with a folemn earnestnefs , ( More
than ...
Página 446
Iago breaks through and wounds his wife , then runs out . Oth . Are there no
stones in heav'n ? For what then serves the thunder ? precious villain ! Gra . The
woman falls ; sure he has kill'd his wise . Æmil . Ay , ay ; oh , lay me by my
mistress ...
Iago breaks through and wounds his wife , then runs out . Oth . Are there no
stones in heav'n ? For what then serves the thunder ? precious villain ! Gra . The
woman falls ; sure he has kill'd his wise . Æmil . Ay , ay ; oh , lay me by my
mistress ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Achilles Æmil Ajax bear better blood bring Caffio Changes Clown comes dead dear death Deſdemona doth ears earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fall Farewel father fear fight follow fool give gone Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heav'n Hector himſelf hold honour I'll Iago itſelf Juliet keep King lady Laer lago leave light live look lord marry matter means Moor moſt mother muſt nature never night noble Nurſe Paris play poor pray Prince Queen Romeo ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſuch ſweet ſword tell thee Ther there's theſe thing thoſe thou thou art thought Troi Troilus true watch what's whoſe wife young
Pasajes populares
Página 65 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Página 144 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
Página 274 - I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus: but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Página 275 - ... 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.
Página 285 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe...
Página 324 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Página 242 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Página 423 - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Página 136 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Página 286 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Works of Shakespear: Troilus and Cressida. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello Volumen9 de The Works of Shakespear, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Robert Martin, 1768 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 29 Dic. 2006 |
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