 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 trang
...led asleep. — A light turning. Enter OTHELLO. Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! —...And smooth as monumental alabaster. [Takes off his tviord. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 trang
...led 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 stars ! —...snow. And smooth as monumental alabaster. [Takes off Ids sword. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 562 trang
...asleep. Л liglU burning. Enter Othello. Olh. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, — I .et Rom. I know you well, and you know me ; your name, I think, is Adrian. Vol. alubaster. [Takesoff his noord. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 420 trang
...scar that whiter skin of her's than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. [ Takes off hit tword Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put...the light:* If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, 1 can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me: — but once put out thine, Thou cunning'st... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1853 - 542 trang
...much as ruffle her skin : Othello. It is the cause, it is the cousf, my soul; — .Let me not name ii to you, you chaste stars ! It is the cause Yet I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of he r's than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. [Lays dov-n the sicord. Yet she must die; else... | |
 | Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 772 trang
...felt a wound. Shakspere. Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains Some scar of it. Shakspere. Yet I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter...hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Shakspere. The soft delicious air, To heal the scars of these corrosive fires, Shall breathe her balm.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 480 trang
...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 stars .' —...she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light 2 If I quench thce, thou naming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1855 - 498 trang
...blood, nor so much as ruffle her skin : Othello. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul : — • Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! It is...hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. [L<tys down the sword. Y'et she must die ; else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 574 trang
...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 stars ! ' —...than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. [Takes of his sword. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then — Put out... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1856 - 484 trang
...that Othello approaches her to execute her doom : " It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! —...hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die." The fierce Moor is again all tenderness, even in his dire determination. Weeping... | |
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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. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. 
