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... dost thou say , Iago ? Iago . Did Michael Cassio , when you woo'd my lady , Know of your love ? Oth . He did , from first to last : why dost thou ask ? Iago . But for a satisfaction of my thought ; No further harm . Oth . Why of thy ...
... dost thou say , Iago ? Iago . Did Michael Cassio , when you woo'd my lady , Know of your love ? Oth . He did , from first to last : why dost thou ask ? Iago . But for a satisfaction of my thought ; No further harm . Oth . Why of thy ...
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... dost love me , Show me thy thought . Iago . My lord , you know I love you . I think thou dost . Oth . And , for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty , And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath , Therefore these stops of ...
... dost love me , Show me thy thought . Iago . My lord , you know I love you . I think thou dost . Oth . And , for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty , And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath , Therefore these stops of ...
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... dost ruminate ; and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words . Iago . Good my lord , pardon me : Though I am bound to every act of duty , I am not bound to that all slaves are free to . Utter my thoughts ? Why , say , they are vile ...
... dost ruminate ; and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words . Iago . Good my lord , pardon me : Though I am bound to every act of duty , I am not bound to that all slaves are free to . Utter my thoughts ? Why , say , they are vile ...
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... dost thou mean ? Iago . Good name in man and woman , dear my lord , Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; ' t is something- nothing ; ' T was mine , ' t is his , and has been slave to thousands ; But ...
... dost thou mean ? Iago . Good name in man and woman , dear my lord , Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; ' t is something- nothing ; ' T was mine , ' t is his , and has been slave to thousands ; But ...
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... dost perceive , let me know more ; — Set on thy wife to observe . Leave me , Iago . Iago . My lord , I take my leave . [ Going . Oth . Why did I marry ? —This honest creature , doubtless , Sees and knows more , much more , than he ...
... dost perceive , let me know more ; — Set on thy wife to observe . Leave me , Iago . Iago . My lord , I take my leave . [ Going . Oth . Why did I marry ? —This honest creature , doubtless , Sees and knows more , much more , than he ...
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Page 38 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Page 54 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; I am no orator, as Brutus is : But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me publick leave to speak of him.
Page 25 - The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But. mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this — That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 50 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept ; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. <*> Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Page 52 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Page 17 - I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it : trifles, light as air, Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.
Page 15 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 48 - Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Page 34 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 49 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears : I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Ca-sar.