 Be content; Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift: His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent.  A GLOSSARY - Pàgina 235per ROBERT NARES, A.M., F.R.S., F.A.S., - 1859Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 pàgines
...worldly matter, and direction To fpeak with thee. We muft obey the time. [Exit. ©ood Night to every one. And Noble Signior, If Virtue no delighted Beauty lack, Your Son-in-law is far more fair than black. Sen. Adieu, bnve Moor, ufe Defdemona well. Bra. Look to her, Moor, if thou haft Eyes to fee; She has... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 572 pàgines
...immediately follows : I saw Othello's visage in his mind : and also from what the Duke says to Brabantio: If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. Desdemona, in this speech assertsj that the virtues of Othello had subdued her heart, in spite of his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 488 pàgines
...banks of flowers : Be not with mortal accidents opprest ; No care of yours it is, you know, 'tis ours. Whom best I love, I cross ; to make my gift, The more delay'd, delighted. Be content ; Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift : His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 pàgines
...after me. Duke . Let it be so. — Good night to every one. — And, noble signior, [To BRABANTIO. If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. 1 Sen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well. Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to see; She... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 648 pàgines
...banks of flowers: Be not with mortal accidents opprest; No care of yours it is; you know, 'tis ours. Whom best I love, I cross; to make my gift, The more delay'd, delighted. Be content; Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift; His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pàgines
...after me. Duke. Let it be so. — Good night to every one. — And, noble signior, [To Brabant io. If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. 1 Sen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well. Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick ey« to see; She... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 496 pàgines
...banks- of flowers : Be not with mortal accidents opprest ; No care of yours it is ; you know, 'tis ours. Whom best I love, I cross ; to make my gift, The more delay'd, delighted. Be content; Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift : His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 490 pàgines
...banks of flowers: Be not with mortal accidents opprest; i No care of yours it is ; you know, 'tis ours. Whom best I love, I cross ; to make my gift, The more delay'd, delighted. Be content; Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift: His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 368 pàgines
...banks of flowers : Be not with mortal accidents opprest; No care of yours it is; you know, 'tis ours. Whom best I love, I cross; to make my gift, The more delay'd, delighted. Be content; Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift; His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 pàgines
...afier me. Duke. Let it be so. — Good night to every one. — And, noble signior, ['lO Brabantio. If virtue no delighted" beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. 1 Sen. Adieu, brave Moor ! use Desdemona well. Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to see; She... | |
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