...do see me weapon'd ; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd? 'tis a lost fear ; Man but...should Othello go? — Now, how dost thou look now? 0 ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl...

...do see me weapon'd ; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear ; Man but...should Othello go ? — Now, how dost thou look now ? 0 ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl...

...do see me weapon'd ; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear ; Man but...should Othello go ? — Now, how dost thou look now? 0 ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl...

...journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 't is a lost fear ; Man but a rush against Othello's breast,...should Othello go ? — Now, how dost thou look now ? 0 ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl...

...near, my son ! Forgive me, if I spoke * This may be illustrated by a, parallel from Shakspeare : — " When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will...my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it." Othdlo, Act v. DC. 2. too harshly to you just now ! I forgive you all. I wish to yield up my spirit...

...journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 't is a lost fear ; Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires ; — Where should Othello go P — Now, how dost thou look now? 0 ill-starr'd » wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet...

...breast, And he retires:—where should Othello go ?— Now, how dost thou look now ? O, ill-starred wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at...hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it!—Cold, cold, my girl! Even like thy chastity.— O, cursed, cursed slave !—Whip me, ye devils,...

...impediments Than twenty times your stop: But, O vain boast I Who can control his fate ? 'tis not so now. Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires...hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it.—Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity.—Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this...

...is my journey's end, here is my butt, and very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismayed ? 'tis a lost fear; man but a rush against Othello's...breast, and he retires; — where should Othello go ! W. SHAKESPEARE 488 Ь MACBETH— BANQUO M. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Б. How far is't...

...righteously merits is still uppermost. Over the dead body of Desdemona, he thus forecasts his fate : " When we shall meet at compt This look of thine will...my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it." Lodovico asks him, " What shall be said to thee ?" He replies, "Why, anything ; An honourable murderer,...