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Othello
[I, 3] |
Brabantio |
409 |
Humbly I thank your grace.
Here is the man, this Moor, whom now, it seems,
Your special mandate for the state-affairs
Hath hither brought.
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2 |
Othello
[I, 3] |
Brabantio |
559 |
So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile;
We lose it not, so long as we can smile.
He bears the sentence well that nothing bears
But the free comfort which from thence he hears,
But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow
That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow.
These sentences, to sugar, or to gall,
Being strong on both sides, are equivocal:
But words are words; I never yet did hear
That the bruised heart was pierced through the ear.
I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of state.
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3 |
Othello
[I, 3] |
Othello |
578 |
The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice-driven bed of down: I do agnise
A natural and prompt alacrity
I find in hardness, and do undertake
These present wars against the Ottomites.
Most humbly therefore bending to your state,
I crave fit disposition for my wife.
Due reference of place and exhibition,
With such accommodation and besort
As levels with her breeding.
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4 |
Othello
[III, 1] |
Cassio |
1592 |
I humbly thank you for't.
[Exit IAGO]
I never knew
A Florentine more kind and honest.
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5 |
Othello
[III, 3] |
Iago |
1862 |
Why, go to then;
She that, so young, could give out such a seeming,
To seal her father's eyes up close as oak-
He thought 'twas witchcraft—but I am much to blame;
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
For too much loving you.
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6 |
Othello
[III, 4] |
Cassio |
2363 |
I humbly thank your ladyship.
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7 |
Othello
[IV, 3] |
Lodovico |
3021 |
Madam, good night; I humbly thank your ladyship.
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