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• But, alas, to make me A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc.
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• I understand a fury in your words, But not the words.
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• Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc.
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• They laugh that win. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc. 1
• Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires.
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• But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!
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• 'T is neither here nor there. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc. 3
• To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act iv, Sc.
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