...And he retires : — where should Othello go ? — Now, how dost thou look now? 0 ill-starred wench, Pale as thy smock ! When we shall meet at compt, This...it ! Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity. — 0 cursdd, curse'd slave ! — Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight !...

...breast, And he retires ; — Where should Othello go ? — How dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This...heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my Even like thy chastity. — O cursed, cursed slave !— Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of...

...he retires. — Where should Othello go ? — Now, how dost thou look now ? oh ill-starr'd wench * ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This...it. Cold, cold, my girl ; Even like thy chastity. — Oh, cursed slave ' ! — Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight ! Blow...

...breast, And he retires. Where should Othello go? Now—how dost thou look cow? Oh ill-ftarr'd wench Pale as thy smock ! When we shall meet at compt, This...And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl; Ev'n like thy chastity. 0 cursed slave I Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight...

...dismay'di 'tis a lost fear. i ill-ítarr' d wench Pale as thy smock ! When we shall meet at eonipt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ; Ev'n like thy chastity. О cursed slave 1 Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly...

...he retires : — where should Othello go ? — Now, how dost thou look now ? O, Ш-starr'd wench ! s, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The...trembled underneath her banks, To hear the replication o about in winds ! roast me in sulphur ! "Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire ! — 0, Dcsdemon...

...he retires : — where should Othello go ? — Now, how dost thou look now? O, ill-starr'd wench ! elf ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour,...perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his ha about in winds ! roast me in sulphur ! Wash me in steep-down -gulfs of liquid fire ! — O, Desdemon...

...he retires : — where should Othello go ? — Now, how dost thou look now ? O, ill-Starr' d wench ! Yuu put me off with limber vows ; but I, Though you...oaths, Shonld yet say, Sir, no going. Verily, You eo]d, my girl ! Even like thy chastity. — O, cursed, cursed slave ! — Whip me, ye devils, From...

...Where should Othello go ? Now, how dost thou look now ? O, ill-starr'd wench ! Pale, as thy sheet ! When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will...And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ! O wretched, wretched slave ! — Whip me, all ye fiends, From the possession of this heavenly sight...

...to convey to the audience by a speaking gesture her chill lifelessness: when we shall meet at count, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,...at it: cold, cold, my girl, Even like thy chastity. (5.2.274-7) It is not possible for Othello to say the words 'cold, cold' without touching her and conveying...