автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Othello ou le Maure de Venise

William Shakespeare

To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor—

ut thou must needs be sure
My spirit and my place have in them power

Zounds, sir, you're robb'd; for shame, put on
your gown;
Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly follow'd.

I will incontinently drown myself.

BRABANTIO
My daughter! O, my daughter!
DUKE OF VENICE Senator
Dead?
BRABANTIO
Ay, to me;

She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd,
And I loved her that she did pity them.

IAGO
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;

The goodness of the night upon you, friends!