 | 1853 - 694 σελίδες
...deceived Othello, with a malignant joy, adds, — " Not poppy nor mandragora. Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday." The plant which, in its natural form, more faithfully represents an animal, is the Scythian or Tartarian... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 444 σελίδες
...most dangerous. WT i. 2. Look where he comes I Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'd'st yesterday. O. iii. 3. How blest am I In my just censure, in my true opinion ! Alack, for lesser knowledge ! How... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 596 σελίδες
...so: — r.niir Othello. Look, where hprmne* ! Not poppy, normandragora," Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world. Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst' yesterday. Oth Ha ! ha ! false to me ? Tome? /«::•). Why, how now, general ? no more of that. Oil:. A v. nun... | |
 | C. Gough - 1853 - 428 σελίδες
...— I did say so: — Look where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora.f Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dstj yesterday. Enter OTHELLO. Oth. Ha ! ha ! false to me ? To me? laqo. Why, how now, general ?... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1854 - 358 σελίδες
...he comes. — [Enter Othello] — Not poppy nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the worW, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday." Again he says : — -" Work on ; My medicine works ; thus credulous fools are caught, And many worthy... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1854 - 980 σελίδες
...he adds — " Look where he comes ! not poppy, nor mandragon, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the East, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday." — And he enters at this moment, like the crested serpent, crowned with his wrongs and raging for... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold, Nathaniel Parker Willis, James Russell Lowell - 1856 - 454 σελίδες
...given in a scream.^ " Bless my soul ! — why, he's the man" " mandragora Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owd'st yesterday !" here roared out Climax just in my ear, and shaking his fist in my face all the time, in a way that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 824 σελίδες
...— I did say so — Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora. Xor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. Enter OTHELLO. OTH. Ha ! ha ! false to me ? IAGO. Why, how now, general ? no more of that. OTH. Avaunt... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 σελίδες
...strong As proofs of holy writ. Act iii. Sc. 3. Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy sirups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. Act iii. Sc. 3. He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know it, and he 's not robbed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 390 σελίδες
...say so * — OTHELLO. Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mamlragoray' Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. Enter OTHELLO. Oth. Ha! ha! false to me* lago. Why, how now, general t no more of that. Oth. Avaunt... | |
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Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. 
