...blood, 43 j Burn like the mines of sulphur. — I did say so : — Enter OTHELLO. Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever med'cine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owd'st yesterday. Oth. Ha! ha! false to me...

...blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur. — I did say so: — Enter Othello. Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever med'cine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. Oth. Ha! ha! false to me?...

...blood, Êurn like the mines of sulphur. — I did say so:— Enter Othello. Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora *, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever med'cine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst * yesterday. Oth. Ha ! ha! false to...

...blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur. — I did say so : — Enter OTHELLO. 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. Oth. Ha ! ha ! false to me...

...mandragora.] A plant of which the infusion was supposed to procure sleep. Shakspeare mentions it in Othello: " Not poppy, nor mandragora, " Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, " Shall ever med'cine thee to that sweet sleep—." Johnson. So, in Webster's Dutches, of Malfy, 1633:...

...propitious to the undertaking, and vowed by the beard of Bickerstaife, and the pipe of Will. Honeycomb, that " not poppy, nor mandragora, nor all the drowsy syrups of the world," should tempt him to sleep on his post. In the customary hours of rest, the Vigil has been watchful...

...blood, turn like the mines of sulphur.— I did eay so : — . Enter OTHELLO. 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. Oth. Ha! ha! false to me?...

...strong As proofs of holy writ. . The Tortures of Jealousy. Enter Othello. /ago. Look where he conies ! 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. Oth. Ha! ha! false to me?...

...Burn like the mines of sulphur. — I did say so : — /.'.-.i'.- OTHELLO. Look ! where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that tueet tleep Which, thou oic'dtt yaterday." Then follows, without break,...

...of an alchemist at the moment of projection. — I did say so : Look where he comes [Enter OTHELLO]. 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. Again he says : — — Work...