...often did beguile her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke, That my youth sufl'er'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swo^t. —In failli, 'twas strange, 'twas passing su-ange ; (1) Open proof. (2) Weak show. (3) The...

...interested him most. But Emily, with pale cheeks and "lips apart," heard me in silent wonder — and, My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs. . " Drive without delay to the villains' haunt, and exterminate them without mercy, root and hranch,"...

...imagining that he saw, in his favorite son, some future Demosthenes, Cicero, Chatham, Burke, or Fox. In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange ! 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful! But a great part of my success depends upon the manner in which I eulogize the children to their respective...

...for thinking of it, and rnarvellinjf bow it would end, feeling ready to exclaim with Desdemona — " In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful !" A Recollection of the Gifted. It was not enough for us that the authoress was a Mrs. Inchbald; we...

...wooed Desdemona with the rousing story of his life, he recalled her human reaction (and his triumph): She swore in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: . . . she thank'd me, I should but teach him how to tell my story. And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake:...

...thence" and then she would return to hear more. When he filled in the details of his stories, Desdemona "swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; / "Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful," and loved him for the dangers he experienced. 9. Desdemona perceives "a divided duty" between her father...

...did beguile her of her tears 175 When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffered. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world...passing strange, Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful; 180 She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man. She thanked...

...often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of [kisses]. She swore in faith 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful....

...silent; then, with lowered eyes, quietly: "I don't know what to say." But she did; exactly: "I love you." My story being done She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: . . . She loved me for the dangers I had passed And I loved her that she did pity them. His tears almost blinded...

...center of storytelling performance not because of what it says but because of what it does. Conclusion My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs .... Shakespeare, Othello The pictures painted on rocks ten thousand years ago are silent testimony...