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“Par l'univers ! Je crois que ma femme est honnête et qu'elle ne l'est pas ; je crois que tu es probe et que tu ne l'es pas ; je veux avoir quelque preuve. Son nom, qui était pur comme le visage de Diane, est maintenant terni et noir comme ma face !... S'il y a encore des cordes ou des couteaux, des poisons ou du feu ou des flots suffocants, je n'endurerai pas cela ! Oh ! avoir la certitude !”

Quote by William Shakespeare

Book:Othello

Work

Othello

Othello is a Shakespearean tragedy that delves into the complexities of human emotions, particularly jealousy and betrayal. The story revolves around the protagonist, Othello, a Moorish general, and his wife, Desdemona. The narrative unfolds as Othello's jealousy leads to tragic consequences. more

Author

William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare (1564 - April 23, 1616) was one of the greatest poets of the English Renaissance, renowned for his dramatic works. His plays spanned a variety of genres, including tragedy, comedy, and history, and have had a profound impact on literature worldwide. more

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