Tuesday, November 11, 2014
O ill-starred wench,
Pale as thy smock! When we shall meet at compt,
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,
And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl,
Even like thy chastity.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 5, sc. 2, l. 272-6.
Looking at Desdemona's lifeless body; "compt" means the day of judgment.