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OTHELLO

by: William Shakespeare


For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

--Iago, Act I, scene i

Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe.

--Iago, Act I, scene i

Your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

--Iago, Act I, scene i

Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience
To do no contrived murder: I lack iniquity
Sometimes to do me service.

--Iago, Act I, scene ii

Thus do I ever make my fool my purse.

--Iago, Act I, scene iii

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

--Duke, Act I, scene iii

But words are words; I never yet did hear
That the bruised heart was pierced through the ear.

--Brabantio, Act I, scene iii

Knavery's plain face is never seen till us'd.

--Iago, Act II, scene i

O! I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.

--Cassio, Act II, scene ii

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!

--Cassio, Act II, scene ii

Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used; exclaim no more against it.

--Iago, Act II, scene ii

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit and lost without deserving.

--Iago, Act II, scene iii

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

--Iago, Act III, scene iii

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.

--Iago, Act III, scene iii

Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy,
To follow still the changes of the moon
With fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubt,
Is once to be resolved.

--Othello, Act III, scene iii

If she be false, O! then heaven mocks itself.

--Othello, Act III, scene iii

O curse of marriage,
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love
For others' uses.

--Othello, Act III, scene iii

Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore,
Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof;
Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog
Than answer my wak'd wrath.

--Othello, Act III, scene iii

Who would not make her husband a cuckold, to make him a monarch?

--Emilia, Act IV, scene iii

Heaven me such uses send,
Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend.

--Desdemona, Act IV, scene iii

O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
Justice to break her sword. One more, one more!
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
And love thee after. One more, and that's the last!
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,
But they are cruel tears. This sorrow's heavenly;
It strikes where it doth love. She wakes.

--Othello, Act V, scene ii

I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice: then, must you speak
Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdu'd eyes
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their med'cinable gum. Set you down this;
And say besides, that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk
Beat a Venetian and traduc'd the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him thus.

--Othello, Act V, scene ii

I kissed thee ere I killed thee, no way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

--Othello, Act V, scene ii

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