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I follow him…
to serve my turn upon him
In following him…
I follow but myself
I am not…
what I am
Awake, what ho, Brabantio! …
thieves, thieves!
An old black ram…
is tupping your white ewe
Lasc…
Lascivious Moor
By Janus…
I think no
When she is sated with…
his body, she will find the error of her choice
Erring Barbarian…
and a subtle-subtle Venetian
If thou canst cuckhold him, …
thou dost thyself a pleasure, me a sport
I hate
the Moor
Cassio’s a
proper man
How? How?
let’s see:
The Moor is of a free and …
open nature that thinks men honest that but seem to be so
I have’t, it is engendered! …
Hell and night must bring this monstrous birth to the world’s light
Sir would she give you so much of her…
lips as of her tongue she oft bestows on me, you’d have enough
Players in your housewifery and …
housewives in … your beds!
With as little web as this …
I will ensnare as great a fly as Cassio
When blood is made dull with the act of sport …
there should be again to inflame it, and to give satiety a fresh appetite
Make the Moor thank me, …
love me, and reward me.
If I can fasten …
but one cup upon him
And what’s he then …
that says I play the villain?
I’ll pour this pestilence …
into his ear
I had rather have this tongue…
cut from my mouth than it should do offence to Michael Cassio
My lord, you know …
I love you
It is the green-eyed monster, …
which doth mock the meat it feeds on
Look to your wife, …
observe her well with Cassio. Wear your eyes thus
A good wench, …
give it me
Do not rise…
yet. [Iago kneels]
(Lie) with her, …
on her, what you will
Do it not with poison, …
strange her in her bed — even the bed she hath contaminated
Demand me nothing. …
What you know, you know. From this time forth, I never will speak word
Valiant …
Moor
Most potent, …
grave and reverend signiors
Rude am I …
in my speech
I won …
his daughter
This to hear Desdemona …
would seriously incline … with a greedy ear, devour up my discourse
‘Twas wondrous …
pitiful
She loved me for the …
the dangers I had passed and I loved her that she did pity them
A man he is of …
honesty and trust
O my fair warrior! …
My dear Othello!
If it were now to die …
‘Twere now to be most happy
Iago is most …
honest
Ha! Ha!
False to me?
Villain, be sure thou prove …
my love a whore, be sure of it, give me the ocular proof. [Catching hold of him.]
O monstrous! …
monstrous!
I’ll tear her …
all to pieces!
O blood, …
blood, blood!
Fair devil. …
Now art thou my lieutenant
The handkerchief! (x3) …
Zounds!
Confess! …
Handkerchief! O devil!
A horned man’s a …
monster and a beast
Devil! …
[Striking her]
Subtle whore, a …
closet, lock and key, of villainous secrets
Pray, chuck, …
come hither
Ah, Desdemon, …
away (x3)!
Impudent …
strumpet
Cunning whore …
of Venice!
It is the …
cause
I have plucked
the rose
O balmy
breath
O Desdemon! dead, …
Desdemon. Dead! O! O!
O fool, …
fool, fool!
Speak of me …
as I am
I kissed thee …
ere I killed thee: no way but this, killing myself to die upon a kiss
My noble father, …
I do perceive here a divided duty
But here’s my …
husband
Alas! she has …
no speech
Our general’s wife …
is now the general
I have not de …
deserved this
Why, sweet O …
Othello
Your wife, my lord: …
your true and loyal wife
Lay on my bed …
my wedding sheets
My mother had a maid …
called Barbary, She was in love, and he she loved proved mad and did forsake her
That song tonight …
will not go from my mind
Sing all a green …
willow
O, these men, these men! …
… there be women who do abuse their husbands in such gross kind?
Have mercy …
on me!
O falsely, …
falsely murdered!
Nobody. I myself. …
Farewell. Command me to my kind lord - O, farewell
A guiltless …
death I die!
How is fair …
and foolish?
Is this man …
not jealous?
They are all but stomachs …
and we all but food: they eat us hungerly, and when they are full, they belch us
A small …
vice
Who would not make her husband …
a cuckold to make him a monarch? I should venture purgatory for’t
I do think it is their husbands’ …
fault if wives do fall
Yet we have some revenge. …
Let husbands know their wives have sense like them … and have palates for sweet and sour as husbands have
The ills we do, …
their ills instruct us so
I will not charm my tongue,
…I am bound to speak
O, the more angel she, …
and you the blacker devil
Villainy …
(X6)
So speaking as I think, …
alas, I die
I have very poor and …
unhappy brains for drinking
Cassio, I love thee, …
But never more be officer of mine
I pray you pardon me, …
I cannot speak
Reputation, reputation, reputation! …
O, I have lost my reputation!
Gone she …
is
O thou foul thief, …
where hast thou stowed my daughter?
Enchanted her …
… if she in chains of magic were not bound