Othello Key quotes

Tush..

never tell be

s’

blood

I know my

price

Were I the Moor

I would not be Iago

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve

For daws to peck at: I am not what I am

an old black ram

is tupping your white ewe

I love the gentle

Desdemona

Keep up your bright swords

for the dew will rust them

What drugs, what charms,

what conjuration…

I won his

daughter

a moth

of peace

I will incontinently

drown myself

Virtue?

A fig.

It is merely a lust of

the blood

Put money in

thy purse

An erring

barbarian

A supersubtle

Venetian

I hate

the Moor

Be led by th’nose

As asses are

It is

engendered

Hell and night

must bring this monstrous birth to the world’s light

I have lost him

on a dangerous sea

the divine

Desdemona

my fair

warrior

her eye must be

fed

abhor

the Moor

like a poisonous mineral

gnaw my inwards

Reputation

reputation, reputation

Our general’s wife

is now the general

Make, unmake,

do what she list

his weak

function

Divinity of hell

when devils will the blackest sins put on

I’ll pour this

pestilence into his ear

And out of her own goodness make the net

that shall enmesh them all

Soliciting his

wife

I never knew a Florentine

more kind and honest

I will deny thee

nothing

But I do love thee and when I love thee not

Chaos is come again

I think he is honest

I think so too

It is the green-eyed monster

Which doth mock the meat it feeds on

For she had eyes

and chose me

Away at once with love

or jealousy

Of her own clime

complexion and degree

Why did I

marry?

That we call these delicate creatures ours

And not their appetites

Are you not

well

Your napkin is too

little

I nothing but to

please his fantasy

Farewell the

tranquil mind

Her name that was as fresh as

Dian’s visage, is now begrimed and black

I’ll tear her

all to pieces

All my fond love thus

do I blow to heaven. Tis gone

Arise black vengeance

from the hollow hell

Damn her, lewd minx!

Oh damn her, damn her!

the fair

devil

I am your own

forever

the sun where

he was born

this hand is

moist

a good hand

a frank one

I say it is not

lost

When they are full

they belch us

My lord is not

my lord

unhandsome

warrior

it is a monster, begot

upon itself, born on itself

A housewife that by selling her desires

buys herself bread and clothes; it is a create that dotes on Cassio

I marry her? What?

A customer?

Strangle her in the bed

even the bed she hath contaminated

Why, sweet Othello

[strikes her]

I will not stay

to offend you

Goats and

monkeys

Your wife, my lord;

your true and loyal wife

To whom my lord? With whom?

How am I false?

Are not you a strumpet?

No, as I am a Christian

that cunning whore

of Venice

If any such there be, heaven pardon him

A halter pardon him, and hell gnaw his bones!

No, unpin

me here

No, by this heavenly light

Nor I neither by this heavenly light. I might do’t as well i’th’dark

And have not we affections,

Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?

O Cassio,

Cassio, Cassio!

Smooth as

monumental alabaster

Put out the light and then

put out the light

O balmy breath, that dost almost

persuade Justice to break her sword

Kill me tomorrow:

let me live tonight!

Sweet Desdemona, o sweet mistress

speak

O who hath done this deed

Nobody. I myself

A lie,

an odious damned lie

Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all,

All, all cry shame against me, yet I’ll speak

So speaking as I think,

alas, I die

From this time forth

I never will speak word

Of one that loved not wisely

but too well