Othello Quotes

·       Who hast had my purse as if the strings were thine.

·       I know my price, I am worth no worse a place.

·       I follow him to serve my turn upon him.

·       We cannot all be masters, nor all masters cannot be truly followed.

·       ‘Knee crooking knave’// ‘master’s ass’

·       In following him I follow but myself.

·       I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at, I am not what I am.

·       Thick lips

·       An old black ram is tupping your white ewe

·       Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you.

·       You’ll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse.

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

·       In an extravagant and wheeling stranger of here and everywhere.

·       I do hate him as I do hells pains.

·       I must show out a flag and sign of love, which is indeed but sign.

·       Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters’ minds by what you see them act.

·       My services which I have done the signory, shall out tongue his complaints.

·       My parts, my title and my perfect soul shall manifest me rightly.

·       Keep up your bright swords for the dew will rust them.

·       You shall more command with years than with your weapons.

·       Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted her.

·       To the sooty bosom of such a thing as thou: to fear, not to delight.

·       Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals.

·       Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it without a prompter.

·       This Moor

·       To fall in love with what she feared to look on!

·       She loved me for the dangers I had passed, and I loved her that she did pity them.

·       I am glad at soul I have no other child, for thy escape would teach me tyranny.

·       Words are words; I never did hear that the bruised heart was pieced through the ear.

·       My heart’s subdued even to the very quality of my lord.

·       I saw Othello’s visage in his mind and to his honours and his valiant parts did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.

·       Your son in law is far more fair than black.

·       Look to her Moor if thou hast eyes to see, she has deceived her father and may thee.

·       My life upon her faith!

·       Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.

·       Put money in thy purse//make money

·       These Moors are changeable in their wills.

·       Thus do I ever make my fool my purse.

·       I hate the Moor.

·       Twixt my sheets he’s done my office. I know not if it be true but I for mere suspicion in that kind will do as if for surety.

·       Hell and night must bring this monstrous birth to the world’s light.

·       The divine Desdemona

·       You are pictures out of doors, bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kitchens, saints in your injuries, devils being offended, players in your housewifery and housewives in your beds.

·       You rise to play and go to bed to work.

·       With as little a web as this will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio.

·       She’s full of most blessed condition.

·       The lusty Moor

·       Knavery’s plain face is never seen till used.

·       Iago is most honest.

·       An inviting eye, and yet methinks right modest.

·       She is indeed perfection.

·       Black Othello

·       My sick fool Roderigo, who love hath turned almost the wrong side out.

·       And whats he then that says I play the villain  when this advice is free I give and honest?

·       His soul is so enfettered to her love that she may make, unmake and do what she list.

·       Divinity of hell!

·       Ill intermingle everything he does with Cassio’s suit.

·       Why then tomorrow night or Tuesday morn on Tuesday noon or night; on Wednesday morn

·       Excellent wretch.

·       And when I love thee not, chaos is come again.

·       I nothing but to please his fantasy

·       Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

·       Villain be sure thou prove my love a whore…give me the ocular proof

·       I think my wife be honest and think she is not; I think that thou art just and think thou art not.

·       Give me a living reason she is disloyal.

·       I’ll tear her all to pieces!

·       O love, thy crown and hearted throne to tyrannous hate!

·       My friend is dead.

·       My noble Moor is true of mind and made of no such baseness as jealous creatures are.

·       There’s magic in the web of it.

·       The handkerchief!

·       I think the sun where he was born drew all such humours from him.

·       They are all but stomachs and we all but food; they eat us hungerly and when they are full they belch us.

·       Throw your vile guesses in the devil’s teeth.

·       Or to be naked with her friend in bed…not meaning any harm?

·       She is protectress of her honour too

·       Lie with her? Lie on her?

·       Handkerchief-confession-handkerchief!

·       I marry her! What! A customer!

·       How shall I murder him Iago?

·       I would have him nine years a killing.

·       I will chop her into messes! Cuckold me!

·       Do it not with poison; strangle her in her bed

·       Your wife my lord, your true and loyal wife

·       Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell

·       I took you for that cunning whore of Venice that married with Othello

·       His unkindness may defeat my life but never taint my love.

·       Let husbands know their wives have sense like them

·       I think it their husbands faults if wives do fall.

·       He hath a daily beauty in his life that makes me ugly.

·       I am no strumpet, but of life as honest as you that thus abuse me.

·       Yet she must die, else she’ll betray more men.

·       I would not kill thy unprepared spirit.

·       They are loves I bear to you//And for that thou diest.

·       That deaths unnatural that kills for loving.

·       Kill me tomorrow: let me live tonight!

·       What wife? I have no wife.

·       Nobody I myself farewell, commend me to my kind lord.

·       She’s like a liar gone to burning hell: T’was I that killed her.

·       O the more angel she, and you the blacker devil!

·       May his pernicious soul rot half a grain a day.

·       I told him what I thought and told no more than what he found himself was apt and true.

·       I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak.

·       Dull Moor//Cruel Moor

·       An honourable murderer…for nought I did in hate, but all in honour

·       Demand me nothing; what you know, you know. From this time forth I never will speak a word.

·       I have done the state some service and they know’t.

·       Killing myself to die upon a kiss.