Othello - Act 2
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- Created on: 01-06-18 14:34
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- Othello - Act 2
- Scene 1
- Montano
- I have served him, and the man commands Like a full soldier
- Roderigo
- Well.
- Othello
- “O: O my fair warrior!D: My dear Othello!”
- If it were now to die, ‘Twere now to be most happy; for I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Suceeds in unknown fate
- Honey, you shall be well desired in Cyrpus; I have found great love amongst them
- Desdemona
- O, fie upon thee, slanderer!
- O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do not learn of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband
- The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase Even as our days do grow
- C***io
- a maid That paragons description and wild fame
- You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar
- ‘tis my breeding That gives me this bold show of courtesy
- Iago
- so much of her lips As of her tongue she oft bestows on me, You’d have enough
- 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 C***io
- Very good; well kissed, and excellent courtesy
- loveliness in favour, sympathy in years, manners and beauties: all which the Moor is defective in
- begin to heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor
- hath all those requisites in him that folly and green minds look after
- I do love her too, Not out of absolute lust... But partly led to diet my revenge
- wife for wife
- Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me, For making him egregiously an ***
- Montano
- Scene 2
- Scene 3
- C***io
- you must not think then that I am drunk
- Reputation, reputation, reputation!
- I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial
- Othello
- The purchase made, the fruits are to ensure; That profit’s yet to come ‘tween me and you
- Are we turned Turks, and to ourselves do that Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites?
- Honest Iago
- thy honesty and love doth mince this matter
- My blood begins my safer guides to rule
- ‘tis the soldiers’ life To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife
- Iago
- “I: she is sport for Jove.C: She’s a most exquisite ladyI: And, I’ll warrant her, full of gameC: Indeed she’s a most fresh and delicate creature”
- warlike isle
- I fear, the trust Othello puts him in, On some odd time of his infirmity Will shake this island.
- I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth That it should do offence to Michael C***io
- Reputation is an idle and most false imposition
- Our general’s wife is now the general
- She is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition
- what's he then, that says i play the villain, When this advice is free i give, and honest
- When devils will the blackest sins put on, They do suggest at first with heavenly shows, As i do now
- I'll put this pestilence into his ear
- I turn her virtue into pitch
- C***io
- Scene 1
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