Othello - Act 3

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  • Othello - Act 3
    • Cassio
      • I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest
    • Othello
      • Why did I marry?
      • Haply, for I am black, and have not those soft parts of conversation
      • She’s gone; I am abused
      • O curse of marriage
      • If she be false, O then heaven mocks itself! I’ll not believe’t
      • I am to blame
      • Your napkin is too little
      • What sense had I of her stol’n hours of lust? I saw’t not, thought it not; it harmed not me
      • Farwell the tranquil mind
      • Farwell! Othello’s occupation’s gone!
      • Give me the ocular proof
      • Her name, that was a fresh As Dian’s visage, is now begrimed and black As mine own face
      • Death and damnation- O!
      • But this denoted a foregone conclusion
      • I’ll tear her all to pieces!
      • Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
      • O, blood, blood, blood!
      • Damn her, lewd minx: O, damn her, damn her!
      • Some swift means of death For the fair devil
      • For such things in a false disloyal knave Are tricks of custom; but in a man that’s just, They close dilations, working from the heart
      • This hand is moist
      • The handkerchief x3
      • I'll know thy thoughts
      • For she had eyes and chose me. No, Iago,I’ll see before I doubt
    • Iago
      • “O: Is he not honest?I: ‘Honest’, my lord?O: ‘Honest’? Ay, honestI: My lord, for aught I knowO: What dost thou think?I: ‘Think’, my lord?O: ‘Think’, my lord? By heaven, thou echo’st me, As if there were some monster in thy thought Too hideous to be shown”
      • Men should be what they seem
      • “I: My lord, I see you’re movedO: Mo, not much moved…O: And yet, how nature erring from itself-”
      • Foolish wifeA good wenchGo, leave me
      • The Moor already changes with my poison
      • Trifles light as air
      • the green-eyed monster which doth mockThe meat it feeds on
      • Observe her well with Cassio
      • She did deceive her father, marrying you,And when she seemed to shake and fear your looks,She loved them most.
    • Desdemona
      • Why then, tomorrow night; or Tuesday morn; On Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday morn
      • His bed shall seem a school,
      • made of no such baseness As jealous creatures are
      • I think the sun where he was born Drew all such humours from him
      • My lord is not my lord
      • We must think men are not gods
    • Emilia
      • I warrant it grieves my husband As if the case were his
      • I nothing, but to please his fantasy
      • Poor lady, she’ll run mad
      • They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; they eat us hungerly, and when they are full They belch us
      • They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they’re jealous: ‘tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on iteslef”

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