Othello Act 1

A fellow most damned in wife

That never set a squadron in the field

Nor the devision of battle knows more than a spinster

unless the bookish theoric

Is all his soldiership, but he, sir, had the election 

I follow him to do my turn upon him 

we cant all be masters, nor cannot all masters be truly followed

I am not what I am

Even now, now, now very now, an old black ram 

Is tupping your white ewe

Or else the devil make a grandsire of you

you'll have your daughter covered with a barbary horse

you'll have your nephews neigh to you

You'll have your coursers for cousins and gennets for germans

your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs

Oh, heaven, how got she out? Oh, treason of the blood?

Is there not charms

By which property of youth and maidhood

May be abused?

Though in the trade of war I have slain men, yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience

To do not contrived murder

And spoke with such scurvy and provoking terms 

Agianst your honor

I fetch my life and being 

From men of royal seige, and my demerits

...As this that I have reached

My parts, my life, and my perfect soul

Shall manifest me rightly

Faith, he tonight hath boarded a land carrack.

O thou foul thief

Damned ad thou art. thoiu art hast enchanted her!

If she in chains of magic were bound

That thou hast practiced on her with foul charms 

Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals 

(In response to is she dead)

Ay, to me. 

...corrupted

by spells and medicines bought of mountebanks

For nature so preposterously to err, 

Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,

Sans witchcraft could not

And you of her, the bloody book of law...

though our proper son 

Stood in ypur action

Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors

Rude am I in speech

And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace

Against all rules of nature, and must be driven

To find out practices of cunning hell

That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood.

I do beseech you, 

Send for the lady to the Sagittary

And let her speak of me before her afther

My life upon her faith!

She loved me for the dangers i had passed, 

And I loved her that she did pity them

This only witchcraft I have used

I do percieve here a divided duty 

And so much duty as my mother

Due to the Moor my lord

my ensign is an honest and trustworthy man.

I have professed my friend

Thus do I ever make my fool my purse

that 'twixt my sheets 

he's done my office

he (cassio) hath a person and a smooth dispose 

To be suspected, framed top make women false

The Moor is of free and open nature

That thinks ,em honest that seem to be so.

I have't. It is engendered! Hell and night

Must bring this monstrous birth tp the world's light