Othello Key Quotes

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A natural and prompt
alacrity I find in hardness
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not to please
the palate of my appetite
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nor from mine own weak merits
will I draw the smallest fear or doubt of her revolt for she had eyes and chose me
3 of 85
when she seemed to shake and fear
your looks, she loved them most
4 of 85
Haply for I am black
and have not those soft parts of conversation
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I am declined
into the vale of years
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To make me the fixed figure
for the time of scorn to point his slow unmoving finger at
7 of 85
when she speaks
is it not an alarum to love?
8 of 85
Our general's wife
is now the general
9 of 85
send for
the lady
10 of 85
I am glad at soul I have no other child,
for thy escape would teach me tyranny to hang clogs on them
11 of 85
Dead? Ay, to me
She is abused, stolen from me
12 of 85
her jesses were
my dear heart strings
13 of 85
O curse of marriage
that we can call these delicate creatures our but not their appetites
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She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
and I loved her that she did pity them
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as little a web as this
I will ensnare as great a fly as Cassio
16 of 85
So I will turn her virtue into pitch,
and out of her own goodness make the net
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I am bound
to thee forever
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Do it not with poison;
strangle her in her bed
19 of 85
this is the night that either makes me
or fordoes me quite
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Fallen in the practise
of a damned slave
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the tragic loading of this bed:
this is thy work
22 of 85
O, I have lost my reputation!
I have lost the immortal part of myself
23 of 85
He that filches me from my good name
robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed
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our unbitted lusts;
whereof I take this, that you call love, to be a sect or scion
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It is merely a lust of the blood
and a permission of the will
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when the blood is made dull with the act of sport,
there should be... a fresh appetite
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her delicate tenderness will find itself abused,
begin to heave the gorge, relish and abhor the Moor
28 of 85
They are all but stomachs, and we are all but food;
they eat us hungerly, and when they are full, they belch us
29 of 85
Nobody; I myself. Farewell
Commend me to my kind lord
30 of 85
Here I kneel: if e'er my will did trespass against his love
either in discourse of thought or actual deed
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[he strikes her]
I have not deserved this
32 of 85
I will not stay
to offend you
33 of 85
Whate'er you be,
I am obedient
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she must die
else she'll betray more men
35 of 85
What I intend to do a murder,
which I thought a sacrifice
36 of 85
An honourable murderer, if you will;
for naught I did in hate, but all in honour
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Be sure to prove my love a whore; be sure of it.
Give me ocular proof
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I have no great devotion to the deed,
and yet he hath given me satisfying reasons
39 of 85
When I have plucked the rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again; its needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree
40 of 85
For if such actions may have passage free,
bondslaves and pagans shall our statesmen be
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he tonight hath
boarded a land carrack
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my downright violence and storm of fortunes
may trumpet to the world
43 of 85
Put out the light,
and then put out thy light
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Of one that loved not wisely,
but too well
45 of 85
I would not kill thy
unprepared spirit
46 of 85
Requires you post-haste-post
appearance
47 of 85
You have been hotly called for, when,
being not at your lodging found
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slubber the gloss of your new fortunes
with this more stubborn and boisterous expedition
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you are pictures out of doors...
players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds
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you rise to play
and go to bed to work
51 of 85
Gentlemen all, I do suspect
this trash to be a party in this injury
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Nay, guiltiness will speak,
though tongues were out of use
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hath made a gross revolt.
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes in an extravagant and wheeling stranger
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I perceive here
a divided duty
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she has deceived her father
and may thee
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she must die
else she'll betray more men
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the plague of great ones...
destiny unshunnable, like death
58 of 85
This hand is
moist, my lady
59 of 85
Here's a young and sweating devil
that commonly rebels
60 of 85
There's millions now alive
that nightly lie in those unproper beds
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I will chop her into messes.
Cuckhold me!
62 of 85
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice
that married with Othello
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dost thou in conscience think- tell me, Emilia
that their be women do abuse their husbands in such gross kind?
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Have we not affections, desires
for sport, and frailty, as men have?
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The ills we do
their ills instruct us so
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thy bed, lust-stained,
shall with lust's blood be spotted
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I am not
what I am
68 of 85
and will as tenderly
be led by the nose as asses are
69 of 85
Thou young and rose-lipped cherubin;
Ay, there look grim as hell
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O, thou weed,
who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet
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I follow him
to serve my turn upon him
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old black ram
is tupping your white ewe
73 of 85
To seel her father's eyes up close as oak
he thought twas witchcraft
74 of 85
A will most rank,
foul disproportion, thoughts unnatural
75 of 85
Her will, recoiling to better judgement
may fail to match up with her country forms, and happily repent
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thou has practiced on her with foul charms...
with drugs and minerals
77 of 85
being not deficient, blind, or lame
sans witchcraft could not
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these Moors are
changeable in their wills
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to fall in love with
what she feared to look on?
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It is my nature's plague to spy into abuses
and oft my jealousy shapes faults that are not
81 of 85
It is the green eyed monster
which doth mock the meat it feeds on
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Trifles light are air
are to the jealous confirmations strong
83 of 85
They are not ever jealous for the cause
but jealous for they're jealous
84 of 85
Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought,
perplexed in the extreme
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Card 2

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not to please

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the palate of my appetite

Card 3

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nor from mine own weak merits

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Card 4

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when she seemed to shake and fear

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Preview of the front of card 4

Card 5

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Haply for I am black

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