I.
Three great ones from the city, in personal suit to
make me his lieutenant.
This counter-caster.
I follow him to serve my turn upon him
I am not what I am
An old black ram is tupping your white ewe.
Brabantio In honest plainness thou hast heard me say,
my daughter is not for thee.
I The beast with two backs.]
B Who would be a father. Fathers from hence trust not
your daughters minds by what you see them act.
Scene 2
O My sevices which I have done the signory shall outtongue his complaints.
 Brabantio Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted
her.
Scene 3
Valiant Othello.
Her father loved me, oft invited me,
Still questioned me the story of my life.
She’d come again, and with a greedy ear
Devour up my discourse.
I think this tale would win my daughter too.
Steel couch of war
My thrice driven bed of down. I do agnise
A natural and prompt alacrity
I find in hardness.
Honest Iago
Put money in thy purse – this phrase is repeated 8 times with in
a matter of seconds as Iago talks to Roderigo.
I hate the Moor.
Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him.
Thus did I ever make my fool my purse
And it is thought abroad that ‘twixt my sheets
He’s done my offices. I know not if’t be true
But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,
Will do as if for surety.
The Moor is of a free and open nature,
That thinks men honest that but seem to be so,
And will as tenderly be led by th’nose
As asses are.
ACT 2 Scene 1
Brave Othello
Let the heavens give him
defence against these elements.
The divine Desdemona
The captain’s captain
Bold Iago
Valiant Cassio
Sir, would she give you so much of her lips
As of her tongue she oft bestows on me.
You are pictures out-of-doors
Bells in your parlour, wild-cats in your kitchens,
Saints in youe 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. Ay, smile upon her do. I will gyve thee in thine own
courtship
As honest as I am
Good Iago
If she had been blessed, she would never have loved the Moor.
Do you find some occasion to anger Cassio? He’s rash and very
sudden in choler.
The Moor is of a constant, loving noble nature and I dare say
he will prove to Desdemona a most dear husband. Now I do love
her too.
But partly led to diet my revenge
For I suspect the lusty Moor
Hath leapt into my seat. The thought whereof doth like a
poisonous mineral gnaw at my inwards
And nothing can or shall content my soul
Till I am evened with him, wife for wife.
Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor
At least into jealousy so strong
That judgment cannot cure.
For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too
Scene 3
Iago is most honest
She’s a most exquisite lady
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking
He’ll be as full of quarrels and offence as my young mistress’
dog.
Noble Moor
Worthy Othello,
Give me to know how this foul rout began, who set it on , and he
that is approved in this offence,
Though he had twinned with me at a birth Shall lose me.
The name of Cassio is repeated 6 times by Iago in the next
speech
Iago, thy honesty and love does mince this matter making it
light to Cassio. Cassio I love thee; but nevermore be officer of
mine.
Oh I have lost my reputation, I have lost the immortal part of
myself and what remains is bestial.
As I am an honest man… Reputation is an idle , and most false
imposition, oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
O God that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal
away their brains.
Our general’s wife is now the general.
In the sincerity of love and honest kindness.
And what’s he then that says I play the villain, When this
advice is free I give and honest, Probal to think and indeed the
course to win the Moor again.
Divinity of Hell, when devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows As I do now.
I’ll pour pestilence into his ear
She shall undo her credit with the Moor.
So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
And out of her own goodness make the net
That shall enmesh them all.
Myself the while to draw the Moor apart,
And bring him jump when he may Cassio find
Soliciting his wife.
Act 3 Scene 3
Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do
All my abilities in thy behalf.
Was that not Cassio parted with my wife?
Cassio, my Lord?...That he should sneak away so guilty-like,
Seeing you coming.
But I do love thee; and when I love thee not
Chaos is come again.
I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
O yes, and went between us oft.
Is he not honest?
My Lord, for aught I know.
I heard thee say even now, thou lik’st not that,
When Cassio left my wife.
And didst contract and purse thy brow together
These stops of thine affright more
I think he is honest
Men should be what they seem
>Nay, yet there is more in this
Beware my Lord of jealousy.
It is the green eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
Look to your wife,
Observe her well with Cassio
She did deceive her father, marrying you.
Iago keeps repeating that he can see that his words have
moved Othello and that he doesn’t mean them to. Othello at
first says they haven’t but the more Iago says they do the
more they actually do.
Why did I marry? This honest creature doubtless
Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.
This fellow is of exceeding honesty,
O curse of marriage!
That we can call these delicate creatures ours but not theis
appetites.
hath an hundred times wooed me to steal it.
Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as
proofs of holy writ.
Avaunt be gone. Thou hast set me on the rack.
What sense had I of her stol’n hours of lust?
I saw’t not, thought it not, it harmed not me.
I slept the next night well, fed well, was free and merry.
Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore,
Give me the ocular proof
Make me to see’t: or at the least, so prove it,
That the probation bear no hinge nor loop
To hang a doubt on…
I’ll have some proof… As Dian’s visage, is now begrimed and
black as mine own face
In sleep I heard him say,”Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves;”
Then kiss me hard,
As if he plucked up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips; then laid his leg across my thigh…
I’ll tear her all to pieces
Even so my bloody thoughts with violent pace
Shall ne’er look back
Within these three days let me hear you say,”Cassio’s not
alive”.
The handkerchief
Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father
Entirely to her love, but if she lost it
Or made a gift of it, my father’s eye should hold her loathed.
To lose it or to give it away would be of such perdition
As nothing else would match.
There’s magic in the web of it.
Fetch me the handkerchief. My mind misgives.
The handkerchief? I pray, talk to me of Cassio.
I never gave him cause
But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause.
It is a monster begot upon itself, born on itself.
Act 4 Scene 1
Work on,
My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught,
And many worthy and chaste dames, even thus,
All guiltless, meet reproach.
As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad.
And see how he prizes the foolish woman, your wife,
She gave it him and he hast giv’n it to his whore.
I will chop her into messes.
Strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated
Good, good, the justice of it pleases.
Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate
Call all in all sufficient.
I am sorry that I am deceived in him.
Scene 2
I durst my lord to wager she is honest.
This is a subtle whore
I understand the fury of the words, but not the words
Swear thou art honest
Heaven truly knows thou art as false as hell.
I hope my noble lord esteems me honest
O ay as summer flies are in the shambles.
Impudent strumpet.
What, not a whore?
Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhored her,
That true heart cannot bear.
I will be hanged if some eternal villain
Some busy insinuating rogue,
Some cogging, couzining slave, to get some office
Have not devised this slander.
The Moor abused by some most villainous knave,
And hell gnaw his bones.
You are a fool, go to!
My love doth so approve him;
That even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns…have grace
and favour in them.
If I do die before thee…
Dost thou in conscience think,
That there be women do abuse their husbands
There be such, no question
What ist they do when they do change us? Is it sport?
Act 5 Scene i
Now whether he kill Casio,
Or Cassio him, or do each kill the other,
Every way makes my gain.
O damned Iago! Inhuman dog!
Scene 2
Yet she must die, else she’ll betray more men.
But once put out thy light,
Thou cunning’st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethian heat
That can thy light relume.
I would not kill thy soul
Kill me tomorrow…
But half an hour…
But while I say one prayer…
A guiltless death I die.
You heard her say herself, it was not I.
She is a liar gone to burning hell.
Twas I who killed her
Oh the more angel she and thou art a devil
She was as false as water
Ay twas he (Iago) that told me on her first.
My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.
If he says so may his pernicious soul
Rot half a grain a day. He lies to th’heart
O gull! O dolt!
As ignorant as dirt.
He says thou toldst him that his wife was false.
I told him what I thought, and told no more.
You told a lie, an odious, damned lie.
Here is my journey’s end…
Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?
O thou Othello that wast once so good
An honourable murderer…
For naught did I hate, but all in honour
Why he hath ensnared me body and soul?
Demand me nothing. What you know you know,
From this time forth I never will speak a word.
Then you must speak of one who loved not wisely but too well.
Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, perplexed in the
extreme.
I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
For he was great of heart.