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1 Evades them with bombast circumstance, horrible stuffed with epithets of war Iago Mere prattle without practice

Iago I follow him to serve my turn upon him Iago I am not what I am Iago An old black ram is tupping your white ewe Iago Your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs Iago Thou art a villain Brabantio Damned Sooty Foul Thicklips Moor Brabantio/Iago I must be found. My parts, my title and my perfect soul shall manifest me rightly Othello Thou has enchanted her Brabantio She is abused, stoln from me and corrupted by spells and medicines Brabantio A maiden never bold; of spirit so still and quiet that her motion blushed at herself Brabantio She gave me for my pains a world of signs she loved me for the dangers I had passed Othello But words are words; I never yet did hear that the bruised heart was pierced through the ear

That I did love the Moor to live with him Desdemona I therefore beg it not to please the palate of my appetite, nor to comply with heat the young affects Othello Honest Iago Othello Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus Iago Our bodies are our gardens, to which our wills are gardeners Iago I take this, that you call love, to be sect or scion Iago Put but money in thy pursefill thy purse with money Iago The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts shall be to him shortly as acerb as the coloquintida Iago When she is sated with his body she will find the error of her choice Iago If thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a pleasure, me a sport Iago There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered Iago

2 Our great captains captain Cassio To suckle fools and chronicle small beer Iago With as little a web as this I will ensnare as great a fly as Cassio Iago O, my fair warrior Othello If it were now to die, Twere now to be most happy Othello I prattle out of practice and I dote in mine own comforts Othello She first loved the Moor but for bragging and telling her fantastical lies Iago Her eye must be fed. And what delight shall she have to look on the devil? Iago I do suspect the lusty Moor Iago Nothing can or shall content my soul till I am evened with him, wife for wife Iago Put the Moor into a jealousy so strong that judgement cannot cure Iago Make the Moor thank me, love me and reward me Iago For making him egregiously an ass Iago Reputation, reputation, reputation! Cassio I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial Cassio Our generals wife is now the general Iago I play the villain Iago Indeed the course to win the Moor again Iago For tis most easy thinclining Desdemona to subdue in any honest suit Iago Shes framed as fruitful as the free elements Iago His soul is so enfettered to her love Iago Ill pour pestilence into his ear Iago So will I turn her virtue into pitch Iago Out of her own goodness make the net shall enmesh them all Iago

3 Ha! I like not that Iago Perdition catch my soul but I do love thee; and when I love thee not, chaos is come again Othello I did not think he had been acquainted with her Iago Some monster in his thought Othello Men should be what they seem Iago Jealousy: it is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on Iago Thinkst thou Id make a life of jealousy Othello In Venice they do let God see the pranks they dare not show their husbands Iago She did deceive her father, marrying you Iago Long live she so, and long live you to think so! Iago Why did I marry? Othello This honest creature doubtless sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds Othello This fellows of exceeding honesty Othello O curse of marriage, that we can call these delicate creatures ours and not their appetites! Othello I had rather be a toad and live upon the vapour of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses Othello If she be false Othello The Moor already changes with my poison Iago I found not Cassios kisses on her lips Othello Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body so I have nothing known Othello Farewell the tranquil mind! Farewell content! Othello Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore; be sure of it. Give me the ocular proof Othello Make me to seet Othello I should be wise; for honestys a fool and loses that it works for Iago I think my wife be honest, and think she is not; I think that thou art just, and think thou art not

Her name is now begrimed and black as mine own face Othello

Death and damnation! O! Othello Give me a living reason shes disloyal Othello In sleep I hear him say, Sweet Desdemona, let us be wary, let us hide our loves Iago Kiss me hard Lay his leg over my thigh Iago Yet be wise; yet we see nothing done Iago Like to the Pontic Sea, whose icy current and compulsive course neer feels retiring ebb Othello Now art thou my lieutenant Othello O damn her eath for the fair devil! Othello My noble Moor is true of mind and made of no such baseness as jealous creatures are Desdemona Is he not jealous? Emelia But if she lost it or made a gift of it, my fathers eye should hold her loathd Othello Theres magic in the web of it Othello Conserved of maidens hearts Othello Is not this man jealous? Emilia They are all but stomachs, and we all but food Emilia Something hath puddled his clear spirit Desdemona I never gave him cause Desdemona They are not ever jealous for the cause, but jealous for theyre jealous Emilia Tis a monster begot upon itself, born on itself Emilia Heaven keep that monster from Othellos mind Desdemona

4 Her honour is an essence thats not seen Iago The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven Othello Zounds, thats fulsome! Handkerchief confessions handkerchief! Othello Pish! Noses, ears and lips Othello A hornd mans a monster and a beast Othello His unbookish jealousy must construe poor Cassios smiles, gestures, and light behaviours quite in the wrong Iago To see how he prizes the foolish woman your wife: she gave it him Iago Let her rot and perish, and be damned tonight, for she shall not live Othello My heart is turned to stone: I strike it and it hurts my hand Othello She can turn and turn Othello Goats and monkeys! Othello Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom Emilia For if she not be honest, chaste, and true, theres no man happy Emilia This is a subtle whore, a closet lock and key of villainous secrets Othello Where I have garnered up my heart the fountain from the which my current runs or else dries up Othello The moon winks the bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets Othello I took your for that cunning whore of Venice Othello The Moors abused by some villainous knave Emilia I know not how I lost him Desdemona To do the act that might the addition earn not the worlds mass of vanity could make me

It is their husbands faults if wives do fall Emilia I have rubbed this young quat almost to the sense Iago He hath daily beauty in his life that makes me ugly Iago O damned Iago! O inhuman dog! Roderigo This is the night that either makes me, or fordoes me quite Iago

It is the cause, it is the cause Othello Thou dost stone my heart, and makst me call what I intend to do murder, which I though sacrifice Othello My wife my wife, my wife! What wife? I have no wife Othello Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse of sun and moon Othello It is the very error of the moon Othello Shes like a liar gone to burning hell: twas I that killed her Othello Villainy hath made mocks with love! Emilia I will speak as liberal as the North Emilia I will never speak word Iago Id have thee live, for in my sense tis happiness to die Othello One that loved not wisely, but too well Othello Of one not easily jealous but, eing wrought, perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand threw a pearl away Othello I took by ththroat the circumcised dog and smote him thus Othello All thats spoke is marred! Gartiano My blood begins my safer guides to rule Othello Whistle her off to prey at fortune Othello Yet she must die, else shell betray more men Othello