Othello Iago Desdemona Cassio Emilia Bianca Roderigo

as loving his own I follow him to serve the gentle Desdemona Nor the division of a she has no speech You are jealous now My daughter is not
pride and purposes my turn upon him battle knows That this is from for thee (Brabantio)
(Iago) More than a spinster some mistress, some
(Iago) remembrance
the thicklips Were I the Moor, I a land carack mere prattle, without Players in your I never knew woman Come, be a man
would not be Iago practice (Iago) housewifery, and love man so (Iago)
housewives' in your
beds
Barbary horse Thou art a villain a maid so tender, fair Cassio's a proper man My wayward poor rogue! I think, i' if thou canst cuckold
(Brabantio) and happy husband hath a faith, she loves me him, thou dost
hundred times thyself a pleasure, me
Woo'd me to steal it; a sport
lascivious Moor- I do hate him as I do she shunned He hath a person and what he will do with she is my sick fool Roderigo,
hell-pains The wealthy curled a smooth dispose it persuaded I will Whom love hath
darlings of our nation To be suspected, Heaven knows, not I marry her, out of her turn'd almost the
framed to make own love and wrong side out
women false flattery

an extravagant and Honest Iago delicate youth 'tis my breeding I nothing but to This is the monkey's not like a hound that
wheeling stranger That gives me this bold please his fantasy own giving out hunts, but one that
show of courtesy (Cassio) fills up the cry
my perfect soul Our bodies are our She is abused, stol'n I They are all but This is some minx's And yet he hath given
Shall manifest me gardens, to the which from me, and ensnare as great a fly stomachs, and we all token me satisfying reasons:
rightly our wills are gardeners corrupted as Cassio but food 'Tis but a man gone
O thou foul thief the bold Iago (Cassio) A maiden never bold such tricks as They are not ever give it your hobby-
these strip you out of jealous for the horse
your lieutenantry cause,
(Iago) But jealous for they
are jealous

sooty bosom thou praisest the To fall in love with The tis a monster He hath given it his
worst best what she fear'd to knave is handsome Begot upon itself, whore (Iago)
look on born on itself
Bond-slaves and Make the Moor thank with a greedy ear That Cassio loves I saw no harm, and notable strumpet!
pagans shall our me, love me and Devour up my [Desdemona], I do well then I heard
statesmen be reward me discourse believe it Each syllable that
breath made up
between them
Rude am I in my Iago is most honest She gave me for my this poor trash of I durst, my lord, to do suspect this trash
speech, pains a world of sighs Venice (Iago) wager she is honest, To be a party in this
And little bless'd injury
with the soft phrase
of peace
I won his daughter Thy honesty and love She loved me for the I fear Cassio with my Lay down my soul at Do you perceive the
doth mince this matter dangers I had pass'd night-cap too stake gastness of her eye?
I loved her that she As I am an honest man A moth of peace I have very poor and If any wretch have nay, guiltiness will
did pity them unhappy brains for put this in your speak,
drinking head, Though tongues
Let heaven requite it were out of use
with the serpent's
curse!
I saw Othello's visage You advise me well She has deceived her He is a soldier fit to she's a simple bawd This is the fruit of
in his mind (Cassio) father, and may thee stand by Caesar whoring
These Moors are what's he then that My life upon her faith I fear the trust Othello You, mistress, ie upon thee,
changeable in says I play the villain? puts him in That have the office strumpet! (Emilia)
their wills opposite to Saint
Peter,
And keep the gate of
hell!
an erring barbarian I'll pour this pestilence a supersubtle Are we turn'd Turks turn the key and I am no strumpet;
into his ear Venetian (Othello to Cassio) keep our counsel but of life as honest
(Othello) As you that thus
abuse me
The Moor is of a free I am not bound to that The divine Cassio, I love thee Lay on my bed my Come, mistress, you
and open nature all slaves are free to. Desdemona But never more be wedding sheets must tell's another
(opposite of Utter my thoughts? officer of mine (Desdemona) tale
jealousy)
will as tenderly be it is my nature's our great captain's I have lost Alas, Iago, my lord
led by the nose plague captain my reputation! hath so bewhored
As asses are To spy into abuses her.
'tis a worthy oft my jealousy I do beguile I have lost the He call'd her whore:
governor (Montano) Shapes faults that are The thing I am, by immortal part of a beggar in his drink
not seeming otherwise myself, and what Could not have laid
remains is bestial such terms upon his
callat

bragging and telling Poor and content is my fair warrior she repeals him for her You are a fool; go to
her fantastical lies rich and rich enough body's lust (Iago)

disrelish and abhor beware, my lord, of my soul's joy! I give thee warrant of I would you had
the Moor; very jealousy; thy place (Desdemona) never seen him!
nature will It is the green-eyed
instruct her in it monster which doth
mock
The meat it feeds on
The Moor the souls of all my Mark me with what thy solicitor shall Nor I neither by this
Is of a constant, tribe defend violence she first rather die heavenly light;
loving, noble nature From jealousy! loved the Moor Than give thy cause I might do't as well i'
away (Desdemona) the dark
I dare think he'll Look to your wife; Her eye must be fed he would steal away The world's a huge
prove to Desdemona observe her well with so guilty-like thing: it is a great
A most dear husband Cassio; price.
Wear your eye thus For a small vice
I do suspect the lusty I know our country her delicate There are a kind of who would
Moor disposition well tenderness men so loose of soul, not make her
Hath leap'd into my That in their sleeps will husband a cuckold
seat mutter their affairs to make him a
monarch?
our noble and valiant I am bound to thee for she's full of And for Cassio, let me I should venture
general ever (Othello) most blessed be his undertaker purgatory for't
condition
My blood begins my what is spoke That [Desdemona] there's fall'n between I do think it is their
safer guides to rule Comes from my love loves him, 'tis apt and him and my lord husbands' faults
of great credit An unkind breach If wives do fall
His soul is so This fellow's of Now, I do love her too they do command him have not we
enfetter'd to her exceeding honesty (Iago) home, affections,
love Deputing Cassio in his Desires for sport
government
Be as your fancies This honest creature She is indeed Cassio shall have my I care not for thy
teach you; doubtless perfection (Cassio) place sword; I'll make thee
Whate'er you be, I Sees and knows more, known,
am obedient much more, than he Though I lost twenty
(Desdemona) unfolds (Othello) lives
To follow still the Thou hadst been the virtuous He hath a daily beauty Thou hast not half
changes of the moon better have been born Desdemona in his life that power to do me
With fresh a dog That makes me ugly harm
suspicions? Than answer my As I have to be hurt
waked wrath!
to be once in doubt honesty's a fool she's framed as he must die (Iago) The Moor hath kill'd
Is once to be And loses that it works fruitful my mistress!
resolved for As the free elements Murder! murder!

Tis not to make me Iago doth give up I turn her virtue into his mouth is stopp'd Go to, charm your
jealous The execution of his pitch tongue (Iago)
To say my wife is fair wit, hands, heart
she had eyes, and I am your own for ever I will deny thee Not Cassio kill'd! then I will not charm my
chose me (to Othello) nothing (Othello) murder's out of tune, tongue; I am bound
And sweet revenge to speak
grows harsh
I'll see before I doubt Now art thou my when I love thee not, Cassio did top her I think upon't, I
lieutenant (Othello) Chaos is come again think: I smell't: O
villany!--
Haply, for I am black I greet thy love, when she seem'd to Dear general, I never I charge you, get you
And have not those Not with vain thanks, shake and fear your gave you cause home
soft parts of but with acceptance looks,
conversation bounteous (Othello) She loved them most
That chamberers
have
I am abused; and my Work on, If she be false, O, then Cassio rules in Cyprus let me have leave to
relief My medicine, work! heaven mocks itself! speak:
Must be to loathe 'Tis proper I obey
her him, but not now
'Tis destiny thou art wise; 'tis Her name, that was as Perchance, Iago, I
unshunnable (being certain (Othello) fresh will ne'er go home
a cuckold) As Dian's visage, is
now begrimed and
black
As mine own face
The Moor already your words and O, that the slave had lay thee down and
changes with my performances are no forty thousand lives! roar;
poison kin together For thou hast kill'd
(Roderigo) the sweetest
innocent
That e'er did lift up
eye
Othello's I will seek satisfaction lewd minx! Come, hold your
occupation's gone! of you (R) peace (Iago)

prove my love a I protest, I have dealt fair devil I will speak as liberal
whore, most directly in thy as the north
Be sure of it; give me affair
the ocular proof
Make me to see't; I will show you such a his hand of yours Let heaven and men
or, at the least, so necessity in his death requires and devils, let them
prove it that you shall think A sequester from all,
yourself bound to put liberty All, all, cry shame
it on against me, yet I'll
him speak
I think my wife be you shall be satisfied Her honour is an Be wise, and get you
honest and think she essence that's not home
is not seen
All my fond love thus O brave Iago, honest A fine woman! a fair Your sword upon a
do I blow to heaven and just, woman! a sweet woman? (Gratiano)
That hast such noble woman! (Othello)
sense of thy friend's
wrong!
my noble Moor O damn'd Iago! O the Villanous whore!
Is true of mind inhuman dog! world hath not a
sweeter creature
his unbookish Kill men i' the dark!-- of so
jealousy must Where be these gentle a condition! I found it,
construe bloody thieves? And I did give't my
Poor Cassio's smiles, husband
gestures and light
behavior,
Quite in the wrong
my heart is turned to This is the night If you are so fond over Filth, thou liest!
stone; I strike it, and That either makes me her iniquity, give her
it hurts my hand or fordoes me quite patent to offend
Is this the nature An honest man he is, I will chop her into The woman falls;
Whom passion could and hates the slime messes: cuckold me! sure, he hath kill'd
not shake? That sticks on filthy his wife
(Lodovico) deeds
He is much changed My husband say that I'll not Moor, she was
(Iago) she was false! expostulate with her, chaste; she loved
lest her body and thee, cruel Moor;
beauty
unprovide my mind
again
Are his wits safe? is My friend, thy [Striking her] Devil! So come my soul to
he not light of brain? husband, honest, bliss, as I speak true;
(Lodovico) honest Iago So speaking as I
think, I die, I die
if what he might he If he say so, may his If that the earth could
is not, pernicious soul teem with woman's
I would to heaven he Rot half a grain a day! tears,
were! (Iago) Each drop she falls
would prove a
crocodile
I am sorry that I am he lies to the heart O well-painted
deceived in him. passion!
(Lodovico)
my noble lord you have done well, This is a subtle whore
(Desdemona) That men must lay
their murders on your
neck
It is the cause, it is Disprove this villain, if A closet lock and key
the cause, my soul thou be'st a man of villanous secrets
I would not kill thy He says thou told'st Let me see your eyes
soul (to Desdemona) him that his wife was (Othello)
false:
I know thou didst not,
thou'rt not such a
villain
And yet I fear you (D) I told him what I Your wife, my lord;
thought, and told no your true
more And loyal wife.

you are fatal then You told a lie, an Heaven truly knows
When your eyes roll odious, damned lie; that thou art false as
so Upon my soul, a lie, a hell
wicked lie (Emilia)
Some bloody passion your reports have set Patience, thou young
shakes your very the murder on (Emilia) and rose-lipp'd
frame (D) cherubin,--
Ay, there, look grim as
hell!

By heaven, I saw my Iago knows O thou weed,

handkerchief in's That she with Cassio Who art so lovely fair
hand hath the act of shame and smell'st so sweet
A thousand times That the sense aches
committed at thee
thou dost stone my Tis a notorious villain Was this fair paper,
heart, (Montano) this most goodly
And makest me call book,
what I intend to do Made to write 'whore'
A murder, which I upon?
thought a sacrifice
Had all his hairs been I'll after that same I took you for that
lives, my great villain, cunning whore of
revenge For 'tis a damned slave Venice
Had stomach for (Montano) That married with
them all Othello

I that am cruel am O cursed slave! (Iago) beggarly divorcement

yet merciful
My wife! my wife! that viper (Lodovico) his unkindness may
what wife? I have no defeat my life,
wife But never taint my
love
Twas I that kill'd her I look down towards I cannot say 'whore:'
his feet; but that's a It does abhor me now
fable

the more angel she, If that thou best a Forth of my heart

And you the blacker devil, I cannot kill thee those charms, thine
devil! (E) eyes, are blotted
(Othello)
Thou dost belie her, I bleed, sir; but not I'll not shed her blood;
and thou art a devil kill'd Nor scar that whiter
skin of hers than snow

Thou art rash as fire, Othello, thou wert she must die, else
to say once so good, she'll betray more
That she was false Fall'n in the practise of men
a damned slave
(Lodovico)
She was too fond of that demi-devil I will kill thee,
her most filthy (Othello) And love thee after
bargain
As ignorant as dirt! he hath thus ensnared guiltiness I know not;
my soul and body but yet I feel I fear
(Othello)
 I saw it in his hand: Demand me nothing: A guiltless death I die
It was a what you know, you
handkerchief know
why should honour From this time forth I who hath done this
outlive honesty? never will speak word deed? (E) Nobody; I
myself (D)
Whip me, ye devils, O villain! She's, like a liar, gone
From the possession to burning hell
of this heavenly
sight!
That's he that was this damned villain She turn'd to folly,
Othello: here I am and she was a whore
For nought I did in this slave She was false as water
hate, but all in
honour
Speak of me as I am O Spartan dog

one that loved not Look on the tragic

wisely but too well loading of this bed;
This is thy work
a malignant and a
turban'd Turk
Beat a Venetian and
traduced the state
I kiss'd thee ere I
kill'd thee: no way
but this;
Killing myself, to die
upon a kiss

Key

Animal/Bestial Imagery Racial Imagery Colour Imagery Power Hierarchies Appearance vs Reality

Sight/Ocular Proof Evil/Revenge Jealousy Passion/love/emotion/desire __________ = the power of

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