| Term | Definition |
|---|
| not masters, /Cannot be truly follow'd | We cannot all be masters, |
| what I am | I am not... |
| an old black ram/ Is tupping your white ewe, | Even now, now, very now... |
| from hence trust not your daughters' minds/ By what you see them act. | O treason of the blood! Fathers... |
| on her with foul charms | ...thou has practis'd... |
| I do perceive here a divided duty... | My noble father... |
| if thou hast eyes to see: She has deceiv'd her father and may thee. | Look to her, Moor,... |
| is sated with his body she will find the error of her choice. | When she... |
| And it is thought abroad that 'twixt my sheets He's done my office. | I hate the Moor.. |
| my soul Till I am even'd with him, wife for wife. | ... nothing can or shall content... |
| Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio. | I had tather have this tongue cut from my mouth... |
| am and honest man. | As I |
| That she repeals him for her body's lust; And by how much she stives to do him good, She shall undo her credit with the moor. So will I turn her virtue into pitche | I'll pour this pestilence into his ear: |
| Thy solicitorr shall rather die Than give thy cause away. | Therefore be merry, Cassio; |
| That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming | I cannot think it.. |
| but let it not Exceed three days. | I prithee name the time... |
| It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on. | Oh beware, my lord, of jealousy: |
| observe her well with Cassio; Wear your eyes thus: not jealous, nor secure. | Look to your wife, |
| what is spoke Comes from my love. | I hope you will consider... |
| O then heaven mocks itself; I'll not believe it. | If she be false, |
| a hundred times Woo-d me to steal it; | My wayward husband hath... |
| to please his fantasy | I nothing but... |
| changes with my poison: | The Moor already... |
| my love a whore; Be sure of it. Give me the ocular proof, Or by the worth of mine eternalsoul, Thou hadst been better have been born a god Than answer my wak'd weath! | Villain, be sure thou prove. |
| As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black As mine own face. | Her name, that was as fresh.. |
| 'Sweet Desdemona, Let us be wary, let us hide our loves." | In sleep I heard him say, |
| All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven; 'Tis gone. Arise, black negeance from thy hollow cell! | Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, Iago, |
| My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught; And many worthy and chaste dames even thus, | Work on, |
| Othello shall go mad; | As he shall smile, |
| and he hath given it his whore. | ...she gave it to him, |
| is turned to stone | My heart |
| some poison; strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated. | Do it not with |
| have I committed? | Alas what ignorant sin |
| you do me wrong. | By heaven |
| for my lord From any other foul unlawful touch Be not to be a strumpet, I am none. | If to preserve this vessel... |
| most villainous knave, Some based notorious knave, some scurvy fellow. | The Moor's abus'd by some |
| prithee shroud me In one of those samesheets. | If I do die before the, |
| Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other, Every way makes my gain. | Now, whether he kill Cassio, |
| and just, That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong! | O brave Iago, honest |
| That either makes me, or fordoes me quite. | This is the night |
| for you're fatal then When your eyes roll so, Why I should fear I know knot, Since guiltiness I know not, but yet I feel fear. | And yet I fear you, |
| thou speak'st of I found by fortune and did give my husband...He begg'd of me to steal it. | Oh thou dull Moor, that handkerchief |
| not wisely, but too well | ...speak Of one that lov'd |
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