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Othello
[I, 1] |
Roderigo |
34 |
By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.
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2 |
Othello
[I, 2] |
Cassio |
247 |
Something from Cyprus as I may divine:
It is a business of some heat: the galleys
Have sent a dozen sequent messengers
This very night at one another's heels,
And many of the consuls, raised and met,
Are at the duke's already: you have been
hotly call'd for;
When, being not at your lodging to be found,
The senate hath sent about three several guests
To search you out.
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3 |
Othello
[II, 1] |
Iago |
955 |
[Aside] He takes her by the palm: ay, well said,
whisper: 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.
You say true; 'tis so, indeed: if such tricks as
these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had
been better you had not kissed your three fingers so
oft, which now again you are most apt to play the
sir in. Very good; well kissed! an excellent
courtesy! 'tis so, indeed. Yet again your fingers
to your lips? would they were clyster-pipes for your sake!
[Trumpet within]
The Moor! I know his trumpet.
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4 |
Othello
[II, 1] |
Iago |
1051 |
Blessed fig's-end! the wine she drinks is made of
grapes: if she had been blessed, she would never
have loved the Moor. Blessed pudding! Didst thou
not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? didst
not mark that?
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5 |
Othello
[II, 3] |
Roderigo |
1517 |
I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that
hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is
almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well
cudgelled; and I think the issue will be, I shall
have so much experience for my pains, and so, with
no money at all and a little more wit, return again to Venice.
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6 |
Othello
[III, 1] |
Clown |
1550 |
Why masters, have your instruments been in Naples,
that they speak i' the nose thus?
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7 |
Othello
[III, 1] |
Iago |
1582 |
You have not been a-bed, then?
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8 |
Othello
[III, 3] |
Desdemona |
1672 |
How now, my lord!
I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.
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9 |
Othello
[III, 3] |
Iago |
1739 |
I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
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10 |
Othello
[III, 3] |
Iago |
1805 |
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands:
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
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11 |
Othello
[III, 3] |
Emilia |
1984 |
What will you do with 't, that you have been
so earnest
To have me filch it?
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12 |
Othello
[III, 3] |
Othello |
2022 |
I had been happy, if the general camp,
Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known. O, now, for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war!
And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dead clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!
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13 |
Othello
[III, 3] |
Othello |
2036 |
Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore,
Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof:
Or by the worth of man's eternal soul,
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog
Than answer my waked wrath!
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14 |
Othello
[III, 4] |
Cassio |
2375 |
Pardon me, Bianca:
I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd:
But I shall, in a more continuate time,
Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca,
[Giving her DESDEMONA's handkerchief]
Take me this work out.
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15 |
Othello
[IV, 2] |
Othello |
2814 |
O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles,
That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst
ne'er been born!
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16 |
Othello
[IV, 2] |
Desdemona |
2868 |
'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet.
How have I been behaved, that he might stick
The small'st opinion on my least misuse?
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17 |
Othello
[V, 1] |
Cassio |
3162 |
That thrust had been mine enemy indeed,
But that my coat is better than thou know'st
I will make proof of thine.
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18 |
Othello
[V, 1] |
Gratiano |
3236 |
I am to find you thus: I have been to seek you.
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19 |
Othello
[V, 1] |
Iago |
3277 |
Cassio hath here been set on in the dark
By Roderigo and fellows that are scaped:
He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.
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20 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Othello |
3392 |
Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Had stomach for them all.
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