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Othello
[I, 3] |
Desdemona |
528 |
My noble father,
I do perceive here a divided duty:
To you I am bound for life and education;
My life and education both do learn me
How to respect you; you are the lord of duty;
I am hitherto your daughter: but here's my husband,
And so much duty as my mother show'd
To you, preferring you before her father,
So much I challenge that I may profess
Due to the Moor my lord.
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2 |
Othello
[II, 1] |
Desdemona |
949 |
O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do not learn
of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband. How say
you, Cassio? is he not a most profane and liberal
counsellor?
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3 |
Othello
[II, 1] |
Iago |
1087 |
That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it;
That she loves him, 'tis apt and of great credit:
The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not,
Is of a constant, loving, noble nature,
And I dare think he'll prove to Desdemona
A most dear husband. Now, I do love her too;
Not out of absolute lust, though peradventure
I stand accountant for as great a sin,
But partly led to diet my revenge,
For that I do suspect the lusty Moor
Hath leap'd into my seat; the thought whereof
Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards;
And nothing can or shall content my soul
Till I am even'd with him, wife for wife,
Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor
At least into a jealousy so strong
That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do,
If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash
For his quick hunting, stand the putting on,
I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip,
Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb—
For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too—
Make the Moor thank me, love me and reward me.
For making him egregiously an ass
And practising upon his peace and quiet
Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confused:
Knavery's plain face is never seen tin used.
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4 |
Othello
[II, 3] |
Iago |
1466 |
You or any man living may be drunk! at a time, man.
I'll tell you what you shall do. Our general's wife
is now the general: may say so in this respect, for
that he hath devoted and given up himself to the
contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and
graces: confess yourself freely to her; importune
her help to put you in your place again: she is of
so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition,
she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more
than she is requested: this broken joint between
you and her husband entreat her to splinter; and, my
fortunes against any lay worth naming, this
crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before.
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5 |
Othello
[III, 3] |
Emilia |
1628 |
Good madam, do: I warrant it grieves my husband,
As if the case were his.
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6 |
Othello
[III, 3] |
Emilia |
1957 |
I am glad I have found this napkin:
This was her first remembrance from the Moor:
My wayward husband hath a hundred times
Woo'd me to steal it; but she so loves the token,
For he conjured her she should ever keep it,
That she reserves it evermore about her
To kiss and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out,
And give't Iago: what he will do with it
Heaven knows, not I;
I nothing but to please his fantasy.
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7 |
Othello
[III, 4] |
Emilia |
2293 |
'Tis not a year or two shows us a man:
They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;
To eat us hungerly, and when they are full,
They belch us. Look you, Cassio and my husband!
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8 |
Othello
[IV, 2] |
Desdemona |
2861 |
I have none: do not talk to me, Emilia;
I cannot weep; nor answer have I none,
But what should go by water. Prithee, tonight
Lay on my bed my wedding sheets: remember;
And call thy husband hither.
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9 |
Othello
[IV, 3] |
Emilia |
3099 |
In troth, I think I should; and undo't when I had
done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a
joint-ring, nor for measures of lawn, nor for
gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty
exhibition; but for the whole world,—why, who would
not make her husband a cuckold to make him a
monarch? I should venture purgatory for't.
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10 |
Othello
[V, 1] |
Emilia |
3276 |
'Las, what's the matter? what's the matter, husband?
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11 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Othello |
3468 |
Cassio did top her; ask thy husband else.
O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell,
But that I did proceed upon just grounds
To this extremity. Thy husband knew it all.
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12 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Emilia |
3472 |
My husband!
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13 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Othello |
3473 |
Thy husband.
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14 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Emilia |
3479 |
My husband!
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15 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Emilia |
3483 |
My husband!
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16 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Othello |
3484 |
What needs this iteration, woman? I say thy husband.
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17 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Emilia |
3485 |
O mistress, villany hath made mocks with love,
My husband say that she was false!
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18 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Othello |
3487 |
He, woman;
I say thy husband: dost understand the word?
My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.
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19 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Emilia |
3570 |
O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak'st of
I found by fortune and did give my husband;
For often, with a solemn earnestness,
More than indeed belong'd to such a trifle,
He begg'd of me to steal it.
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20 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Emilia |
3576 |
She give it Cassio! no, alas! I found it,
And I did give't my husband.
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