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1

Othello
[I, 1]

Roderigo

2

Tush! never tell me; I take it much unkindly
That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse
As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.

2

Othello
[I, 1]

Roderigo

7

Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.

3

Othello
[I, 1]

Brabantio

103

The worser welcome:
I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors:
In honest plainness thou hast heard me say
My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness,
Being full of supper and distempering draughts,
Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come
To start my quiet.

4

Othello
[I, 1]

Brabantio

111

But thou must needs be sure
My spirit and my place have in them power
To make this bitter to thee.

5

Othello
[I, 1]

Brabantio

115

What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice;
My house is not a grange.

6

Othello
[I, 1]

Brabantio

125

What profane wretch art thou?

7

Othello
[I, 1]

Brabantio

128

Thou art a villain.

8

Othello
[I, 1]

Brabantio

130

This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Roderigo.

9

Othello
[I, 1]

Brabantio

176

It is too true an evil: gone she is;
And what's to come of my despised time
Is nought but bitterness. Now, Roderigo,
Where didst thou see her? O unhappy girl!
With the Moor, say'st thou? Who would be a father!
How didst thou know 'twas she? O she deceives me
Past thought! What said she to you? Get more tapers:
Raise all my kindred. Are they married, think you?

10

Othello
[I, 2]

Brabantio

282

O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter?
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;
For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
If she in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid so tender, fair and happy,
So opposite to marriage that she shunned
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,
Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou, to fear, not to delight.
Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense
That thou hast practised on her with foul charms,
Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals
That weaken motion: I'll have't disputed on;
'Tis probable and palpable to thinking.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant.
Lay hold upon him: if he do resist,
Subdue him at his peril.

11

Othello
[I, 3]

Brabantio

538

God be wi' you! I have done.
Please it your grace, on to the state-affairs:
I had rather to adopt a child than get it.
Come hither, Moor:
I here do give thee that with all my heart
Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart
I would keep from thee. For your sake, jewel,
I am glad at soul I have no other child:
For thy escape would teach me tyranny,
To hang clogs on them. I have done, my lord.

12

Othello
[I, 3]

Brabantio

649

Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see:
She has deceived her father, and may thee.

13

Othello
[I, 3]

Iago

661

What say'st thou, noble heart?

14

Othello
[I, 3]

Roderigo

662

What will I do, thinkest thou?

15

Othello
[I, 3]

Iago

665

If thou dost, I shall never love thee after. Why,
thou silly gentleman!

16

Othello
[I, 3]

Iago

693

It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of
the will. Come, be a man. Drown thyself! drown
cats and blind puppies. I have professed me thy
friend and I confess me knit to thy deserving with
cables of perdurable toughness; I could never
better stead thee than now. Put money in thy
purse; follow thou the wars; defeat thy favour with
an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It
cannot be that Desdemona should long continue her
love to the Moor,— put money in thy purse,—nor he
his to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou
shalt see an answerable sequestration:—put but
money in thy purse. These Moors are changeable in
their wills: fill thy purse with money:—the food
that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be
to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She must
change for youth: when she is sated with his body,
she will find the error of her choice: she must
have change, she must: therefore put money in thy
purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a
more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money
thou canst: if sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt
an erring barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian not
too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou
shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox of
drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way: seek
thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy than
to be drowned and go without her.

17

Othello
[I, 3]

Roderigo

721

Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on
the issue?

18

Othello
[I, 3]

Iago

723

Thou art sure of me:—go, make money:—I have told
thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I
hate the Moor: my cause is hearted; thine hath no
less reason. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge
against him: if thou canst cuckold him, thou dost
thyself a pleasure, me a sport. There are many
events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
Traverse! go, provide thy money. We will have more
of this to-morrow. Adieu.

19

Othello
[II, 1]

Desdemona

905

What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst
praise me?

20

Othello
[II, 1]

Desdemona

911

I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
Come, how wouldst thou praise me?