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Othello |
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1965 |
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Iago:
O beware my lord,of jealousy! It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
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Othello:
I pray you, in your letters; when you shall these unlucky deeds relate, speak of them as they are. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.
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Brabantio:
Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to see. She has deceiv'd her father; may do thee!
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Othello:
[to the Senate] Most, potent, grave and reverend Seigniors; My very noble and approved good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true I have married her. The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more.
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Iago:
I have it; it is engend'red! Hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light!
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Iago:
I am not what I am.
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Othello:
It is the cause. It is the cause, my soul. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars. It is the cause.
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Othello:
O, blood, blood, blood!
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Iago:
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
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Othello:
Arise black vengeance from thy hollow cell. Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne to tyrannous hate. Now by yond marble heaven, in the due reverence of a sacred vow, I here engage my words.
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Iago:
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters cannot truly be followed.
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Iago:
Oh Beware, my lord, of jealousy. 'Tis the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
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Iago:
This is the night... that either makes me or for does me quite.
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Othello:
Soft you; a word or two before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know't. No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Set you down this; And say besides, that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus.
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Iago:
I am not what I am.
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Othello:
Put out the light - and then - put out the light
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Othello:
I kissed thee ere I killed thee: no way but this; Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
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