Othello Flashcards
(42 cards)
Naked in bed, iago, and not mean harm?It is hypocrisy against the devil
Othello
her honour is an essence that’s not seen: they have it very oft that have it not
Iago
They that mean virtuously and yet do so the devil their tempts and they tempt heaven
Othello
Lie with her? Lie on her? We say “lie on her”
when they belie her. Lie with her—Zounds, that’s
fulsome! Handkerchief—confessions—handkerchief.
Othello
First to be hanged and then to confess—I tremble
at it. Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing
passion without some instruction. It is not
words that shakes me thus. Pish! Noses, ears, and
lips—is ’t possible? Confess—handkerchief
Othello
The lethargy must have his quiet course.
If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by
Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs
Iago
There’s many a beast, then, in a populous city,
And many a civil monster.
Othello
Good sir, be a man!
Think every bearded fellow that’s but yoked
May draw with you. There’s millions now alive
That nightly lie in those unproper beds
Iago
Good sir, be a man!
Think every bearded fellow that’s but yoked
May draw with you. There’s millions now alive
That nightly lie in those unproper beds
Iago
Which they dare swear peculiar. Your case is better.
O, ’tis the spite of hell, the fiend’s arch-mock,
To lip a wanton in a secure couch
And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know,
And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.
Iago
Alas, alas!
It is not honesty in me to speak
What I have seen and known. You shall observe
him,
Iago
Are his wits safe? Is he not light of brain?
Lodovico
He’s that he is. I may not breathe my censure
What he might be. If what he might he is not,
I would to heaven he were.
Iago
Is it his use?
Or did the letters work upon his blood
And new-create this fault?
Lodovico
Is this the nature
Whom passion could not shake, whose solid virtue
The shot of accident nor dart of chance
Could neither graze nor pierce?
Lodovico
Ay, you did wish that I would make her turn.
Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again. And she can weep, sir, weep.
And she’s obedient, as you say, obedient.
Othello
Proceed you in your tears.—
Concerning this, sir—O, well-painted passion!—
I am commanded home.—Get you away.
I’ll send for you anon.—Sir, I obey the mandate
And will return to Venice.—Hence, avaunt!
Othello
Cassio shall have my place. And, sir, tonight
I do entreat that we may sup together.
You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus. Goats and
monkeys!
Othello
My lord, this would not be believed in Venice,
Though I should swear I saw ’t. ’Tis very much.
Make her amends. She weeps.
Lodovico
A most unhappy one. I would do much
T’ atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio.
Desdemona
Cousin, there’s fall’n between him and my lord
An unkind breach, but you shall make all well.
Desdemona
Do it not with poison. Strangle her in her bed,
even the bed she hath contaminated.
Iago
Get me some poison, Iago, this night. I’ll not
expostulate with her lest her body and beauty
unprovide my mind again. This night, Iago.
Othello
If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her
patent to offend, for if it touch not you, it comes
near nobody.
Iago