Othello

• For when my outward action doth demonstrate the native act and figure of my heart in compliment extern, 'tis not long after but I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at: I am not what I am. (Iago, I.i)

• Even now, now, very now, an old black ram is tupping your white ewe. (Iago, I.i)

• your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs. (Iago, I.i)

• Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them. (Othello, I.ii)

• My story being done, she gave me for my pains a world of sighs: she swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. (Othello, I.iii)

• She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, and I lov'd her that she did pity them. (Othello, I.iii)

• Thus do I ever make my fool my purse. (Iago, I.iii)

• I hate the Moor, and it is thought abroad that 'twixt my sheets he has done my office: I know not if 't be true, but I, for mere suspicion in that kind, will do as if for surety. (Iago, I.iii)

• The Moor is of a free and open nature, that thinks men honest that but seem to be so, and will as tenderly be led by the nose as asses are. (Iago, I.iii)

• Knavery's plain face is never seen till us'd. (Iago, II.i)

• So will I turn her virtue into pitch, and out of her own goodness make the net that shall enmesh them all. (Iago, II.iii)

• Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul but I do love thee! and when I love thee not, chaos is come again. (Othello, III.iii)

• Men should be what they seem; or those that be not, would they might seem none! (Iago, III.iii)

• He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed. (Iago, III.iii)

• O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; it is the green-ey'd monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on. (Iago, III.iii)

• Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, to follow still the changes of the moon with fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubt is once to be resolved. (Othello, III.iii)

• And, yet, how nature erring from itself, (Othello, III.iii)

• If she be false, O! then heaven mocks itself. (Othello, III.iii)

• O! now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind; farewell content! (Othello, III.iii)

• Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore, Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof; or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, thou hadst been better have been born a dog than answer my wak'd wrath. (Othello, III.iii)

• I hold my peace, sir? no; no, I will speak as liberal as the north; let heaven and men and devils, let them all, all, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. (Emilia, V.ii)

• Demand me nothing: what you know, you know: from this time forth I never will speak word. (Iago, V.ii)

• 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 lov'd 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 subdu'd eyes albeit unused to the melting mood, drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees their med'cinable gum. Set you down this; and say besides, that in Aleppo once, where a malignant and a turban'd Turk beat a Venetian and traduc'd the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog, and smote him thus. (Othello, V.ii)

• I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. (Othello, V.ii)

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