act 1 sc 1 Flashcards
who hast had my purse
As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
But he (as loving his own pride and purposes)
Evades them with a bombast circumstance
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Horribly stuffed with epithets of war,
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine
A fellow almost damned in a fair wife
That never set a squadron in the field,
Mere prattle without practice
s all his soldiership
I follow him to serve my turn upon him.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly followed.
In following him, I follow but myself.
—-But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at. I am not what I am.
Poison his delight,
–Plague him with flies.
Thieves! Thieves! -roderigo
Zounds, sir, you’re robbed! -iago
an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe.
you’ll have your
daughter
covered with a Barbary horse.
You’ll have your
nephews
neigh to you.
your daughter and
the Moor are now
making the beast with two backs
Thou art a villain!
barbantio to iago
At this odd-even
and dull watch o’ th’ night
To the gross clasps
of a lascivious Moor,