Act 2 Flashcards
letting go safely by
the divine Desdemona
our great
captain’s captain
she puts her tongue a little in her heart
and chides without thinking
bells in your parlours
wildcats in your kitchens
you shall not
write my praise
if she be fair and wise, fairness and wit
the one’s for use, the other useth it
with as little a web as this
I will ensnare a fly as great as Cassio
yet again
your fingers to your lips!
may the winds blow
‘til they have waken’d death
but I’ll set down the pegs that make this music
as honest as I am
her delicate tenderness will find itself abused
begin to heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor
that Cassio loves her
I do well believe it
knavery’s plain face
is never seen till used
Iago is
most honest
he hath not yet made the night with her
and she is sport with Jove
indeed she’s a most
fresh and delicate character
I have very poor and unhappy
brains for drinking
I am drunk: this is my ancient
this is my right hand, and this is my left
for Christian shame
put by this barbarous brawl
to manage private and
domestic quarrel in night
thy honesty and love
doth mince this matter
reputation, reputation, reputation!
I have lost my reputation!
I have lost the immortal part of myself
and what remains is bestial
she is so free, so kind
so apt, so blessed a disposition
even as her appetite shall play the god
with his weak function
when devils will the blackest sins put on
they do suggest at first with heavenly shows as I do now
I’ll pour this pestilence into his ear
that she repeals him for her body’s lust
dull not device
by coldness and delay
