Act 4 Flashcards
(Imagery) Mo’er my memory
As doth the raven o’er the infected house, boding to all-he had my handkerchief
(Othello loss of control)
without some instruction
Is it not words that shake me thus. Pish! Noses, ears and lips–is’t possible? confess–handkerchief!–O devil!
(Iago smug malevolence)
Work on, my medicine, work! thus credulous fools are caught
(Iago scheming)
in every region of his face
for I will make him tell the tale anew, where how, how oft, how long ago and when he hath and is again to cope your wife
(Cassio immortality)
I marry her! what? a customer
(Othello bloodthirsty)
Him to my chamber
O, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to
(Cassio immortality)
tis such another fitchew! marry a perfumed one
(Othello bloodthirsty)
How shall I murder him, Iago?
(Iago scheming)
to see how he prizes the foolish woman your wife! she gave it him, and hath given it his whore
(Othello bloodthirsty wrath)
I would have him nine years a-killing
ay let her rot, and perish, and be damned to-night; for she shall not live: no, my heart is turned to you
I will chop her into messes: cuckold me!
Do it not
with poison, strangle her in her bed
(Othello suggestibility)
Good good, the justice of it pleases me
(Othello vulnerability)
I think they do command him home, deputing Cassio in his government
(Desdemona strength of character )
I have not deserved this, I will not stay to offend you
(description of Desdemona)
Truly an obedient woman
(Emilia description of Desdemona)
For if she be honest chaste and true, there’s no man happy; the purest of their wives is foul as slander
(Desdemona loyalty)
“Upon my knees, what doth your speech import? I understand a fury inyour words. But not the words.”
(Othello pride wounded)
to make-me a fixed figure for the time of scorn to to point his slow unmoving finger at
(Imagery)
where I have garner’d up my heart
keep it as cistern for foul toads to knot and gender in
(Desdemona virtue)
No as I am a christian: if to preserve this vessel for my lord. from any unlawful touch Be not to be a strumpet, I am none
(Othello credulity)
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice
