Othello Flashcards
A fellow almost damn’d
In a fair wife
I am not
What I am
And though he in a fertile climate dwell
Plague him with flies
Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe
The devil will make
A grandsire of you
You’ll have your daughter covered
With a barbary horse
Your daughter and the moor are now making the beast
With two backs
Lascivious
Moor
I love the gentle
Desdemona
Keep up your bright swords
For the dew will rust them
You shall more command with years
Rather than your weapons
O thou foul thief
Where hast thou stowed my daughter
Damn’d as thou art
Thou hast enchated her
The sooty bosom of such a thing
As thou
Thou hast practis’d on her with foul charms
Abus’d her delicate youth with drugs or minerals