Othello Flashcards
opening scene
I know my price, worth no worse a place. But, says he, “I have already chose my
officer.” One Cassio, mere prattle without practice must his lieutenant, and I, his
Moorship’s ancient. It is as sure as you are Roderigo, were I the Moor, I would
not be Iago. In following him, I follow but myself. I am not what I am.
Sir, your daughter transported with a knave to a lascivious Moor.
It seems not meet to my place to be produced against the Moor.
Though I do hate him, I must show out a sign of love.
From Cyprus, a business of some heat. The Senate hath sent to search you out.
It is Brabantio. General, be advised, he comes with bad intent.
I will incontinently drown myself.
Be a man! Drown thyself? If sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt an erring
barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian be not too hard for my wits, thou shalt enjoy
her. Put money enough in your purse.
I’ll sell all my land. [He exits.]
Thus do I make my fool my purse. I hate the Moor and it is thought that twixt my
sheets ‘has done my office. Cassio’s a proper man. To get his place—How? I
have’t. Hell and night must bring this to the world’s light.
He will be shortly here.
He takes her by the palm. With as little a web as this, will I ensnare as
great a fly as Cassio.
O my soul’s joy! Let us to the castle. Our wars are done.
The Lieutenant tonight watches on the court of guard. Desdemona is in
love with him. Didst thou not see her paddle with his hand?
But that was but courtesy.
Lechery, by this hand! Watch you tonight. Do find some occasion to anger
Cassio. He’s rash and may strike at you. I will cause these of Cyprus to mutiny by
the displanting of Cassio. So shall you have a shorter journey to your desires.
I will do this, if you can bring it to any opportunity. [He exits.]
The Moor, he’ll prove to Desdemona a loving husband. Now I love her too, not
out of lust but let to diet my revenge. Till I have evened with him, wife for wife,
yet that I put the Moor into a jealousy that judgment cannot cure. I’ll have Cassio
on the hip, abuse him to the Moor on rank garb, make the Moor reward me for
making him an ass.
Cassio enters
Come, lieutenant, I have wine.
How comes it, you are thus forgot? Cassio, nevermore be officer of mine.
What, man, recover the General! Sue to him again and he’s yours.
He shall tell me I am a drunkard!
I’ll tell you our general’s wife is now the general. Importune her help.
You advise me well. I will beseech Desdemona to undertake for me. [Exits.]
So will I turn her virtue into pitch and make the net that shall enmesh them all.
That’s the way. Dull not device by coldness and delay.
Madam, I’ll take my leave.
Ha, I like not that.
I will deny thee nothing! [DES exit.] What dost thou think?
Think, my lord?