Othello 3 Flashcards
I’ll intermingle everything
He does with Casio’s suit
I have been talking
With a suitor there
Perdition catch my soul but I do love thee
And when I love thee not chaos is come again
As if there were some monster in his thought
Too hideous to be shown
If thou dost love me
Show me thy thought
Why say
They are vile and false
As I confess it is my natures plague to spy into abuses
And oft my jealousy shapes faults that are not
O beware my lord of jealousy
It is the green-eyes monster which Roth mock the meat it feed on
Exchange me
For a goat
I’ll see before
I doubt
In Venice they do let God see the pranks they dare not show their husbands
Their best conscience is not to leav’t undone, but keept unknown
She did deceive her father
Marrying you
To seel her fathers eyes up close
As oak he though ‘Twas witchcraft’
My lord
I see you’re moved
I have pain upon
My forehead here
He puts handkerchief from him
And she drops it
For he conjur’d her
She should ever keep it
Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations
Strong as proofs of holy writ
The moor already changes with my poison
Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou owed’st yesterday
Thou hast set me on the rack
I swear tis better to be much abuse’s than to know’t a little
He that is robb’d, not wanting that is stolen
Let him not know’t and he’s not robb’d at all
I had been happy if the general camp
Had tasted her sweet body so I had nothing known
Farewell the tranquil
Farewell content
Villain be sure to prove my love a whore
Be sure of it
Thou hadst been better born a dog
Than answer my wak’d wrath
Are you
A man?
Her name that was as fresh as Dians visage
Is now begrim’d and black as mine own face
Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on?
Behold her topp’d
Were they as prime as ghosts, as hot as monkeys
As salt wolves in pride
Give me a living reason
She disloyal
O monstrous
Monstrous
I’ll tear her
All to pieces
All my fond love thus
Do I blow to heaven; ‘tis gone’
Arise black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne to tyrannous hate
He
Kneels
Now art thou
My lieutenant
I am your own
For ever
I dare not say
He lies anywhere
I know not
Madam
My noble Moor is true of mine and made no such baseness
As jealous creatures are
Lend me
Thy handkerchief
But if she lost it
My fathers eye should hold her loathed