Othello 4 Flashcards
With her, on her,
What you will
Lie with her? Lie on her? We say lie on her when they belie her.
Lie with her! Zounds, that’s fulsome
Noses, ears, and lips…Handkerchief?
O devil! He falls into a trance
Work on my medicine,
Work!
Thus credulous fools are caught and many worthy and chaste dames
Even thus all guiltless, meet reproach
If not, he foams at the mouth and by and by breaks
Out the savage madness
Have you not hurt
Your head?
A horned man’s
A monster and a beast
There’s many a beast then in a
Populous city and many a civil monster
Marry, patience, or shall I say
You’re all in spleen and nothing of a man
As he shall smile
Othello shall go mad
Ay, let her rot and perish, and be dammed tonight,
For she shall not live
No, my heart is turned to stone:
I strike and it hurts my hand
I will chop her into messes.
Cuckold me!
Do it not with poison; strangle her in her bed,
Even the bed she bath contaminated
Good, good! The justice of it pleases;
Very good!
I would do much T’atone them,
For the love I bear to Cassio
Devil!
He strikes her
O devil, devil! If that the earth could teem with woman’s tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile. Out of my sight!
Truly
An obedient lady
O, well painted
Passion!
Cassio shall have my place
Goats and monkeys!
You shall observe him and his own courses
Will denote him so
to wager she is honest,
I lay down my soul at stake
If any wretch have put this in your head,
Let heaven requite it with the serpents curse!
She’s a simple bawd
This is a subtle whore
Upon my
Knees
Your wife, my lord; your true and loyal wife
Heaven doth truly know it
Heaven doth truly know
That thou art false as hell
To make me the fixed figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at
Are you not
A strumpet?
Not, as I am a Christian: if to preserve this vessel for my lord
From any other foul unlawful touch be not to be a strumpet, I am none
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice
There’s money for your pains
He call’d her whore. A beggar in his drink could not have laid
Such terms upon his caller
I will be hang’d, if some eternal villain, some busy and insinuating rogue, some cogging,
Cozening slave, to get some office, have not devised this slander; I’ll be hang’d else
The Moors abused by some most villainous knave
Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow
Faith, I have heard too much, for your words and performances
Are no kin together
If thou hast that in the indeed
I mean purpose, courage and valour, this night show it
If I do die before thee, prithee shroud me
In one of those same sheets
My mother had a maid called Barbary, she was in love,
And he she lov’d prov’d mad
Who would not make her husband
A cuckold to make him a monarch
Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong
For the whole world
Let husbands know their wives
Have sense like them
And have we not affections, desires for sport
And frailty, as men have
Then let them use us well; else let them know the ills we do
Their ills instruct us so
God me suck uses send, not to pick bad
From bad, but by bad mend
