Othello Flashcards
Mere prattle without
Practice is all his soldiership
I follow him to
Serve my turn upon him
Rouse him, make after him
Poison his delight
Plague him with
Flies
An old black ram is
Tipping your white ewe
You’ll have your nephews
Neigh at you
Make the beast with
Two backs
Keep up your bright swords
For the few will rust them
She loved me for the dangers I had had passed
And I loved her that she did pity them
I do perceive here a
Divided duty
I therefore beg it not to please
The palate of my appetite
My life upon
Her faith
Our bodies are gardens
To which our wills are gardeners
Drown
Cats and blind puppies
Put money
In thy purse
The food that to him now is as luscious as
Locusts shall be shortly as acerb as the coloquintida
Tenderly be led
By the nose
He’ll and night
Must bring thing miniseries birth to the worlds lught
Fie upon thee
Slanderer
With as little web as this will I
Ensnare as great a fly as Cassio
O my fair
Warrior
My dear
Othello
I my souls joy, if after every tempest come such calms
May the wind blow till they have wakened death
Good
Iago
Her delicate tenderness will
Find itself abused
Begging to heave the gorge, direlish
And abhor the moor
Doth like a poisonous mineral
Gnaw my inwards
Honest
Iago
I love thee but
Never more be an officer of mine
Reputation reputation reputation!
O I have lost my reputation!
Reputation is a idle and most
False imposition
Our general’s wife is now
The general
I’ll pour this pestilence
Into his ear
I will turn her virtue into
Pitch
No sure I cannot think he would steal away so
Guilty like
I will deny thee
Nothing
And when I love thee not
Chaos is come again
O beware my lord of jealousy it is
The green eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on
Away at once with
Love or jealousy
She did deceive her father
Marrying you
She has deceived her father
And may thee
I’m am declined into the vale
Of years
My relief must be to
Loathe her
I curse of marriage… I had rather be a
Toad and live upon the vapour of a dungeon
If she be false
I then heaven mocks itself, I’ll not believe it
Poor lady she’ll
Run mad when she shall lack it
So earnest to have me
Filtch it
Villain, be sure thou prove
My love a whore
Damn her,
Lewd minx
This hand is moist my lady
It yet hath felt no
Age not known no sorrow
‘‘Tis a good hand
A frank one
Honest/revealing
Z
Zounds!
‘‘Tis not a year or two shows us a man. They are all but
Stomachs, and we are all but food; they eat us hungerly, and when they are full, they belch us
My lord is
Not my lord
My most fair
Bianca
Go to
Woman
He falls in a
Trance
Savage
Madness
A horned mans a monster
And a beast
A fine woman
A fair woman , a sweet woman
Ya let her
Rot and perish
I the world hath not a
Sweeter creature
I will chop her into
Messes. Cuckold me!
Do it not with poison
Strangle her in her bed
Fire and
Brimstone
Why sweet othello?
Devil! He strikes her
My lord, this would not be
Believed in Venice
Woman’s tears, each drop she falls would prove a
Crocodile
I will not stay to
Offend you
Sir she can turn and turn
And yet go in and turn again
Goats and
Monkeys!
I first my lord, to wager she is honest
Lay down my soul at stake
If any wretch put this in your head
Let heaven require it with the serpents curse!
This is a subtle
Whore
A closet lock and
Key of villainous secrets
Upon my
Knees
Heaven dish truly know it
Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell
I thou weed
Who art so lovely and smells so sweet… would thou had never been born!
Imprudent
Stripper
I took you for that
Cunning whore of Venice
A halter pardon him and
He’ll gnaw at his bones
The moor is abused by some most
Villainous knave
His unkindness May defeat
My life but never taunt my love
Your words and
Performances are no kin together
We must not now
Displease him
Let nobody blame him
His scorn I approve
Let husbands know
Their wives have sense like them
Yet she must die
else shell betray more men
O balmy
breath that dost almost persuade
Think on thy sins
They are the loves I bear to you
Kill me tomorrow;
let me live tonight!… But half an hour!
My wife, my wife!
what wife? I have no wife. O insupportable!
Methinks it should be now a huge
eclipse of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe should yawn at alteration.
A guiltless
death I die
o who hath done this deed?
Nobody; I myself.
O, the more angel she,
and you the blacker devil
Thou art rash as
fire to say that she was false. O she was heavenly true!
If he say so, may his
pernicious soul rot half a grain a day!
The moor hath killed my mistress
Murder! Murder!
O, lay me by my
mistress’ side
Blow me about in winds!
Roast me in sulphur!
For naught I did in hate,
but all in honour
Cassio rules in
Cyprus
Of one that loved not
wisely, but too well
Of one not easily jealous but,
being wrought
Like the base Indian,
threw a pearl away
Tis proper I
obey him, but not noq
thou hast ________ her
enchanted
‘Othello is his own enemy’
Greer
say they slack their duties…or say they strike us…yet we have some
revenge
not to pick bad from bad, but by
bad mend
roast me in
sulphur
