Othello: Act 3 Flashcards
I have made bold, Iago,
To send in to your wife. My suit to her
Is that she will to virtuous Desdemona
Cassio to Iago
And I’ll devise a mean to draw the Moor
Out of the way
Iago to Roderigo
I never knew a Florentine more kind and honest
Cassio to Himself
Give me advantage of some brief discourse
With Desdemona alone.
Cassio to Emelia
But I will have my lord and you again
As friendly as you were.
Desdemona to Cassio
I’ll watch him tame and talk him out of patience.
Desdemona to Cassio
I’ll intermingle everything he does
With Cassio’s suit.
Desdemona to Cassio
Madam, not now. I am very ill at ease,
Unfit for mine own purposes.
Cassio to Desdemona
Ha! I like not that.
Iago to Othello
No, sure, I cannot think it
That he would steal away so guilty-like
Seeing you coming.
Iago to Othello
I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.
Desdemona to Othello
Not now, sweet Desdemona. Some other time.
Othello to Desdemona
Prithee, no more. Let him come when he will,
I will deny thee nothing.
Othello to Desdemona
Why, this is not a boon
Desdemona to Othello
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul
But I do love thee! And when I love thee not
Chaos is come again.
Othello to Himself
But for a satisfaction of my thought,
No further harm.
Iago to Othello
My lord, for aught I know.
Iago to Othello
If thou dost love me
Show me thy thought.
Othello to Iago
Men should be what they seem,
Or those that be not, would they might seem none!
Iago to Othello
I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.
Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false,
Iago to Othello
If thou but think’st him wronged and mak’st his ear
A stranger to thy thoughts.
Othello to Iago
and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not
Iago to Othello
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
Iago to Othello
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
Iago to Othello
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
Iago to Othello
Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on
Iago to Othello
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough,
But riches fineless is as poor as winter
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
From jealousy!
Iago to Othello
To be once in doubt
Is to be resolved.
Othello to Iago