Revision For Act 3 Scence 3

Question 1

O Monstrous! monstrous

Answer 1

Nay, this was but his dream.

Question 2

But this denoted a forgone conclusion

Answer 2

‘Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.
And this may help to thicken other proofs
That do demonstrate thinly.

Question 3

I’ll tear her all to pieces.

Answer 3

Nay but be wise: yet we see nothing done;
She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,
Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief
Spotted with strawberries in your wife’s hand?

Question 4

I gave her such a one; ‘twas my first gift.

Answer 4

I know not that; but a handkerchief–
I am sure it was wife’s–did I to-day
Se Cassio wife his beard with.

Question 5

If it be that–

Answer 5

If it be that, or any that was hers,

It speaks against her with the other proofs.

Question 6

O, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
Now do I see ‘tis true. Look here, Iago;
All my fond live 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! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For ‘tis of aspics’ tongues!

Answer 6

Yet be content

Question 7

O, blood, blood, blood!

Answer 7

Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may change.

Question 8

Never, Iago: Like to the Pontic sea,
Whose icy currents and compulsive course
Ne’er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic and the Hellespont,
Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
Shall ne’er look back, ne’er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven,

(Kneels)

In the due reverence of sacred vow
I here engage my words.

Answer 8

Do not rise yet

(Kneels)

Witness, you ever-burning lights above, 
You elements that clip us roundabout, 
Witness that here doth Iago doth give up
The execution of his wit, hands, heart,
To wrong'd Othello's service! Let him command,
And to obey shall be in me remorse, 
What bloody business ever. 

(They rise)

Question 9

I greet thy love,
Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous,
And will upon the instant put thee to’t:
Within these three days let me hear thee say
That Cassio’s not alive.

Answer 9

My friend is dead; ‘tis done at your request:

But let her live.

Question 10

Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her!
Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw,
To furnish me with some swift means of death
For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.

Answer 10

I am your own forever.

Exeunt