Othello

by William Shakespeare

For when my outward action doth demonstrate the native act and figure of my heart in compliment extern, 'tis not long after but I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at: I am not what I am. (Iago, I.i)

Even now, now, very now, an old black ram is tupping your white ewe. (Iago, I.i)

your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs. (Iago, I.i)

My story being done, she gave me for my pains a world of sighs: she swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. (Othello, I.iii)

She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, and I lov'd her that she did pity them. (Othello, I.iii)

I hate the Moor, and it is thought abroad that 'twixt my sheets he has done my office: I know not if 't be true, but I, for mere suspicion in that kind, will do as if for surety. (Iago, I.iii)

The Moor is of a free and open nature, that thinks men honest that but seem to be so, and will as tenderly be led by the nose as asses are. (Iago, I.iii)

If after every tempest come such calms, may the winds blow till they have waken'd death!. (Othello, II.i)

So will I turn her virtue into pitch, and out of her own goodness make the net that shall enmesh them all. (Iago, II.iii)

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul but I do love thee! and when I love thee not, chaos is come again. (Othello, III.iii)

Men should be what they seem; or those that be not, would they might seem none! (Iago, III.iii)

He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed. (Iago, III.iii)

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; it is the green-ey'd monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on. (Iago, III.iii)

Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, to follow still the changes of the moon with fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubt is once to be resolved. (Othello, III.iii)

She did deceive her father; marrying you; And when she seem'd to shake and fear your looks She lov'd them most. (Iago, III.iii)

Othello: I do not think but Desdomona's honest.
Iago: Long live she so, and long live you to think so!
Othello: And, yet, how nature erring from itself, (Othello, III.iii)

O! now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind; farewell content! (Othello, III.iii)

Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore, Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof; or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, thou hadst been better have been born a dog than answer my wak'd wrath. (Othello, III.iii)

Who would not make her husband a cuckold, to make him a monarch? (Emilia, IV.iii)

I hold my peace, sir? no; no, I will speak as liberal as the north; let heaven and men and devils, let them all, all, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. (Emilia, V.ii)

Demand me nothing: what you know, you know: from this time forth I never will speak word. (Iago, V.ii)

I pray you, in your letters, when you shall these unlucky deeds relate, speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice: then, must you speak of one that lov'd not wisely but too well; of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, like the base Indian, threw a pearl away richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdu'd eyes albeit unused to the melting mood, drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees their med'cinable gum. Set you down this; and say besides, that in Aleppo once, where a malignant and a turban'd Turk beat a Venetian and traduc'd the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog, and smote him thus. (Othello, V.ii)

I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. (Othello, V.ii)