Othello Continued.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Iago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.
Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion!

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle
From her propriety.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!

Act ii. Sc. 3.

O that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains!

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Perdition catch my soul,

But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,

Chaos is come again.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Good name, in man and woman, dear my lord,

Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

Who steals my purse, steals trash; 't is something,


'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands;

But he that filches from me my good ame

Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;

Othello Continued.

It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock

The meat it feeds on.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

If I do prove her haggard,

Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind

Το prey at fortune.

Into the vale of years.


Act iii. Sc. 3.

Trifles, light as air,

Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong

As proofs of holy writ.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Not poppy, nor mandragora,

Nor all the drowsy sirups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow'dst yesterday.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robbed at all.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

O, now, for ever,

Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! O farewell!


Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.

Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war.

Othello's occupation 's gone!

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Give me the ocular proof.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

But this denoted a foregone conclusion.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

They laugh that win.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Steeped me in poverty to the very lips.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

But, alas! to make me

The fixed figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow, and moving finger at.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

And put in every honest hand a whip,

To lash the rascal naked through the world.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

'Tis neither here nor there.

Act v. Sc. 1.

He hath a daily beauty in his life.


Act v. Sc. 2.

I have done the state some service, and they know it.

Act v. Sc. 2.

Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,

Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well.

Of one, whose hand,

Like the base Júdean, threw a pearl away,

Richer than all his tribe.

Albeit unused to the melting mood.



The painful warrior, famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foiled,
Is from the books of honor razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toiled.


And simple truth miscalled simplicity,

And captive good attending captain ill.

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Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.

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Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers !

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand thus.

Tear a passion to tatters.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

It out-herods Herod.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.

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