| My services, which I have done the signory, Shall out-tongue his complaints. | Othello |
| I must be found. My parts, my title, and my perfect soul shall manifest me rightly. | Othello |
| you have been hotly called for… he requires your haste-post-haste appearance | Cassio |
| Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them. Good signor, you shall more command with years than with your weapons | Othello |
| Rude I am in my speech and little blessed with the soft phrase of peace… and therefore little shall I grace my cause in speaking for myself | Othello |
| I won his daughter | Othello |
| Send for the lady to the Sagittary, and let her speak of meFetch Desdemona | Othello + Duke |
| She’d come again, and with a greedy ear devour up my discourse | Othello |
| She gave me for my pains a world of sighs | Othello |
| She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished that heaven had made her such a man. | Othello |
| My ancient. A man he is of honesty and trust: To his conveyance I assign my wife | Othello |
| My life upon her faith | Othello |
| If after every tempest came such calms, may the winds blow till they have wakened death | Othello |
| it is too much joy | Othello |
| you shall be well desired in Cyprus | Othello |
| The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue: That profit’s yet to come ‘tween me and you | Othello |
| Cassio, I love thee, but nevermore be officer of mine | Othello |
| sweet Desdemon | Othello |
| I do love thee! and when I love thee not, chaos is come again | Othello |
| I am bound to thee for ever | Othello |
| If she be false, O then heaven mocks itself! I’ll not believe’t | Othello |
| I have a pain upon my forehead here. | Othello |
| ’tis better to be much abused, than but to know’t a little | Othello |
| Villain, be sure thou prove my love a *****; Be sure of it: give me the ocular proof | Othello |
| I think my wife be honest, and i think she is not | Othello |
| her name that was as fresh as Dian’s visage is now begrimed and black as mine own face | Othello |
| O, blood, blood, blood | Othello |
| let her liveDamn her, lewd minx! O damn her, damn her! | Iago + Othello |
| Now art thou my lieutenant.I am your own for ever. | Othello + Iago |
| there’s magic in the web of it… The worms were hallowed that did breed the silk | Othello |
| The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven | Othello |
| the handkerchief- By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it! | Iago + Othello |
| With her, on her, what you will.Lie with her? Lie on her? | Iago + Othello |
| A horned man’s a monster and a beast | Othello |
| How shall I murder him, Iago | Othello |
| A fine woman, a fair woman, a sweet woman!Nay, you must forget that.Ay, let her rot and perish | Othello + Iago |
| I will chop her into messes! Cuckold me! | Othello |
| Devil![he strikes her] | Othello |
| Minion, your dear lies dead… thy bed, lust-stained, shall with lust’s blood be spotted | Othello |
| Yet I’ll not shed her blood, nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow | Othello |
| she must die, else she’ll betray more men | Othello |
| Have you prayed tonight, Desdemona | Othello |
| think on thy sins.they are loves I bear to you | Othello + Desdemona |
| My wife! My wife! What wife? I have no wife. | Othello |
| she’s like a liar gone to burning hell: ‘Twas I that killed her | Othello |
| She was false as water | Othello |
| Are there no stones in heaven but what serve for the thunder? Precious villain! | Othello |
| O Desdemon! Dead Desdemon! Dead! O! O! | Othello |
| Speak of me as I am… of one that loved not wisely, but too well; of one, not easily jealous | Othello |
Othello
September 9, 2019