Othello figurative language

Men are all but stomachs and we all but food Metaphor
By heaven, he echoes me, as if there were some monster in his thought too hideous to be shown Simile
Mak’st his ear a stranger to thy thoughts Personification
Good name in man and women, dear my lord, is the immediate jewel of their souls Metaphor: comparing a good reputation to a jewel
Who steals my purse, steals trash, ’tis something, nothing, ’twas mine, ’tis his and has been slave to thousands Alliteration of T
O beware, my lord, of jealousy: it is the green eyed monster which doth mock Metaphor: compare jealousy to a green eyes monster
My wayward husband hath a hundred times wooed me to steal it Alliteration of H and hyperbole because he didn’t really do it hundreds of times
The Moor already changes with my poison Metaphor
Burn like the mines of sulphur Simile
Th’immortal Jove’s dread clamours counterfeit Allusion
Are you a man? Have you a soul? Or sense? Rhetorical question
Her name, that was as fresh as Dian’s visage Allusion
I see sir you are eaten up with passion Personification as passion is eating
Were they as prime as goat as hot as monkeys Simile
Then kiss me hard as if he plucked up kisses by the roots that grew upon my lips Personification (the roots that grew upon my lips) and simile

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