| 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 |
Othello figurative language
July 20, 2019