| I am not what I am. | Iago |
| Even now, now, very now, an old black ramIs tupping your white ewe. | Iago |
| I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs. | Iago |
| O thou foul thief, where hast thou stowed my daughter?Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted her! | Brabantio |
| Valiant Othello, we must straight employ youAgainst the general enemy Ottoman— | Duke |
| To you I am bound for life and education.My life and education both do learn meHow to respect you. You are the lord of duty.I am hitherto your daughter. But here’s my husband. | Desdemona |
| I here do give thee that with all my heartWhich, but thou hast already, with all my heartI would keep from thee. | Brabantio |
| If virtue no delighted beauty lack,Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. | Duke |
| Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see.She has deceived her father, and may thee. | Brabantio |
| My life upon her faith! | Othello |
| Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies! | Iago |
| Put money in thy purse. | Iago |
| I hate the Moor,And it is thought abroad that ‘twixt my sheetsHe’s 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 |
| Come, let us to the castle.News, friends! Our wars are done, the Turks are drowned. | Othello |
| I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment. | Cassio |
| Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk. This is my ancient, this is my right hand, and this is my left. I am not drunk now. I can stand well enough, and I speak well enough. | Cassio |
| You see this fellow that is gone before,He is a soldier fit to stand by CaesarAnd give direction. And do but see his vice. | Iago |
| Are we turned Turks? | Othello |
| I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouthThan it should do offence to Michael Cassio. | Iago |
| But men are men, the best sometimes forget. | Iago |
| Cassio, I love theeBut never more be officer of mine. | Othello |
| Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. | Cassio |
| Our general’s wife is now the general. | Iago |
| Good night, honest Iago. | Cassio |
| Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soulBut I do love thee! And when I love thee notChaos is come again. | Othello |
| Men should be what they seem. | Iago |
| Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousy!It is the green-eyed monster which doth mockThe meat it feeds on. | Iago |
| What sense had I in her stol’n hours of lust?I saw ‘t not, thought it not, it harmed not me.I slept the next night well, fed well, was free and merry.I found not Cassio’s kisses on her lips.He that is robbed, not wanting what is stol’n,Let him not know’t, and he’s not robbed at all. | Othello |
| Villain, be sure thou prove my love a *****,Be sure of it. Give me the ocular proofOr by the worth of mine eternal soulThou hadst been better have been born a dogThan answer my waked wrath! | Othello |
| Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchiefSpotted with strawberries in your wife’s hand? | Iago |
| Now art thou my lieutenant. | Othello |
| ‘Tis not a year or two shows us a man.They are all but stomachs, and we all but food.To eat us hungerly, and when they are full,They belch us. | Emilia |
| How shall I murder him, Iago? | Othello |
| No, my heart is turned to stone. I strike it and it hurts my hand. | Othello |
| Do it not with poison. Strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated. | Iago |
| If that the earth could teem with woman’s tears,Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.Out of my sight! | Othello |
| She says enough, yet she’s a simple bawdThat cannot say as much. This is a subtle *****,A closet, lock and key, of villainous secrets. | Othello |
| Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? | Desdemona |
| O damned Iago! O inhuman dog! | Roderigo |
| Yet I’ll not shed her blood,Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snowAnd smooth as monumental alabaster.Yet she must die, else she’ll betray more men. | Othello |
| That death’s unnatural that kills for loving. | Desdemona |
| And have you mercy too! I never didOffend you in my life, never loved CassioBut with such general warranty of heavenAs I might love. I never gave him token. | Desdemona |
| Kill me tomorrow—let me live tonight! | Desdemona |
| Not Cassio killed? Then murder’s out of tune,And sweet revenge grows harsh. | Othello |
| She’s like a liar gone to burning hell.’Twas I that killed her. | Othello |
| O thou dull Moor! That handkerchief thou speak’st ofI found by fortune and did give my husband. | Emilia |
| If that thou be’st a devil, I cannot kill thee. | Othello |
| I’d have thee live,For in my sense ’tis happiness to die. | Othello |
| When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,Speak of me as I am. Of one that loved not wisely, but too well.Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought,Perplexed in the extreme. | Othello |
| I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this,Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. | Othello |
Othello Quote Review
August 31, 2019