Speeches (Lines) for Second Gentleman
in "Othello"
Total: 5

1

II,1,773

A segregation of the Turkish fleet:
For do but stand upon the foaming shore,
The chidden billow seems to pelt the clouds;
The wind-shaked surge, with high and monstrous mane,
seems to cast water on the burning bear,
And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole:
I never did like molestation view
On the enchafed flood.

2

II,1,828

They do discharge their shot of courtesy:
Our friends at least.

3

II,1,832

I shall.

4

II,1,842

'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general.

5

II,1,875

They give their greeting to the citadel;
This likewise is a friend.