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Othello
[V, 1] |
Iago |
3147 |
I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense,
And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,
Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
Every way makes my gain: live Roderigo,
He calls me to a restitution large
Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him,
As gifts to Desdemona;
It must not be: if Cassio do remain,
He hath a daily beauty in his life
That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor
May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril:
No, he must die. But so: I hear him coming.
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2 |
Othello
[V, 1] |
Iago |
3216 |
Kill men i' the dark!—Where be these bloody thieves?—
How silent is this town!—Ho! murder! murder!—
What may you be? are you of good or evil?
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3 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Othello |
3302 |
It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,—
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!—
It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood;
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
Put out the light, and then put out the light:
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent me: but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd the rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again.
It must needs wither: I'll smell it on the tree.
[Kissing her]
Ah balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
Justice to break her sword! One more, one more.
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
And love thee after. One more, and this the last:
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,
But they are cruel tears: this sorrow's heavenly;
It strikes where it doth love. She wakes.
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4 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Othello |
3334 |
Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:
I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;
No; heaven forfend! I would not kill thy soul.
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5 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Desdemona |
3342 |
If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.
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6 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Desdemona |
3396 |
O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not!
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7 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Desdemona |
3398 |
Kill me to-morrow: let me live to-night!
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8 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Emilia |
3528 |
Villany, villany, villany!
I think upon't, I think: I smell't: O villany!—
I thought so then:—I'll kill myself for grief:—
O villany, villany!
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9 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Montano |
3588 |
'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon,
Which I have here recover'd from the Moor:
Come, guard the door without; let him not pass,
But kill him rather. I'll after that same villain,
For 'tis a damned slave.
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10 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Othello |
3645 |
I look down towards his feet; but that's a fable.
If that thou best a devil, I cannot kill thee.
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