Speeches (Lines) for Desdemona in "Othello"
Total: 165
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I,3,528 |
My noble father,
I do perceive here a divided duty:
To you I am bound for life and education;
My life and education both do learn me
How to respect you; you are the lord of duty;
I am hitherto your daughter: but here's my husband,
And so much duty as my mother show'd
To you, preferring you before her father,
So much I challenge that I may profess
Due to the Moor my lord.
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2 |
I,3,593 |
Nor I; I would not there reside,
To put my father in impatient thoughts
By being in his eye. Most gracious duke,
To my unfolding lend your prosperous ear;
And let me find a charter in your voice,
To assist my simpleness.
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3 |
I,3,600 |
That I did love the Moor to live with him,
My downright violence and storm of fortunes
May trumpet to the world: my heart's subdued
Even to the very quality of my lord:
I saw Othello's visage in his mind,
And to his honour and his valiant parts
Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
So that, dear lords, if I be left behind,
A moth of peace, and he go to the war,
The rites for which I love him are bereft me,
And I a heavy interim shall support
By his dear absence. Let me go with him.
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4 |
II,1,867 |
I thank you, valiant Cassio.
What tidings can you tell me of my lord?
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5 |
II,1,871 |
O, but I fear—How lost you company?
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6 |
II,1,889 |
Alas, she has no speech.
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7 |
II,1,900 |
O, fie upon thee, slanderer!
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8 |
II,1,905 |
What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst
praise me?
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9 |
II,1,909 |
Come on assay. There's one gone to the harbour?
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10 |
II,1,911 |
I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
Come, how wouldst thou praise me?
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11 |
II,1,920 |
Well praised! How if she be black and witty?
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12 |
II,1,923 |
Worse and worse.
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13 |
II,1,927 |
These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i'
the alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for
her that's foul and foolish?
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14 |
II,1,932 |
O heavy ignorance! thou praisest the worst best.
But what praise couldst thou bestow on a deserving
woman indeed, one that, in the authority of her
merit, did justly put on the vouch of very malice itself?
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15 |
II,1,947 |
To do what?
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16 |
II,1,949 |
O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do not learn
of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband. How say
you, Cassio? is he not a most profane and liberal
counsellor?
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17 |
II,1,969 |
Let's meet him and receive him.
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18 |
II,1,973 |
My dear Othello!
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19 |
II,1,985 |
The heavens forbid
But that our loves and comforts should increase,
Even as our days do grow!
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20 |
II,3,1403 |
What's the matter?
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21 |
III,3,1626 |
Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do
All my abilities in thy behalf.
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22 |
III,3,1630 |
O, that's an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio,
But I will have my lord and you again
As friendly as you were.
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23 |
III,3,1636 |
I know't; I thank you. You do love my lord:
You have known him long; and be you well assured
He shall in strangeness stand no further off
Than in a polite distance.
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24 |
III,3,1646 |
Do not doubt that; before Emilia here
I give thee warrant of thy place: assure thee,
If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
To the last article: my lord shall never rest;
I'll watch him tame and talk him out of patience;
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
I'll intermingle every thing he does
With Cassio's suit: therefore be merry, Cassio;
For thy solicitor shall rather die
Than give thy cause away.
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25 |
III,3,1658 |
Why, stay, and hear me speak.
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26 |
III,3,1661 |
Well, do your discretion.
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27 |
III,3,1672 |
How now, my lord!
I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.
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28 |
III,3,1676 |
Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord,
If I have any grace or power to move you,
His present reconciliation take;
For if he be not one that truly loves you,
That errs in ignorance and not in cunning,
I have no judgment in an honest face:
I prithee, call him back.
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29 |
III,3,1684 |
Ay, sooth; so humbled
That he hath left part of his grief with me,
To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.
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30 |
III,3,1688 |
But shall't be shortly?
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31 |
III,3,1690 |
Shall't be to-night at supper?
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32 |
III,3,1692 |
To-morrow dinner, then?
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33 |
III,3,1695 |
Why, then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn;
On Tuesday noon, or night; on Wednesday morn:
I prithee, name the time, but let it not
Exceed three days: in faith, he's penitent;
And yet his trespass, in our common reason—
Save that, they say, the wars must make examples
Out of their best—is not almost a fault
To incur a private cheque. When shall he come?
Tell me, Othello: I wonder in my soul,
What you would ask me, that I should deny,
Or stand so mammering on. What! Michael Cassio,
That came a-wooing with you, and so many a time,
When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,
Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do
To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much,—
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34 |
III,3,1712 |
Why, this is not a boon;
'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm,
Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit
To your own person: nay, when I have a suit
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
It shall be full of poise and difficult weight
And fearful to be granted.
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35 |
III,3,1723 |
Shall I deny you? no: farewell, my lord.
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36 |
III,3,1725 |
Emilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you;
Whate'er you be, I am obedient.
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37 |
III,3,1942 |
How now, my dear Othello!
Your dinner, and the generous islanders
By you invited, do attend your presence.
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38 |
III,3,1946 |
Why do you speak so faintly?
Are you not well?
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39 |
III,3,1949 |
'Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again:
Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
It will be well.
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40 |
III,3,1955 |
I am very sorry that you are not well.
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41 |
III,4,2174 |
Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio lies?
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42 |
III,4,2176 |
Why, man?
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43 |
III,4,2179 |
Go to: where lodges he?
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44 |
III,4,2181 |
Can any thing be made of this?
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45 |
III,4,2185 |
Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report?
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46 |
III,4,2188 |
Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him I have
moved my lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well.
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47 |
III,4,2193 |
Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia?
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48 |
III,4,2195 |
Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
Full of crusadoes: and, but my noble Moor
Is true of mind and made of no such baseness
As jealous creatures are, it were enough
To put him to ill thinking.
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49 |
III,4,2201 |
Who, he? I think the sun where he was born
Drew all such humours from him.
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50 |
III,4,2204 |
I will not leave him now till Cassio
Be call'd to him.
[Enter OTHELLO]
How is't with you, my lord
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51 |
III,4,2212 |
Well, my good lord.
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52 |
III,4,2214 |
It yet hath felt no age nor known no sorrow.
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53 |
III,4,2222 |
You may, indeed, say so;
For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.
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54 |
III,4,2226 |
I cannot speak of this. Come now, your promise.
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55 |
III,4,2228 |
I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.
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56 |
III,4,2231 |
Here, my lord.
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57 |
III,4,2233 |
I have it not about me.
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58 |
III,4,2235 |
No, indeed, my lord.
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59 |
III,4,2252 |
Is't possible?
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60 |
III,4,2260 |
Indeed! is't true?
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61 |
III,4,2262 |
Then would to God that I had never seen't!
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62 |
III,4,2264 |
Why do you speak so startingly and rash?
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63 |
III,4,2267 |
Heaven bless us!
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64 |
III,4,2269 |
It is not lost; but what an if it were?
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65 |
III,4,2271 |
I say, it is not lost.
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66 |
III,4,2273 |
Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now.
This is a trick to put me from my suit:
Pray you, let Cassio be received again.
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67 |
III,4,2277 |
Come, come;
You'll never meet a more sufficient man.
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68 |
III,4,2280 |
I pray, talk me of Cassio.
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69 |
III,4,2282 |
A man that all his time
Hath founded his good fortunes on your love,
Shared dangers with you,—
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70 |
III,4,2286 |
In sooth, you are to blame.
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71 |
III,4,2290 |
I ne'er saw this before.
Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief:
I am most unhappy in the loss of it.
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72 |
III,4,2300 |
How now, good Cassio! what's the news with you?
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73 |
III,4,2314 |
Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio!
My advocation is not now in tune;
My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him,
Were he in favour as in humour alter'd.
So help me every spirit sanctified,
As I have spoken for you all my best
And stood within the blank of his displeasure
For my free speech! you must awhile be patient:
What I can do I will; and more I will
Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you.
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III,4,2333 |
I prithee, do so.
[Exit IAGO]
Something, sure, of state,
Either from Venice, or some unhatch'd practise
Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,
Hath puddled his clear spirit: and in such cases
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so;
For let our finger ache, and it indues
Our other healthful members even to that sense
Of pain: nay, we must think men are not gods,
Nor of them look for such observances
As fit the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia,
I was, unhandsome warrior as I am,
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;
But now I find I had suborn'd the witness,
And he's indicted falsely.
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75 |
III,4,2353 |
Alas the day! I never gave him cause.
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76 |
III,4,2358 |
Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind!
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77 |
III,4,2360 |
I will go seek him. Cassio, walk hereabout:
If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit
And seek to effect it to my uttermost.
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78 |
IV,1,2655 |
And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico?
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79 |
IV,1,2660 |
Cousin, there's fall'n between him and my lord
An unkind breach: but you shall make all well.
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80 |
IV,1,2663 |
My lord?
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81 |
IV,1,2667 |
A most unhappy one: I would do much
To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio.
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82 |
IV,1,2670 |
My lord?
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83 |
IV,1,2672 |
What, is he angry?
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84 |
IV,1,2676 |
Trust me, I am glad on't.
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85 |
IV,1,2678 |
My lord?
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86 |
IV,1,2680 |
Why, sweet Othello,—
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87 |
IV,1,2682 |
I have not deserved this.
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88 |
IV,1,2690 |
I will not stay to offend you.
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89 |
IV,1,2695 |
My lord?
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90 |
IV,2,2764 |
My lord, what is your will?
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91 |
IV,2,2766 |
What is your pleasure?
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92 |
IV,2,2769 |
What horrible fancy's this?
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93 |
IV,2,2775 |
Upon my knees, what doth your speech import?
I understand a fury in your words.
But not the words.
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94 |
IV,2,2779 |
Your wife, my lord; your true
And loyal wife.
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95 |
IV,2,2785 |
Heaven doth truly know it.
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96 |
IV,2,2787 |
To whom, my lord? with whom? how am I false?
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97 |
IV,2,2789 |
Alas the heavy day! Why do you weep?
Am I the motive of these tears, my lord?
If haply you my father do suspect
An instrument of this your calling back,
Lay not your blame on me: If you have lost him,
Why, I have lost him too.
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98 |
IV,2,2813 |
I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
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99 |
IV,2,2819 |
Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?
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100 |
IV,2,2831 |
By heaven, you do me wrong.
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101 |
IV,2,2833 |
No, as I am a Christian:
If to preserve this vessel for my lord
From any other foul unlawful touch
Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
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102 |
IV,2,2838 |
No, as I shall be saved.
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103 |
IV,2,2840 |
O, heaven forgive us!
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104 |
IV,2,2855 |
'Faith, half asleep.
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105 |
IV,2,2857 |
With who?
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106 |
IV,2,2859 |
Who is thy lord?
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107 |
IV,2,2861 |
I have none: do not talk to me, Emilia;
I cannot weep; nor answer have I none,
But what should go by water. Prithee, tonight
Lay on my bed my wedding sheets: remember;
And call thy husband hither.
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108 |
IV,2,2868 |
'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet.
How have I been behaved, that he might stick
The small'st opinion on my least misuse?
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109 |
IV,2,2874 |
I cannot tell. Those that do teach young babes
Do it with gentle means and easy tasks:
He might have chid me so; for, in good faith,
I am a child to chiding.
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110 |
IV,2,2882 |
Am I that name, Iago?
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111 |
IV,2,2884 |
Such as she says my lord did say I was.
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112 |
IV,2,2888 |
I do not know; I am sure I am none such.
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113 |
IV,2,2893 |
It is my wretched fortune.
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114 |
IV,2,2896 |
Nay, heaven doth know.
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115 |
IV,2,2902 |
If any such there be, heaven pardon him!
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116 |
IV,2,2917 |
O good Iago,
What shall I do to win my lord again?
Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven,
I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:
If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love,
Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Delighted them in any other form;
Or that I do not yet, and ever did.
And ever will—though he do shake me off
To beggarly divorcement—love him dearly,
Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love. I cannot say 'whore:'
It does abhor me now I speak the word;
To do the act that might the addition earn
Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.
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117 |
IV,2,2937 |
If 'twere no other—
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118 |
IV,3,3022 |
Your honour is most welcome.
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119 |
IV,3,3025 |
My lord?
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120 |
IV,3,3028 |
I will, my lord.
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121 |
IV,3,3031 |
He says he will return incontinent:
He hath commanded me to go to bed,
And bade me to dismiss you.
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122 |
IV,3,3035 |
It was his bidding: therefore, good Emilia,.
Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:
We must not now displease him.
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123 |
IV,3,3039 |
So would not I. my love doth so approve him,
That even his stubbornness, his cheques, his frowns—
Prithee, unpin me,—have grace and favour in them.
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124 |
IV,3,3043 |
All's one. Good faith, how foolish are our minds!
If I do die before thee prithee, shroud me
In one of those same sheets.
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125 |
IV,3,3047 |
My mother had a maid call'd Barbara:
She was in love, and he she loved proved mad
And did forsake her: she had a song of 'willow;'
An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,
And she died singing it: that song to-night
Will not go from my mind; I have much to do,
But to go hang my head all at one side,
And sing it like poor Barbara. Prithee, dispatch.
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126 |
IV,3,3056 |
No, unpin me here.
This Lodovico is a proper man.
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127 |
IV,3,3059 |
He speaks well.
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128 |
IV,3,3062 |
[Singing] The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow:
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow:
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans;
Sing willow, willow, willow;
Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;
Lay by these:—
[Singing]
Sing willow, willow, willow;
Prithee, hie thee; he'll come anon:—
[Singing]
Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
Let nobody blame him; his scorn I approve,-
Nay, that's not next.—Hark! who is't that knocks?
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129 |
IV,3,3078 |
[Singing] I call'd my love false love; but what
said he then?
Sing willow, willow, willow:
If I court moe women, you'll couch with moe men!
So, get thee gone; good night Ate eyes do itch;
Doth that bode weeping?
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130 |
IV,3,3085 |
I have heard it said so. O, these men, these men!
Dost thou in conscience think,—tell me, Emilia,—
That there be women do abuse their husbands
In such gross kind?
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131 |
IV,3,3090 |
Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?
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132 |
IV,3,3092 |
No, by this heavenly light!
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133 |
IV,3,3095 |
Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?
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134 |
IV,3,3098 |
In troth, I think thou wouldst not.
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135 |
IV,3,3106 |
Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong
For the whole world.
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136 |
IV,3,3111 |
I do not think there is any such woman.
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137 |
IV,3,3132 |
Good night, good night: heaven me such uses send,
Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend!
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138 |
V,2,3325 |
Who's there? Othello?
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139 |
V,2,3327 |
Will you come to bed, my lord?
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140 |
V,2,3329 |
Ay, my lord.
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141 |
V,2,3333 |
Alas, my lord, what do you mean by that?
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142 |
V,2,3337 |
Talk you of killing?
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143 |
V,2,3339 |
Then heaven
Have mercy on me!
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144 |
V,2,3342 |
If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.
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145 |
V,2,3344 |
And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then
When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not,
Since guiltiness I know not; but yet I feel I fear.
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146 |
V,2,3348 |
They are loves I bear to you.
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147 |
V,2,3350 |
That death's unnatural that kills for loving.
Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:
These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.
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148 |
V,2,3356 |
I will so. What's the matter?
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149 |
V,2,3359 |
No, by my life and soul!
Send for the man, and ask him.
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150 |
V,2,3363 |
Ay, but not yet to die.
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151 |
V,2,3369 |
Then Lord have mercy on me!
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152 |
V,2,3371 |
And have you mercy too! I never did
Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio
But with such general warranty of heaven
As I might love: I never gave him token.
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153 |
V,2,3380 |
He found it then;
I never gave it him: send for him hither;
Let him confess a truth.
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154 |
V,2,3384 |
What, my lord?
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155 |
V,2,3386 |
How? unlawfully?
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156 |
V,2,3388 |
He will not say so.
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157 |
V,2,3391 |
O! my fear interprets: what, is he dead?
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158 |
V,2,3394 |
Alas! he is betray'd and I undone.
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159 |
V,2,3396 |
O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not!
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160 |
V,2,3398 |
Kill me to-morrow: let me live to-night!
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161 |
V,2,3400 |
But half an hour!
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162 |
V,2,3402 |
But while I say one prayer!
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163 |
V,2,3444 |
O, falsely, falsely murder'd!
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164 |
V,2,3450 |
A guiltless death I die.
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165 |
V,2,3452 |
Nobody; I myself. Farewell
Commend me to my kind lord: O, farewell!
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