Speeches (Lines) for Othello
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'Tis better as it is. |
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Let him do his spite:
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Not I. I must be found:
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The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant.
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What is the matter, think you? |
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'Tis well I am found by you.
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Have with you. |
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Holla! stand there! |
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Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
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Hold your hands,
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What if I do obey?
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Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,
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I do beseech you,
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Ancient, conduct them: you best know the place.
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Her father loved me; oft invited me;
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The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
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Nor I. |
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Let her have your voices.
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With all my heart. |
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So please your grace, my ancient;
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My life upon her faith! Honest Iago,
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O my fair warrior! |
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It gives me wonder great as my content
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Amen to that, sweet powers!
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Come, let us to the castle.
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Good Michael, look you to the guard to-night:
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Iago is most honest.
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What is the matter here? |
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Hold, for your lives! |
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Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth this?
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How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot? |
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Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil;
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Now, by heaven,
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I know, Iago,
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All's well now, sweeting; come away to bed.
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These letters give, Iago, to the pilot;
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This fortification, gentlemen, shall we see't? |
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What dost thou say? |
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Was not that Cassio parted from my wife? |
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I do believe 'twas he. |
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Who is't you mean? |
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Went he hence now? |
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Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time. |
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The sooner, sweet, for you. |
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No, not to-night. |
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I shall not dine at home;
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Prithee, no more: let him come when he will;
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I will deny thee nothing:
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Farewell, my Desdemona: I'll come to thee straight. |
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Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
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What dost thou say, Iago? |
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He did, from first to last: why dost thou ask? |
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Why of thy thought, Iago? |
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O, yes; and went between us very oft. |
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Indeed! ay, indeed: discern'st thou aught in that?
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Honest! ay, honest. |
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What dost thou think? |
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Think, my lord!
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I think thou dost;
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I think so too. |
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Certain, men should be what they seem. |
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Nay, yet there's more in this:
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Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
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What dost thou mean? |
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By heaven, I'll know thy thoughts. |
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Ha! |
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O misery! |
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Why, why is this?
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Dost thou say so? |
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And so she did. |
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I am bound to thee for ever. |
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Not a jot, not a jot. |
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I will not. |
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No, not much moved:
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And yet, how nature erring from itself,— |
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Farewell, farewell:
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Why did I marry? This honest creature doubtless
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Fear not my government. |
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This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
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I am to blame. |
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I have a pain upon my forehead here. |
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Your napkin is too little:
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Ha! ha! false to me? |
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Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the rack:
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What sense had I of her stol'n hours of lust?
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I had been happy, if the general camp,
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Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore,
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Make me to see't; or, at the least, so prove it,
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If thou dost slander her and torture me,
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Nay, stay: thou shouldst be honest. |
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By the world,
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Would! nay, I will. |
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Death and damnation! O! |
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Give me a living reason she's disloyal. |
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O monstrous! monstrous! |
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But this denoted a foregone conclusion:
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I'll tear her all to pieces. |
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I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift. |
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If it be that— |
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O, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
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O, blood, blood, blood! |
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Never, Iago: Like to the Pontic sea,
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I greet thy love,
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Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her!
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Well, my good lady.
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Give me your hand: this hand is moist, my lady. |
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This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart:
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A liberal hand: the hearts of old gave hands;
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What promise, chuck? |
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I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me;
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That which I gave you. |
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Not? |
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That is a fault.
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'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it:
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Most veritable; therefore look to't well. |
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Ha! wherefore? |
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Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out
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Say you? |
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How! |
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Fetch't, let me see't. |
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Fetch me the handkerchief: my mind misgives. |
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The handkerchief! |
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The handkerchief! |
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The handkerchief! |
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Away! |
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Think so, Iago! |
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An unauthorized kiss. |
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Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm!
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What then? |
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She is protectress of her honour too:
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By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it.
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That's not so good now. |
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Hath he said any thing? |
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What hath he said? |
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What? what? |
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With her? |
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Lie with her! lie on her! We say lie on her, when
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Dost thou mock me? |
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A horned man's a monster and a beast. |
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Did he confess it? |
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O, thou art wise; 'tis certain. |
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Dost thou hear, Iago?
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Look, how he laughs already! |
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Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out. |
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Now he importunes him
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Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph? |
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So, so, so, so: they laugh that win. |
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Have you scored me? Well. |
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Iago beckons me; now he begins the story. |
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Crying 'O dear Cassio!' as it were: his gesture
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Now he tells how she plucked him to my chamber. O,
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By heaven, that should be my handkerchief! |
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[Advancing] How shall I murder him, Iago? |
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O Iago! |
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Was that mine? |
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I would have him nine years a-killing.
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Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned to-night;
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Hang her! I do but say what she is: so delicate
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O, a thousand thousand times: and then, of so
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Nay, that's certain: but yet the pity of it, Iago!
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I will chop her into messes: cuckold me! |
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With mine officer! |
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Get me some poison, Iago; this night: I'll not
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Good, good: the justice of it pleases: very good. |
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Excellent good.
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With all my heart, sir. |
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I kiss the instrument of their pleasures. |
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Are you sure of that? |
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[Reads] 'This fail you not to do, as you will—' |
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Fire and brimstone! |
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Are you wise? |
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Indeed! |
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I am glad to see you mad. |
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[Striking her] Devil! |
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O devil, devil!
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Mistress! |
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What would you with her, sir? |
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Ay; you did wish that I would make her turn:
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You have seen nothing then? |
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Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together. |
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What, did they never whisper? |
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Nor send you out o' the way? |
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To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing? |
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That's strange. |
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Bid her come hither: go.
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Pray, chuck, come hither. |
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Let me see your eyes;
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[To EMILIA] Some of your function, mistress;
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Why, what art thou? |
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Come, swear it, damn thyself
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Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell. |
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O Desdemona! away! away! away! |
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Had it pleased heaven
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O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles,
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Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
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Are you not a strumpet? |
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What, not a whore? |
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Is't possible? |
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I cry you mercy, then:
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O, pardon me: 'twill do me good to walk. |
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Will you walk, sir?
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Get you to bed on the instant; I will be returned
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The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word. |
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It is even so. |
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'Tis he:—O brave Iago, honest and just,
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It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,—
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Ay. Desdemona. |
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Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona? |
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If you bethink yourself of any crime
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Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:
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Ay, I do. |
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Amen, with all my heart! |
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Hum! |
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Think on thy sins. |
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Ay, and for that thou diest. |
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Peace, and be still! |
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That handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee
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Sweet soul, take heed,
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Yes, presently:
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I say, amen. |
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By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in's hand.
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He hath confess'd. |
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That he hath used thee. |
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Ay. |
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No, his mouth is stopp'd;
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Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
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Out, strumpet! weep'st thou for him to my face? |
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Down, strumpet! |
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Nay, if you strive— |
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Being done, there is no pause. |
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It is too late. |
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What noise is this? Not dead? not yet quite dead?
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Who's there? |
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Yes: 'tis Emilia. By and by. She's dead.
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I had forgot thee: O, come in, Emilia;
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What, now? |
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It is the very error of the moon;
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Roderigo kill'd!
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Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune,
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That! what? |
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Why, how should she be murder'd? |
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You heard her say herself, it was not I. |
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She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell:
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She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore. |
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She was false as water. |
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Cassio did top her; ask thy husband else.
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Thy husband. |
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Ay, with Cassio. Nay, had she been true,
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Ay, 'twas he that told me first:
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What needs this iteration, woman? I say thy husband. |
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He, woman;
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Ha! |
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Peace, you were best. |
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Nay, stare not, masters: it is true, indeed. |
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O! O! O! |
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[Rising] O, she was foul!
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'Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows
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Are there no stones in heaven
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I am not valiant neither,
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I have another weapon in this chamber;
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Look in upon me then and speak with me,
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Behold, I have a weapon;
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That's he that was Othello: here I am. |
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I look down towards his feet; but that's a fable.
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I am not sorry neither: I'ld have thee live;
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Why, any thing:
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Ay. |
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I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.
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Well, thou dost best. |
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O villain! |
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O the pernicious caitiff!
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O fool! fool! fool! |
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Soft you; a word or two before you go.
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I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: no way but this;
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