Quotes From "Othello" By William Shakespeare

DESDEMONACome, how wouldst thou praise me? IAGO I am about it; but indeed my invention Comes from my pate as birdlime does from frieze; It plucks out brains and all: but my Muse labours, And thus she is deliver'd. If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit, The one's for use, the other useth it. DESDEMONA Well praised! How if she be black and witty? IAGO If she be black, and thereto have a wit, She'll find a white that shall her blackness fit. DESDEMONA Worse and worse. EMILIA How if fair and foolish? IAGO She never yet was foolish that was fair; For even her folly help'd her to an heir. DESDEMONA These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i' the alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for her that's foul and foolish? IAGO There's none so foul and foolish thereunto, But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do. . William Shakespeare

I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself. William Shakespeare

Were I the Moor I would not be Iago.In following him I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so for my peculiar end. For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, ’tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. I am not what I am William Shakespeare

As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound. There is more sense in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition, oft got without merit and lost without deserving. William Shakespeare

Have not we affections and desires for sport, and frailty, as men have? William Shakespeare

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing;’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. William Shakespeare

...speak to me as to thy thinking As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words... William Shakespeare

My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself. William Shakespeare

Men should be what they seem. William Shakespeare

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough; But riches fineless is as poor as winter To him that ever fears he shall be poor;— Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy! William Shakespeare

Men in rage strike those that wish them best. William Shakespeare

I understand a fury in your words But not your words. William Shakespeare

For your sake, jewel, I am glad at soul I have no other child; For thy escape would teach me tyranny, To hang clogs on them. William Shakespeare

The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief. William Shakespeare

My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, ——in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange;' Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story. And that would woo her. William Shakespeare

DESDEMONA: I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. O T H E L L O: Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell’st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born! D E S D E M O N A: Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? O T H E L L O: Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write “whore” upon? . William Shakespeare

CASSIO: Dost thou hear, my honest friend? C L O W N: No, I hear not your honest friend, I hear you. C A S S I O: Prithee, keep up thy quillets. William Shakespeare

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. William Shakespeare

Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned TurkBeat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus. William Shakespeare

Not I; I must be found; My parts, my title, and my perfect soul, Shall manifest me rightly. William Shakespeare

I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains. William Shakespeare

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs. William Shakespeare

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! " - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii) William Shakespeare

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 my duty, I am hitherto your daughter. But here’s my husband, And so much duty as my mother showed To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord. William Shakespeare

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. William Shakespeare

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger: But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves! ( Act 3, scene 3, 165—171) William Shakespeare

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ. William Shakespeare

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. William Shakespeare

Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio’s death, The noise was high. Ha! No more moving? Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were ’t good? I think she stirs again– No. What’s best to do? If she come in, she’ll sure speak to my wife– My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife. Oh, insupportable! Oh, heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon, and that th' affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration. William Shakespeare

O ill-starred wench! Pale as your smock! William Shakespeare