| Quick, quick, fear nothing | I’ll be at thy elbow (5.1) |
| Be near at hand | I may miscarry in’t (5.1) |
| Here, at thy hand: | be bold and take thy stand (5.1) |
| I have no great devotion to the deed | And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons (5.1) |
| I have rubbed this young quat almost to the sense | And he grows angry (5.1) |
| Every way | makes my gain (5.1) |
| O brave Iago, honest and just, | That hast such noble sense of thy friend’s wrong! (5.1) |
| Minion, your dear lies dead, | And your unblest fate goes; strumpet, I come (5.1) |
| Thy bed, lust-stained, | shall with lust’s blood be spotted (5.1) |
| [Enter Iago, | with a light] (5.1) |
| Iago? O, I am spoiled, undone by villains! | Give me some help (5.1) |
| (Iago:) O ___________ villains! | treacherous (5.1) |
| (Iago:) O murderous slave! O villain! | [Stabs Roderigo] (5.1) |
| O damned Iago! | O inhuman dog! (5.1) |
| Kill men i’th’ dark? | Where be these bloody thieves? (5.1) |
| (Iago:) Are you of good | or evil? (5.1) |
| O my dear Cassio!My sweet Cassio! | O Cassio, Casio, Cassio! (5.1) |
| O notable ________! | strumpet (5.1) |
| I do suspect this trash | To be a party in this injury (5.1) |
| How do you, Cassio? | O, a chair, a chair! (5.1) |
| This is the fruit | of whoring (5.1) |
| (EmÃlia:) O fie upon thee, | strumpet! (5.1) |
| (Bianca:) I am no strumpet | But if life as honest as you, that thusAbuse me (5.1) |
| This is the night | That either makes me or fordoes me quite (5.1) |
| It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul! | …you chaste stars, It is the cause (5.2) |
| that whiter skin of hers than snow | And smooth as monumental alabaster (5.2) |
| Yet she must die | else she’ll betray more men (5.2) |
| Put out the light, | and then put out the light (5.2) |
| when I have plucked the rose,I cannot give it vital growth again | It needs must wither (5.2) |
| O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade | Justice to break her sword! (5.2) |
| Will you come to bed, | my lord? (5.2) |
| Then heaven, | Have mercy on me! (5.2) |
| Why I should fear I know not, | Since guiltless I know not. But yet I feel fear (5.2) |
| Think on | thy sins (5.2) |
| Sweet soul, take heed, | Take heed of perjury. Thou art on thy death- bed (5.2) |
| Thou art | to die. (5.2) |
| O perjured woman, thou dost stone my heart | And makes me call what I intend to doA murder (5.2) |
| Out, strumpet, | weep’st thou for him to my face (5.2) |
| Kill me not … | Kill me tomorrow, let me live tonight…But half an hour!…But while I say one prayer! (5.2) |
| O Lord! Lord! Lord! | [He smothers her] (5.2) |
| My wife, my wife! | What wife? I have no wife. (5.2) |
| Methinks it should be now a huge eclipseOf sun and moon, and th’affrighted globe | Should yawn at alteration (5.2) |
| O falsely, | falsely murdered! (5.2) |
| Out and alas, | that was my lady’s voice (5.2) |
| O lady, speak again, | Sweet Desdemona, O sweet mistress, speak! (5.2) |
| A _________ death I die | guiltless (5.2) |
| Nobody. I myself. Farewell | Commend me to my kind lord – O farewell! |
| She’s like a liar gone to burning hell: | ‘Twas I that killed her (5.2) |
| O, the more angel she, | And you the blacker devil! (5.2) |
| She turned to folly, | and she was a ***** (5.2) |
| Thou art rash as fire to sayThat she was false. | O, she was heavenly true! (5.2) |
| An honest man he is, | and hates the slimeThat sticks on filthy deeds (5.2) |
| O mistress, villainy | hath made mocks with love (5.2) |
| If he say so, may his pernicious soul | Rot half a grain a day! (5.2) |
| This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven | Than thou wast worthy her (5.2) |
| you have done well | That men must lay their murders on your neck (5.2) |
| Disprove this villain, | if thou be’st a man (5.2) |
| You told a lie, an odious, damned lie! | Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie! (5.2) |
| Go to, _____ your tongue | charm (5.2) |
| I will not charm my tongue, | I am bound to speak (5.2) |
| I’ll kill myself for grief! | O villainy, villainy! (5.2) |
| What, are you mad? | I charge you, get you home (5.2) |
| ‘Tis proper I obey him – | but not now. (5.2) |
| lay thee down and roar | For thou hast killed the sweetest innocent (5.2) |
| Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, | All, all cry shame against me, yet I’ll speak (5.2) |
| O thou ____ Moor | dull (5.2) |
| Villainous | *****! (5.2) |
| what should such a fool | Do with so good a wife (5.2) |
| O lay me | by my mistress’ side (5.2) |
| Moor she was chaste, she loved thee, cruel Moor, | So come my soul to bliss as I speak true! (5.2) |
| I have made my way through more impediments | Than twenty times your stop (5.2) |
| O vain boast, | who can control his fate? (5.2) |
| Here is my journey’s end | here is my butt (5.2) |
| Where should Othello go? | Now: how dost thou look now? (5.2) |
| When we shall meet at comptThis look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven | And fiends will snatch at it (5.2) |
| O cursed, cursed slave! | Whip me, ye devils (5.2) |
| roast me in sulphur, | Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquide fire (5.2) |
| O Desdemon! | dead, Desdemon. Dead! O, O! (5.2) |
| If thou be’st a devil | I cannot kill thee (5.2) |
| An honourable murderer, if you will | For nought I did in hate, but all in honour (5.2) |
| This wretch hath ____ confessed his villainy | part (5.2) |
| demand that demi -devil | Why he hath this ensnared my soul and body (5.2) |
| Most heathenish | and most gross! (5.2) |
| O fool, | fool, fool! (5.2) |
| When you shall these unlucky deeds relate | Speak of me as I am (5.2) |
| one that loved not wisely, | but too well (5.2) |
| one not easily jealous, but being wrought, | Perplexed in the extreme (5.2) |
| Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away | Richer than all his tribe (5.2) |
| Where a malignant and turbanned Turk | Beat a Venetian and traduced the state (5.2) |
| I took by th’throat the circumcised dog | And smote him – thus! [He stabs himself] (5.2) |
| seize upon | the fortunes of the Moor (5.2) |
| this hellish | villain (5.2) |
Othello Act 5
September 4, 2019