Cassio | I have made bold, Iago, to send in to your wife. My suit to her is that she will to virtuous Desdemona procure me some access. |
Iago | I’ll devise a mean to draw the Moor out of the way, that your converse and business be more free. |
Cassio | I never knew a Florentine more kind and honest. |
Cassio | Give me advantage of some brief discourse with Desdemona alone |
Desdemona | I will do all my abilities in thy behalf. |
Emilia | It grieves my husband as if the cause were his. |
Cassio | I being absent and my place supplied, my general will forget my love and service. |
Desdemona | Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I’ll perform it to the last article. |
Iago | Ha, I like not that. |
Desdemona | He hath left part of his grief with me to suffer with him. |
Desdemona | I wonder in my should what you would ask me that I should deny? |
Othello | Let him come when he will; I will deny thee nothing. |
Othello | When I love thee not, chaos is come again. |
Othello | Is he not honest? |
Othello | Thou echo’st me as if there were some monster in thy thought too hideous to be shown. |
Othello | If thou dost love me, show me thy thought. |
Iago | Men should be what they seem; or those that be not, would they might seem none! |
Iago | Though I am bound to every act of duty I am not bout to that all slaves are free to. |
Iago | Why say they are vile and false- |
Iago | Its my natures plague to spy into abuses, and often my jealousy shapes faults that are not. |
Iago | Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, is the immediate jewel of their souls. |
Iago | He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed. |
Iago | O, beware, my lord of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock than meat it feeds on. |
Iago | Riches fineless is as poor as winter to him that ever fears he shall be poor. |
Othello | Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw the smallest fear or doubt of her revolt, for she had eyes, and she chose me. |
Iago | Look to your wife, observe her well with Cassio… |
Iago | In Venice they do let God see the pranks they dare not show their husbands. Their best conscience is not to leave it undone but keep it unknown. |
Iago | She did deceive her father, marrying you. |
Iago | I see this hath a little dashed your spirits… I do see you’re moved. |
Othello | This honest creature doubtless sees and knows more, much more, that he unfolds. |
Iago | Note if your lady strain his entertainment with any strong or vehement importunity, much will be seen in that. |
Othello | This fellow’s of exceeding honesty, and knows all qualities with a learned spirit of human dealings. |
Emilia | I am glad I found this napkin. This was her first remembrance from the Moor. My wayward husband hath a hundred times wooed me to steal it. |
Emilia | I nothing but to please his fantasy. |
Emilia | Give it me again. Poor lady, she’ll run mad when she shall lack it. |
Iago | Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ. |
Othello | I swear tis better to be much abused than but to know it a little. |
Othello | He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen let him not know it, and he’s not robbed at all. |
Othello | I had been happy if the general camp, pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body, so i had nothing known. |
Othello | Villain, be sure thou prove my love a *****! Be sure of it. Give me the ocular proof or… thou hadst been better born a dog than answer my waked wrath. |
Iago | Are you a man? Have you a soul or sense? |
Othello | Her name, that was as fresh as Dian’s visage, is now begrimed and black as mine own face. |
Iago | In sleep I heard him say, ‘Sweet Desdemona, let us be wary…’ |
Othello | I’ll tear her all to pieces. |
Iago | Such a handkerchief, I am sure it was your wife’s, did I today see Cassio wipe his beard with. |
Iago | It speaks against her with the other proofs. |
Iago | Iago doth give up the execution of his wit, hands. heart to wronged Othello’s service! |
Othello | Within these three days let me hear thee say that Cassio’s not alive. |
Othello | I will withdraw to furnish me with some swift means of death for the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. |
Desdemona | I had rather have lost my purse full of crusadoes. |
Desdemona | My noble Moor is true of mind and made of no such baseness of jealous creatures are. |
Desdemona | I think the sun where he was born drew all such humors from him. |
Othello | This hand is moist, my lady. |
Desdemona | It yet has felt no age nor known no sorrow. |
Desdemona | For twas that hand that gave away my heart |
Othello | I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me. Lend me thy handkerchief. |
Othello | To lose it or give it away were such perdition as nothing else could match. |
Desdemona | This is a trick to put me from my suit. Pray you, let Cassio be received again. |
Emilia | Tis not a year or two shows us a man. They are all but stomachs… |
Cassio | That nor my service past nor present sorrows nor purposed merit in futurity can ransom into his love again. |
Desdemona | My lord is not my lord. |
Desdemona | Men’s natures wrangle with inferior things, though great ones are their object. |
Emilia | They are not ever jealous for the cause, but jealous for they’re jealous. It is monster begin upon itself, born of itself. |
Desdemona | Heaven keep that monster from Othello’s mind! |
Cassio | Sweet Bianca, take me this work out. |
Cassio | I do attend here on the General, and think it no addition, nor my wish, to have him see me womaned. |
Othello Act III Quotes
August 31, 2019