Quotes with Page Number Othello by William Shakespeare

Quotes with Page Number Othello by William Shakespeare

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey d beast, which doth mockThe meat it feeds upon. Page 32 For she had eyes and chose me. Guy in rage strike those that

want them finest. Page 60 The robb d that smiles, takes something from the burglar; He robs himself that spends a bootless sorrow. Track record is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and

lost without

deserving.(Iago, Act II, scene iii )However I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at: I am not what I am. I would not put a burglar in

my mouth to steal my brains. Reputation in males and female, dear my lord, Is the immediate gem of their souls: Who takes

my bag steals garbage; tis something, absolutely nothing; twas mine, tis his, and has been servant to

thousands; However he that filches from me my great nameRobs me of that which not enhances him, And makes me poor indeed. Page 134 She lov d me for the dangers I had pass d, And I lov d her that she did pity them How bad are they that have not patience! What injury did ever heal but by degrees? Iago Men should be what they appear. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;

It is the green-ey d monster, which doth mockThe meat it eats. That cuckold resides in happiness, Who, certain of his fate, likes

not his wronger: But O, what damnèd minutes informs he o erWho dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly likes!( Act 3, scene

3, 165 171)Tis in ourselves that we are thus or hence. Our bodies are our gardens to

the which our wills are gardeners. Tis within ourselves that we are hence or therefore Excellent scum! Perdition capture my soul However I do like thee! and when I like thee not, Mayhem is returned. Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft expression of peace. I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No chance but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and after that have we a prescription to die when death is our doctor. Thou weigh st thy words prior to thou givest them breath. I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the

north; Let paradise and males and devils, let them all, All, all, cry pity against me, yet I ll speak. And his

unkindness may defeat my life, But never ever taint my love. So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And

out of

her own goodness make the netThat will enmesh them all. If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till

they have waken d death! Were I the Moor I would not be Iago.In following him I follow however myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and task, However appearing

so for my peculiar end.For when my external action doth demonstrateThe

native act and

figure of my heartIn compliment extern, tis not long afterBut I will use my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at. I am not what I am I hope you, in your letters, When

you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught

in malice. Then must you speakOf one that loved not sensibly but too well; Of one not quickly envious, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme

… Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind young puppies. what can not be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes And what s

he then that says I play the villain? Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ. Virtue? A fig! Tis in ourselves that we are therefore or therefore. William Shakespeare, Othello

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