Act 1, Scene 1
IAGO One Michael Cassio, a Florentine, A fellow almost damned in a fair wife, That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows More than a spinster—unless the bookish th...
Act 1, Scene 2
IAGOFaith, he tonight hath boarded a land carrack. If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever. CASSIO I do not understand. IAGO He's married. (1.2.60-63)
Act 1, Scene 3
IAGO I hate the Moor, And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets'Has done my office. I know not if 't be true, But I, for mere suspicion in that kind, Will do as if for surety. (1.3.329-433)
Act 2, Scene 1
IAGO Now, I do love her too, Not out of absolute lust (though peradventure I stand accountant for as great a sin) But partly led to diet my revenge, For that I do suspect the lusty Moor Hath leaped...
Act 2, Scene 3
OTHELLO Come, My dear love, The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue; The profit's yet to come 'tween me and you.—
Goodnight. (2.3.9-13)
Act 3, Scene 3
IAGO O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on; (3.3.195-197)
Act 3, Scene 4
EMILIA Pray heaven it be state-matters, as you think, and no conception nor no jealous toy concerning you. DESDEMONA Alas the day, I never gave him cause! EMILIA But jealous souls will not be...
Act 4, Scene 1
IAGONow will I question Cassio of Bianca, A huswife that by selling her desires Buys herself bread and clothes. It is a creature That dotes on Cassio—as 'tis the strumpet's plague To beguile many...
Act 4, Scene 2
OTHELLO Had it pleased heaven To try me with affliction, had they rained All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head, Steeped me in poverty to the very lips, Given to captivity me and my utmost h...
Act 4, Scene 3
EMILIABut I do think it is their husbands' faults If wives do fall. Say that they slack their duties, And pour our treasures into foreign laps; Or else break out in peevish jealousies, Throwing res...
Act 5, Scene 1
OTHELLOMinion, your dear lies dead, And your unblest fate hies. Strumpet, I come. Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted. Thy bed, lust-stained, shall with lust's bloo...
Act 5, Scene 2
OTHELLO Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed...