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 monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds upon. Page 32 For she had eyes and selected me. Men in rage strike those that

want them best. Page 60 The robb d that smiles, steals something from the burglar; He robs himself that invests a bootless grief. 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 use my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at: I am not what I am. I would not put a thief in

my mouth to steal my brains. Reputation in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate gem of their souls: Who steals

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

thousands; But he that swipes from me my great nameRobs me of that which not improves him, And makes me bad certainly. Page 134 She lov d me for the threats I had pass d, And I lov d her that she did pity them How bad are they that have not perseverance! What wound did ever heal however by degrees? Iago Guys ought to be what they seem. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;

It is the green-ey d monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds upon. That cuckold lives in happiness, Who, specific of his fate, enjoys

not his wronger: However O, what damnèd minutes tells he o erWho dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet highly likes!( Act 3, scene

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

the which our wills are gardeners. Tis within ourselves that we are thus or hence Exceptional rascal! Perdition catch my soul But I do enjoy thee! and when I enjoy thee not, Turmoil is returned. Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft expression of peace. I kissed thee ere I eliminated thee. No chance however this, Killing myself, to pass away upon a kiss. It is silliness to live when to live is torture, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our doctor. Thou weigh st thy words before 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 embarassment versus me, yet I ll speak. And his

unkindness might defeat my life, However never taint my love. So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And

out of

her own goodness make the netThat shall 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 responsibility, However appearing

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

native act and

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

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

in malice. Then must you speakOf one that enjoyed not wisely however too well; Of one not quickly envious, however being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme

… Drown thyself? Drown felines and blind puppies. what can not be conserved when fate takes, perseverance her injury a mockery makes And what s

he then that states I play the bad guy? Trifles light as air are to the jealous verifications strong as evidence of holy writ. Virtue? A fig! Tis in ourselves that we are therefore or hence. William Shakespeare, Othello