Therefore, as l am bound, receive it from me. I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes. If that the Turkish fleet Be not enshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd: It is impossible they bear it out. Give me answer to it. To himself, Iago decides to make use of Cassio, the man he deeply resents and who received the promotion he himself wanted, as the instrument to destroy Othello. What cannot be preserved when fortune takes 555 Patience her injury a mockery makes.
And mine, a hundred and forty. Be as your fancies teach you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient. In this time of the night! What is the matter, think you? Some of these images show actors in character, while others show the plays as if they were real-life events—telling the difference isn't always easy. It yet hath felt no age nor known no sorrow. By heaven, he echoes me, 1750 As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown. Nay, when I have a suit— Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed, 90 It shall be full of poise and difficult weight, And fearful to be granted. What profane wretch art thou? It is a judgment maim'd and most imperfect That will confess perfection so could err Against all rules of nature, and must be driven To find out practises of cunning hell, Why this should be.
How say you by this change? I humbly thank your Ladyship. Nay, stay: thou shouldst be honest. Poor and content is rich and rich enough, But riches fineless is as poor as winter To him that ever fears he shall be poor. Would you would bear your fortune like a man! Desdemona, true to her word to Cassio, continues to plead on his behalf, unknowingly confirming to Othello her unfaithfulness. Let me speak like yourself, and lay a sentence, Which, as a grise or step, may help these lovers Into your favour. No more of drowning, do you hear? Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore, Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof: Or by the worth of man's eternal soul, Thou hadst been better have been born a dog Than answer my waked wrath! Scene 3 Enter Othello, Desdemona, Cassio, and Attendants. Farewell the plumed troop and wars that make ambition virtue.
O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! Sir, would she give you so much of her lips As of her tongue she oft bestows on me, You'll have enough. Will you come to bed, my lord? I hope you will consider what is spoke Comes from my love. But l am much to blame. Be bold and take thy stand. This cannot be, By no assay of reason: 'tis a pageant, 350 To keep us in false gaze. How may the duke be therewith satisfied, Whose messengers are here about my side, Upon some present business of the state To bring me to him? And even from now do build on thee a better opinion than before.
What villains have done this? Cassio hath killed a Venetian called Roderigo. Some one way, some another. These sentences, to sugar, or to gall, 565 Being strong on both sides, are equivocal: But words are words; I never yet did hear That the bruised heart was pierced through the ear. When the blood is made dull with the act of 1025 sport, there should be, again to inflame it and to give satiety a fresh appetite, loveliness in favour, sympathy in years, manners and beauties; all which the Moor is defective in: now, for want of these required conveniences, her delicate tenderness will 1030 find itself abused, begin to heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor; very nature will instruct her in it and compel her to some second choice. Thanks, you the valiant of this warlike isle, That so approve the Moor! You shall not write my praise.
Let the devil and his dam haunt you! My hopes do shape him for the governor. Let me go with him. Ancient, what makes he here? Good my lord, If I have any grace or power to move you, His present reconciliation take; For if he be not one that truly loves you, That errs in ignorance and not in cunning, 1680 I have no judgment in an honest face: I prithee, call him back. The cry goes that you shall marry her. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, 1805 Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him 1810 And makes me poor indeed. So, so, so, so: they laugh that win. You have lost half your soul.
Now, will l question Cassio of Bianca. Enter Iago with a light. He sweats not to overthrow your Almain. This production was the first ever in America to feature a black actor playing Othello with an otherwise all-white cast there had been all-black productions of the play before. And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dead clamours counterfeit, Farewell! Look on the tragic loading of this bed. A word or two before you go.
Two of the most notable examples of this role swap were and at 1837 and and at the 1955. Would you grossly gape on? Nor do I know the man. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions: but we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts, whereof I take this that you call love to be a sect or scion. It ran for 296 performances, almost twice as long as any other Shakespearean play ever produced on. Meet me by and by at the citadel: I must fetch his necessaries ashore.
She'll rail in the streets else. What said she to you? Good my lord, l would speak a word with you. First Senator Indeed, they are disproportion'd; My letters say a hundred and seven galleys. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here I give thee warrant of thy place: assure thee, If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it To the last article: my lord shall never rest; I'll watch him tame and talk him out of patience; 1650 His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift; I'll intermingle every thing he does With Cassio's suit: therefore be merry, Cassio; For thy solicitor shall rather die Than give thy cause away. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er 1820 Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves! This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house-affairs would draw her thence: Which ever as she could with haste dispatch, She'ld come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively: I did consent, And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. Put money in thy purse; follow thou the wars; defeat thy favour with an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Steering with due course towards the isle of Rhodes, Have there injointed them with an after fleet.