Use LEFT and RIGHT arrow keys to navigate between flashcards;
Use UP and DOWN arrow keys to flip the card;
H to show hint;
A reads text to speech;
86 Cards in this Set
- Front
- Back
I follow him to...
|
...Serve my turn upon him
|
|
But seeming so...
|
...for my peculiar end
|
|
I am not...
|
...what I am
|
|
Even now, very now...
|
...an old black ram; Is tupping your white ewe
|
|
Your daughter and the Moor...
|
...are making the beast with two backs
|
|
Thou art a...
|
...villain
|
|
Fathers from hence trust not your...
|
...daughters minds; By what you see them act
|
|
Were it my cue to act...
|
...I should have known it; Without a prompter
|
|
Dead?...
|
... Ay to me
|
|
She is abused, stolen from me and corrupted...
|
...by spells and medicines
|
|
Most potent, grave...
|
...and reverend signor’s
|
|
Rude am I in my speech...
|
... And little blest in the soft phrase of peace
|
|
Little shall I grace my cause...
|
...In speaking for myself
|
|
She gave me for my pains...
|
...a world of sighs
|
|
She swore in faith 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange...
|
...'Twas pitiful, 'twas wonderous pitiful
|
|
She loved me for the dangers I had passed...
|
...And I loved her that she did pity them
|
|
My noble father...
|
...I do perceive here a divided duty
|
|
Here, I do give thee that with all my heart...
|
...That which thou has already, with all my heart ;I would keep from thee
|
|
Let me go...
|
...with him
|
|
If virtue no delighted beauty lack...
|
...Your son in law is far more fair than black
|
|
Look to her Moor if thou hast eyes to see...
|
...She has deceived her father and may thee
|
|
Honest...
|
...Iago
|
|
I hate the Moor, And it is thought...
|
...that betwixt my sheets ; He's done my office
|
|
The Moor has a free and open nature...
|
...That thinks me honest that but seem so
|
|
And will as tenderly be led...
|
...by the nose; As asses are
|
|
You rise to play...
|
...and go to bed to work
|
|
With as little a web as this...
|
... I will ensnare as great a fly as Cassio
|
|
If I were now to die...
|
...'Twere not to be most happy
|
|
The heavens forbid...
|
...But that our loves and comforts should increase, Even as our days do grow
|
|
Now I do love her too...
|
...Not out of absolute lust …But partly led to direct my revenge
|
|
Till I am evened with him...
|
...Wife for Wife
|
|
'Tis pity of him..
|
...I fear the trust Othello puts in him
|
|
Oh God! That men should put an enemy in their mouths...
|
...To steal away their brains
|
|
Our Generals wife...
|
...in now our general
|
|
I'll put this pestilence...
|
... in his ear
|
|
So I will turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make...
|
...The net that ensnares them all
|
|
HA!...
|
...I like not that
|
|
I know thou'rt full of love an honesty, And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath...
|
...Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more
|
|
O! Beware my lord of jealousy ...
|
... It is the green eyed monster that doth ;Mock the meat it feeds on
|
|
No Iago...
|
...I'll see before I doubt, when I doubt prove
|
|
Look to your wife...
|
....observe her well with Cassio
|
|
She did deceive her father...
|
...in marrying you
|
|
Why did I...
|
...marry?
|
|
Oh curse of marriage!...
|
...That we call these delicate creatures ours ;And not their appetites!
|
|
I had rather be a toad, And live on a vapour of a dungeon...
|
...Than keep a corner of the thing I love, For other's uses
|
|
Trifles light as air...
|
...Are to the jealous, confirmations strong, As proofs as holy writ
|
|
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen...
|
...Let him not know it, and he is not robbed at all
|
|
Villain be sure...
|
...to prove my love's a whore
|
|
Give me...
|
...ocular proof
|
|
You would...
|
...be satisfied?
|
|
All my fond love is gone..
|
...Arise black vengeance
|
|
Swift means of death...
|
...for the fair devil
|
|
Now art thou...
|
...my Lieutenant
|
|
They are all but stomachs and we are all but food...
|
...They eat us hungrily and when they are full, They belch us
|
|
Jealous souls will not be answered so...
|
...they are not ever jealous for the cause, But they are jealous for they're jealous
|
|
It is a monster begot upon itself...
|
...born upon itself
|
|
I will chop her into messes!...
|
...Cuckold me!
|
|
Devil [striking her]..
|
...I have not deserved this
|
|
Your wife my lord...
|
...Your true and honest wife
|
|
Am I that...
|
...name Igao?
|
|
Hath she forsook so many noble matches...
|
...Her father and country, her friends, To be called a whore
|
|
Some eternal villain … to get some office...
|
...Has devised this slander
|
|
His unkindness may defeat my life...
|
...But never taint my love
|
|
Why making him incapable of Othello's place...
|
...knocking out his brains
|
|
If I do die before thee..
|
...Prithee; Shroud me in these same sheets
|
|
I do think it is their husbands faults...
|
...If wives do fall
|
|
Let husbands know, Their wives have sense like them...
|
...They see and smell, And have palates for both sweet and sour; As husbands have
|
|
He hath a daily beauty in his life...
|
...That makes me ugly
|
|
She must die...
|
...or else she'll betray more men
|
|
Put out the light...
|
...and then put out the light
|
|
Have you prayed tonight...
|
...Desdemon?
|
|
That death's unnatural...
|
...that kills for loving
|
|
A guiltless death...
|
...I die
|
|
Nobody, I myself. Farewell...
|
...Commend me to my kind lord
|
|
O the more angel she..
|
...And you the blacker devil!
|
|
I told him what I thought and told no more...
|
...Than what he himself thought apt and true
|
|
So speaking as I think...
|
...alas I die
|
|
O vain boast...
|
...Who can control his fate
|
|
Whip me...
|
...ye devils
|
|
I look down towards his feet, but thats a fable
|
If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.
|
|
An honourable murderer if you will...
|
....For nought I did in hate, but all in honour
|
|
Demand me nothing, What you know you know...
|
...From this time forth I never will speak word
|
|
O! fool...
|
...fool fool!
|
|
Soft you...
|
...a word or two before you go
|
|
One whose hand...
|
...Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
|
|
Look on the tragic loading of this bed...
|
...This is thy work
|