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Othello
[II, 1] |
Iago |
955 |
[Aside] He takes her by the palm: ay, well said,
whisper: with as little a web as this will I
ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon
her, do; I will gyve thee in thine own courtship.
You say true; 'tis so, indeed: if such tricks as
these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had
been better you had not kissed your three fingers so
oft, which now again you are most apt to play the
sir in. Very good; well kissed! an excellent
courtesy! 'tis so, indeed. Yet again your fingers
to your lips? would they were clyster-pipes for your sake!
[Trumpet within]
The Moor! I know his trumpet.
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2 |
Othello
[II, 1] |
Iago |
994 |
[Aside] O, you are well tuned now!
But I'll set down the pegs that make this music,
As honest as I am.
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3 |
Othello
[II, 3] |
Iago |
1269 |
[Aside to him] How now, Roderigo!
I pray you, after the lieutenant; go.
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4 |
Othello
[II, 3] |
Iago |
1298 |
[Aside to RODERIGO] Away, I say; go out, and cry a mutiny.
[Exit RODERIGO]
Nay, good lieutenant,—alas, gentlemen;—
Help, ho!—Lieutenant,—sir,—Montano,—sir;
Help, masters!—Here's a goodly watch indeed!
[Bell rings]
Who's that which rings the bell?—Diablo, ho!
The town will rise: God's will, lieutenant, hold!
You will be shamed for ever.
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5 |
Othello
[III, 4] |
Othello |
2208 |
Well, my good lady.
[Aside]
O, hardness to dissemble!—
How do you, Desdemona?
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6 |
Othello
[V, 1] |
Iago |
3291 |
Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd.
Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale.
Emilia run you to the citadel,
And tell my lord and lady what hath happ'd.
Will you go on? I pray.
[Aside]
This is the night
That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
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