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1

Othello
[I, 3]

Othello

457

I do beseech you,
Send for the lady to the Sagittary,
And let her speak of me before her father:
If you do find me foul in her report,
The trust, the office I do hold of you,
Not only take away, but let your sentence
Even fall upon my life.

2

Othello
[I, 3]

Othello

473

Her father loved me; oft invited me;
Still question'd me the story of my life,
From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have passed.
I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
To the very moment that he bade me tell it;
Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents by flood and field
Of hair-breadth scapes i' the imminent deadly breach,
Of being taken by the insolent foe
And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence
And portance in my travels' history:
Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven
It was my hint to speak,—such was the process;
And of the Cannibals that each other eat,
The Anthropophagi and men whose heads
Do grow beneath their shoulders. 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. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs:
She swore, in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange,
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:
She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd
That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me,
And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story.
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake:
She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd,
And I loved her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used:
Here comes the lady; let her witness it.

3

Othello
[II, 1]

Cassio

851

She that I spake of, our great captain's captain,
Left in the conduct of the bold Iago,
Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts
A se'nnight's speed. Great Jove, Othello guard,
And swell his sail with thine own powerful breath,
That he may bless this bay with his tall ship,
Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms,
Give renew'd fire to our extincted spirits
And bring all Cyprus comfort!
[Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Attendants]
O, behold,
The riches of the ship is come on shore!
Ye men of Cyprus, let her have your knees.
Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round!

4

Othello
[II, 1]

Iago

907

O gentle lady, do not put me to't;
For I am nothing, if not critical.

5

Othello
[II, 3]

Cassio

1152

She's a most exquisite lady.

6

Othello
[III, 3]

Cassio

1640

Ay, but, lady,
That policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
Or breed itself so out of circumstance,
That, I being absent and my place supplied,
My general will forget my love and service.

7

Othello
[III, 3]

Iago

1733

Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady,
Know of your love?

8

Othello
[III, 3]

Iago

1903

[Returning] My lord, I would I might entreat
your honour
To scan this thing no further; leave it to time:
Though it be fit that Cassio have his place,
For sure, he fills it up with great ability,
Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile,
You shall by that perceive him and his means:
Note, if your lady strain his entertainment
With any strong or vehement importunity;
Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
Let me be thought too busy in my fears—
As worthy cause I have to fear I am—
And hold her free, I do beseech your honour.

9

Othello
[III, 3]

Emilia

1988

If it be not for some purpose of import,
Give't me again: poor lady, she'll run mad
When she shall lack it.

10

Othello
[III, 4]

Othello

2208

Well, my good lady.
[Aside]
O, hardness to dissemble!—
How do you, Desdemona?

11

Othello
[III, 4]

Othello

2213

Give me your hand: this hand is moist, my lady.

12

Othello
[III, 4]

Emilia

2359

Lady, amen.

13

Othello
[IV, 1]

Lodovico

2692

Truly, an obedient lady:
I do beseech your lordship, call her back.

14

Othello
[IV, 2]

Emilia

2853

Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?

15

Othello
[IV, 2]

Emilia

2860

He that is yours, sweet lady.

16

Othello
[IV, 2]

Iago

2878

What's the matter, lady?

17

Othello
[IV, 2]

Iago

2883

What name, fair lady?

18

Othello
[IV, 3]

Emilia

3060

I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot
to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip.

19

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.

20

Othello
[V, 2]

Emilia

3447

Out, and alas! that was my lady's voice.
Help! help, ho! help! O lady, speak again!
Sweet Desdemona! O sweet mistress, speak!