Speeches (Lines) for Desdemona
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My noble father,
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Nor I; I would not there reside,
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That I did love the Moor to live with him,
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I thank you, valiant Cassio.
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O, but I fear—How lost you company? |
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Alas, she has no speech. |
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O, fie upon thee, slanderer! |
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What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst
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Come on assay. There's one gone to the harbour? |
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I am not merry; but I do beguile
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Well praised! How if she be black and witty? |
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Worse and worse. |
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These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i'
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O heavy ignorance! thou praisest the worst best.
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To do what? |
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O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do not learn
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Let's meet him and receive him. |
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My dear Othello! |
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The heavens forbid
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What's the matter? |
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Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do
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O, that's an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio,
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I know't; I thank you. You do love my lord:
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Do not doubt that; before Emilia here
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Why, stay, and hear me speak. |
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Well, do your discretion. |
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How now, my lord!
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Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord,
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Ay, sooth; so humbled
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But shall't be shortly? |
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Shall't be to-night at supper? |
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To-morrow dinner, then? |
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Why, then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn;
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Why, this is not a boon;
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Shall I deny you? no: farewell, my lord. |
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Emilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you;
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How now, my dear Othello!
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Why do you speak so faintly?
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'Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again:
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I am very sorry that you are not well. |
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Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio lies? |
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Why, man? |
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Go to: where lodges he? |
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Can any thing be made of this? |
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Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report? |
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Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him I have
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Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia? |
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Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
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Who, he? I think the sun where he was born
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I will not leave him now till Cassio
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Well, my good lord. |
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It yet hath felt no age nor known no sorrow. |
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You may, indeed, say so;
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I cannot speak of this. Come now, your promise. |
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I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you. |
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Here, my lord. |
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I have it not about me. |
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No, indeed, my lord. |
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Is't possible? |
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Indeed! is't true? |
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Then would to God that I had never seen't! |
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Why do you speak so startingly and rash? |
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Heaven bless us! |
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It is not lost; but what an if it were? |
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I say, it is not lost. |
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Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now.
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Come, come;
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I pray, talk me of Cassio. |
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A man that all his time
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In sooth, you are to blame. |
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I ne'er saw this before.
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How now, good Cassio! what's the news with you? |
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Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio!
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I prithee, do so.
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Alas the day! I never gave him cause. |
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Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind! |
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I will go seek him. Cassio, walk hereabout:
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And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico? |
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Cousin, there's fall'n between him and my lord
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My lord? |
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A most unhappy one: I would do much
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My lord? |
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What, is he angry? |
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Trust me, I am glad on't. |
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My lord? |
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Why, sweet Othello,— |
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I have not deserved this. |
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I will not stay to offend you. |
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My lord? |
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My lord, what is your will? |
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What is your pleasure? |
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What horrible fancy's this? |
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Upon my knees, what doth your speech import?
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Your wife, my lord; your true
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Heaven doth truly know it. |
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To whom, my lord? with whom? how am I false? |
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Alas the heavy day! Why do you weep?
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I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. |
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Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? |
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By heaven, you do me wrong. |
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No, as I am a Christian:
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No, as I shall be saved. |
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O, heaven forgive us! |
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'Faith, half asleep. |
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With who? |
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Who is thy lord? |
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I have none: do not talk to me, Emilia;
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'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet.
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I cannot tell. Those that do teach young babes
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Am I that name, Iago? |
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Such as she says my lord did say I was. |
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I do not know; I am sure I am none such. |
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It is my wretched fortune. |
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Nay, heaven doth know. |
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If any such there be, heaven pardon him! |
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O good Iago,
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If 'twere no other— |
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Your honour is most welcome. |
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My lord? |
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I will, my lord. |
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He says he will return incontinent:
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It was his bidding: therefore, good Emilia,.
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So would not I. my love doth so approve him,
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All's one. Good faith, how foolish are our minds!
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My mother had a maid call'd Barbara:
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No, unpin me here.
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He speaks well. |
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[Singing] The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
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[Singing] I call'd my love false love; but what
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I have heard it said so. O, these men, these men!
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Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world? |
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No, by this heavenly light! |
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Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world? |
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In troth, I think thou wouldst not. |
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Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong
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I do not think there is any such woman. |
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Good night, good night: heaven me such uses send,
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Who's there? Othello? |
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Will you come to bed, my lord? |
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Ay, my lord. |
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Alas, my lord, what do you mean by that? |
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Talk you of killing? |
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Then heaven
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If you say so, I hope you will not kill me. |
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And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then
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They are loves I bear to you. |
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That death's unnatural that kills for loving.
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I will so. What's the matter? |
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No, by my life and soul!
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Ay, but not yet to die. |
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Then Lord have mercy on me! |
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And have you mercy too! I never did
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He found it then;
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What, my lord? |
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How? unlawfully? |
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He will not say so. |
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O! my fear interprets: what, is he dead? |
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Alas! he is betray'd and I undone. |
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O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not! |
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Kill me to-morrow: let me live to-night! |
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But half an hour! |
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But while I say one prayer! |
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O, falsely, falsely murder'd! |
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A guiltless death I die. |
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Nobody; I myself. Farewell
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