Speeches (Lines) for Iago
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'Sblood, but you will not hear me:
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Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city,
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Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service,
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O, sir, content you;
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Call up her father,
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Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell
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Awake! what, ho, Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves!
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Are your doors lock'd? |
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'Zounds, sir, you're robb'd; for shame, put on
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'Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not
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I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter
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You are—a senator. |
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Farewell; for I must leave you:
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Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
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Nay, but he prated,
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Those are the raised father and his friends:
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By Janus, I think no. |
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'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack:
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He's married. |
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Marry, to—Come, captain, will you go? |
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It is Brabantio. General, be advised;
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You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. |
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What say'st thou, noble heart? |
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Why, go to bed, and sleep. |
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If thou dost, I shall never love thee after. Why,
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O villainous! I have looked upon the world for four
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Virtue! a fig! 'tis in ourselves that we are thus
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It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of
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Thou art sure of me:—go, make money:—I have told
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At my lodging. |
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Go to; farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo? |
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No more of drowning, do you hear? |
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Thus do I ever make my fool my purse:
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Sir, would she give you so much of her lips
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In faith, too much;
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Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors,
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Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk:
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No, let me not. |
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O gentle lady, do not put me to't;
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Ay, madam. |
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I am about it; but indeed my invention
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If she be black, and thereto have a wit,
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She never yet was foolish that was fair;
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There's none so foul and foolish thereunto,
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She that was ever fair and never proud,
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To suckle fools and chronicle small beer. |
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[Aside] He takes her by the palm: ay, well said,
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[Aside] O, you are well tuned now!
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Do thou meet me presently at the harbour. Come
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Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be instructed.
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Blessed fig's-end! the wine she drinks is made of
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Lechery, by this hand; an index and obscure prologue
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Sir, he is rash and very sudden in choler, and haply
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I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel:
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That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it;
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Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten o' the
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And, I'll warrant her, fun of game. |
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What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley of
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And when she speaks, is it not an alarum to love? |
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Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I
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O, they are our friends; but one cup: I'll drink for
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What, man! 'tis a night of revels: the gallants
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Here at the door; I pray you, call them in. |
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If I can fasten but one cup upon him,
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Some wine, ho!
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I learned it in England, where, indeed, they are
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Why, he drinks you, with facility, your Dane dead
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O sweet England!
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Will you hear't again? |
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It's true, good lieutenant. |
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And so do I too, lieutenant. |
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You see this fellow that is gone before;
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'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep:
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[Aside to him] How now, Roderigo!
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Not I, for this fair island:
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[Aside to RODERIGO] Away, I say; go out, and cry a mutiny.
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Hold, ho! Lieutenant,—sir—Montano,—gentlemen,—
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I do not know: friends all but now, even now,
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Touch me not so near:
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What, are you hurt, lieutenant? |
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Marry, heaven forbid! |
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As I am an honest man, I thought you had received
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What was he that you followed with your sword? What
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Is't possible? |
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Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus
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Come, you are too severe a moraler: as the time,
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Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature,
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You or any man living may be drunk! at a time, man.
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I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kindness. |
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You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant; I
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And what's he then that says I play the villain?
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How poor are they that have not patience!
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You have not been a-bed, then? |
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I'll send her to you presently;
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Well, my good lord, I'll do't. |
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Ha! I like not that. |
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Nothing, my lord: or if—I know not what. |
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Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think it,
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My noble lord— |
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Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady,
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But for a satisfaction of my thought;
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I did not think he had been acquainted with her. |
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Indeed! |
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Honest, my lord! |
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My lord, for aught I know. |
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Think, my lord! |
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My lord, you know I love you. |
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For Michael Cassio,
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Men should be what they seem;
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Why, then, I think Cassio's an honest man. |
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Good my lord, pardon me:
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I do beseech you—
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Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
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You cannot, if my heart were in your hand;
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O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
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Poor and content is rich and rich enough,
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I am glad of it; for now I shall have reason
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She did deceive her father, marrying you;
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Why, go to then;
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I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits. |
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I' faith, I fear it has.
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Should you do so, my lord,
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Long live she so! and long live you to think so! |
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Ay, there's the point: as—to be bold with you—
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[Going] My lord, I take my leave. |
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[Returning] My lord, I would I might entreat
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I once more take my leave. |
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How now! what do you here alone? |
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A thing for me? it is a common thing— |
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To have a foolish wife. |
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What handkerchief? |
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Hast stol'n it from her? |
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A good wench; give it me. |
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[Snatching it] Why, what's that to you? |
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Be not acknown on 't; I have use for it.
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Why, how now, general! no more of that. |
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How now, my lord! |
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I am sorry to hear this. |
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Is't possible, my lord? |
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Is't come to this? |
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My noble lord,— |
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O grace! O heaven forgive me!
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I should be wise, for honesty's a fool
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I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion:
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And may: but, how? how satisfied, my lord?
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It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
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I do not like the office:
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Nay, this was but his dream. |
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And this may help to thicken other proofs
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Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done;
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I know not that; but such a handkerchief—
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If it be that, or any that was hers,
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Yet be content. |
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Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may change. |
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Do not rise yet.
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My friend is dead; 'tis done at your request:
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I am your own for ever. |
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There is no other way; 'tis she must do't:
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Is my lord angry? |
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Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon,
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Will you think so? |
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What,
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Or to be naked with her friend in bed
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So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:
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Why, then, 'tis hers, my lord; and, being hers,
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Her honour is an essence that's not seen;
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Ay, what of that? |
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What,
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He hath, my lord; but be you well assured,
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'Faith, that he did—I know not what he did. |
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Lie— |
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With her, on her; what you will. |
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Work on,
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My lord is fall'n into an epilepsy:
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No, forbear;
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I mock you! no, by heaven.
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There's many a beast then in a populous city,
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Good sir, be a man;
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Stand you awhile apart;
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That's not amiss;
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Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't.
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I never knew woman love man so. |
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Do you hear, Cassio? |
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She gives it out that you shall marry hey:
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'Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her. |
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I am a very villain else. |
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Before me! look, where she comes. |
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After her, after her. |
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Will you sup there? |
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Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain
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Go to; say no more. |
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Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice? |
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And did you see the handkerchief? |
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Yours by this hand: and to see how he prizes the
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Nay, you must forget that. |
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Nay, that's not your way. |
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She's the worse for all this. |
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Ay, too gentle. |
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If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her
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O, 'tis foul in her. |
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That's fouler. |
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Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, even
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And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker: you
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Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Lodovico
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I am very glad to see you, signior
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Lives, sir. |
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He is much changed. |
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He's that he is: I may not breathe my censure
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'Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knew
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Alas, alas!
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What is your pleasure, madam?
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What's the matter, lady? |
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What name, fair lady? |
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Why did he so? |
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Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day! |
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Beshrew him for't!
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Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible. |
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Speak within door. |
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You are a fool; go to. |
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I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour:
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'Tis but so, I warrant.
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What in the contrary? |
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Will you hear me, Roderigo? |
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You charge me most unjustly. |
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Well; go to; very well. |
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Very well. |
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You have said now. |
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Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even from
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I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your
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Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice
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O, no; he goes into Mauritania and takes away with
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Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place;
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Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right.
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And you shall be satisfied. |
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Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come:
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Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand. |
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I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense,
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Who's there? whose noise is this that ones on murder? |
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Did not you hear a cry? |
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What's the matter? |
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What are you here that cry so grievously? |
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O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this? |
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O treacherous villains!
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O murderous slave! O villain! |
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Kill men i' the dark!—Where be these bloody thieves?—
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Signior Lodovico? |
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I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains. |
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How is't, brother! |
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Marry, heaven forbid!
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Who is't that cried! |
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O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect
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Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair,
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Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
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Even he, sir; did you know him? |
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Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon;
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How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair! |
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He, he 'tis he.
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[To BIANCA] What, look you pale? O, bear him out
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Cassio hath here been set on in the dark
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This is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, Emilia,
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O, did he so? I charge you, go with me. |
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Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd.
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I told him what I thought, and told no more
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I did. |
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With Cassio, mistress. Go to, charm your tongue. |
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What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home. |
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Come, hold your peace. |
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Be wise, and get you home. |
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Villanous whore! |
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Filth, thou liest! |
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I bleed, sir; but not kill'd. |
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Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:
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