Othello Quotes

• "Ha! I like not that." - Iago
• "I follow him to serve my term upon him." - Iago
• "Rouse him, make after him, poison his delight" - Iago
• "an old black ram/ is tupping your white ewe" - Iago
• "making the beast with two backs" - Iago
• "O, you are well tuned now." - Iago
• "Honest Iago"
• "I love thee gentle Desdemona" - Othello
• "Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust/ them."- Othello
• "I prithee, let thy wife attend on her"- Othello
• "Valiant Othello"- Duke
• "the man commands/ Like a full soldier."- Montano
• "O, beware my lord of jealousy:/ It is the green eyed monster"- Iago
• "Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul/ But i do love thee; and when i love thee not,/ Chaos is come again"- Othello
• "I am bound to thee forever [Iago]"- Othello
• "Of her own clime, complexion and degree"- Iago
• "Why did I marry?"- Othello
• "Haply for I am black/ And have not those soft parts of conversation/ that chamberers have"- Othello
• "Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore"- Othello
• "I think my wife be honest, and think she is not;/ I think thou art just and think thou art not."- Othello
• "I'll tear her to pieces!"- Othello
• "To furnish me with some swift means of death./ For the fair devil."- Othello
• "You are to blame"- Desdemona
• "The Moor already changes with my poison."- Iago
• *He [Othello] falls into a trance*
• "My medicine work!"- Iago
• "A fine woman, a fair woman, a sweet woman."- Othello
• "My heart is turned to stone"- Othello
• "Lest her body and beauty unprovide my mind again"- Othello
• "The love I bear to Cassio"- Desdemona
• *He [Othello] strikes her [Desdemona]*
• "My lord this would not be believ'd in Venice"- Lodovico
• "Is this the noble Moor... Is this..."- Lodovico
• "A closet lock and key of villainous secrets"- Othello
• "Patience, thou young, rose-lipp'd cherubin/ Ay there look grim as hell!"- Othello
• "Impudent strumpet!"- Othello
• "How shall I murder him, Iago?"- Othello
• "'Tis a monster/ begot upon itself, born upon itself."- Emilia
• "Our bodies are our gardens, to which our wills are/ gardeners"- Iago