Alexandre-Marie Colin: Othello and Desdemona
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Alexandre-Marie Colin: Othello and Desdemona |
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I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. (I,i) |
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| Your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs. (I,i) |
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She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passingstrange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. (I,iii) |
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| Put money in thy purse; follow thou the wars; defeat thy favour with an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. (I,iii) |
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Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands:But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed. (III,iii) |
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O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on. (III,iii) 
Charles W. Cope: Othello Relating His Adventures |
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Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war! And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dead clamours counterfeit, Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone! (III,iii) |
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| Put out the light, and then put out the light. (V,ii) |
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It is the very error of the moon;
She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And drives men mad. (V,ii) |
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Not Cassio kill'd; then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh. (V,ii)  Robert Gibbings: Oh, Beware my Lord, of Jealousie |
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Yea, curse his better angel from his side,
And fall to reprobation. (V,ii) |
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Are there no stones in heaven
But what serve for the thunder? (Vii) |
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Then must you speak Of one who loved not wisely but too well. (V,ii) |
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I kissed thee ere I killed thee -- no way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. (V,ii) |
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Last updated 1 March 2003.
