Without actually saying anything, he manages to imply that the information he's holding onto has something to do Desdemona being unfaithful. I am abused; and my relief Must be to loathe her. He handed the musician a purse. It is impossible you should see this, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross As ignorance made drunk. We must to the watch.
Falconers let fly the hawk against the wind. Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest is not safe. No; to be once in doubt Is once to be resolved: exchange me for a goat, 180 When I shall turn the business of my soul To such exsufflicate and blown surmises, Matching thy inference. Good love, call him back. I commend to you these words, and hope that they inspire.
The general and his wife are talking of it, And she speaks for you stoutly. I am most unhappy in the loss of it. I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. I have brought you from Venice. I saw it in his hand. Alone with Emilia, Desdemona asks Emilia where on earth her handkerchief could've gone. Or maybe Tuesday morning, or Tuesday night, or Wednesday morning, or how about Wednesday night? A sybil that had numbered in the world The sun to course two hundred compasses, In her prophetic fury sewed the work.
How to cite the explanatory notes: Shakespeare, William. Parallel, level, or even, with his design. By expressing a desire to let her live, Iago further coaxes Othello into choosing to kill her. Clip, originally to hold tight; hence 1 to embrace closely, and 2 to draw closely together the edges of a pair of shears. This honest creature doubtless Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. This would make him feel very vulnerable and as if he is an outsider. But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Let him command, and to obey, whatever it may be, will be my goal, however bloody the business is. At any point in the text, you can hover your cursor over a bracket for more information. All the while though, Othello is ever trusting in Iago. Burn like the mines of Sulphur. So help me every spirit sanctified, As I have spoken for you all my best And stood within the blank of his displeasure For my free speech! Enter Lodovico, Cassio in a chair, Montano, and Iago, with Officers. Look here, Iago; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven.
Now will you do me a favor? O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! Think'st thou I'ld make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? I do beseech you That by your virtuous means I may again Exist, and be a member of his love 130 Whom I with all the office of my heart Entirely honor. The audience, of course, knows well which line of thinking is accurate. I would not be delayed. Take note, take note, everyone: it is not safe to be direct and honest. Clown Are these, I pray you, wind-instruments? Iago was kept up by a toothache, and he was awake to hear, he claims, Cassio mumbling in his sleep.
Losing it would be the worst thing ever. What you know, you know. Not only does he have an evil effect, but also a domineering, controlling one too. Now art thou my lieutenant. Yet, 'tis the plague of great ones; Prerogatived are they less than the base; 'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death: Even then this forked plague is fated to us When we do quicken.
Now art thou my lieutenant. I nothing but to please his fantasy. Give me thy hand, Roderigo. My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him Were he in favor as in humor altered. I just like to make him happy. And doth affection breed it? Before my mother died, she gave the handkerchief to me and told me to give it to my wife whenever I married.
If Iago is just playing with him, he's going to really regret it. Othello assures her that yes, he's totally serious. Othello laments his position: men may say their women belong to them, yet they can never own their women's appetites for love and lust. If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself! The Moor runs at Iago but is disarmed. Emilia, proud, produces the handkerchief.