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Iago, Act 1 Scene 1
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Mere prattle without practice
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Iago, Act 1 Scene 1
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But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. I am not what I am
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Iago, Act 1 Scene 1
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poison his delight
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Iago, Act 1 Scene 1
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Though I do hate him as I do hell's pains
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Othello, Act 1 Scene 2
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My parts, my title, and my perfect soul Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?
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Iago, Act 1 Scene 2
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By Janus, I think no
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Duke, Act 1 Scene 3
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Valiant Othello
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Brabantio, Act 1 Scene 3
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Against all rules of nature
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Othello, Act 1 Scene 3
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How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine
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Othello, Act 1 Scene 3
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She loved me for the dangers I had passed. And I loved her that she did pity them
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Brabantio, Act 1 Scene 3
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If she confess that she was half the wooer
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Desdemona, Act 1 Scene 3
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I do perceive here a divided duty
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Duke, Act 1 Scene 3
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Your son-in-law is far more fair than black
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Brabantio, Act 1 Scene 3
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Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.
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Iago, Act 1 Scene 3
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a frail vow betwixt an erring barbarian and a super-subtle Venetian
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Cassio, Act 2 Scene 1
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the divine Desdemona
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Cassio, Act 2 Scene 1
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Our great captain's captain
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Iago, Act 2 Scene 1
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You rise to play and go to bed to work
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Iago, Act 2 Scene 1
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With as little as a web as this I will ensnare as great a fly as Cassio
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Othello, Act 2 Scene 1
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My soul's joy, If after every tempest come such calms,May the winds blow 'til they have weakened death
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Othello, Act 2 Scene 1
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If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy
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Iago, Act 2 Scene 1
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The Moor...Is of a constant, loving, noble nature
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Iago, Act 2 Scene 1
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At least into a jealousy so strong
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Othello, Act 2 Scene 3
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I love thee, but never more an officer of mine
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Othello, Act 2 Scene 3
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'tis the soldier's life To have their balmy slumber waked with strife
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Iago, Act 2 Scene 3
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And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all
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Desdemona, Act 3 Scene 3
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Whate'er you be, I am obedient
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Othello, Act 3 Scene 3
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As if there were some monster in his (Iago's) thought
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Iago, Act 3 Scene 3
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O beware, my lord, of jealousy: It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on
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Othello, Act 3 Scene 3
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For she had eyes and chose me
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Othello, Act 3 Scene 3
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Why did I marry?
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Othello, Act 3 Scene 3
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O curse of marriage
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Othello, Act 3 Scene 3
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I'll tear her all to pieces!
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Iago, Act 3 Scene 3
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Do not rise yet. [He kneels]
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Iago, Act 3 Scene 3
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I am your own forever
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Emilia, Act 3 Scene 4
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They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat us hungerly, and when they are full, They belch us.
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Emilia, Act 3 Scene 4
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But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself
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Othello, Act 4 Scene 1
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Ay let her rot and perish, and be damned tonight, for she shall not live
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Othello, Act 4 Scene 1
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O, the world hath not a sweeter creature!
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Desdemona, Act 4 Scene 1
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I have not deserved this
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Desdemona, Act 4 Scene 2
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If you have lost him, I have lost him too
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Desdemona, Act 4 Scene 2
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Lay on my bed my wedding sheets
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Desdemona, Act 4 Scene 3
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Let nobody blame him; his scorn I approve
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Bianca, Act 5 Scene 1
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I am no strumpet, but of life as honest As you thus abuse me
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Othello, Act 5 Scene 2
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Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men
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Othello, Act 5 Scene 2
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Put out the light, and then put out the light
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Desdemona, Act 5 Scene 2
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A guiltless death I die
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Desdemona, Act 5 Scene 2
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Nobody; I myself. Farewell
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Emilia, Act 5 Scene 2
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O, the more angel she, And you the blacker devil!
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Emilia, Act 5 Scene 2
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Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home
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Emilia, Act 5 Scene 2
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For thou hast killed the sweetest innocent That e'er did lift up eye
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Iago, Act 5 Scene 2
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I bleed, sir, but not killed
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Othello, Act 5 Scene 2
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I pray, demand that demi-devil
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Othello, Act 5 Scene 2
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Of one that loved not wisely, but too well; Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought
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Othello, Act 5 Scene 2
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Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe
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