Othello Quotes

Sing all a green willow must be my garland.

– William Shakespeare

Your mystery, your mystery; nay, dispatch.

– William Shakespeare

Who would not make her husband a cuckold to make him a monarch?

– William Shakespeare

Kill me to-morrow: let me live to-night!

– William Shakespeare

I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.

– William Shakespeare

One more, and this the last:
So sweet was ne’er so fatal.

– William Shakespeare

But, alas, to make me
A fixed figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at!

– William Shakespeare

Those that do teach young babes
Do it with gentle means and easy tasks:
He might have chid me so; for, in good faith,
I am a child to chiding.

– William Shakespeare

This is the night
That either makes me or fordoes me quite.

– William Shakespeare

It makes us or it mars us.

– William Shakespeare

But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!

– William Shakespeare

Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love.

– William Shakespeare

O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair and smell’st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne’er been born.

– William Shakespeare

‘Tis neither here nor there.

– William Shakespeare

It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!
It is the cause. Yet I’ll not shed her blood;
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet she must die, else she’ll betray more men.
Put out the light, and then put out the light.

– William Shakespeare

I will play the swan.
And die in music.

– William Shakespeare

O ill-starred wench!
Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt,
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,
And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl!
Even like thy chastity.

– William Shakespeare

An honourable murderer, if you will;
For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.

– William Shakespeare

I have done the state some service, and they know ‘t.
No more of that. I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice. Then, must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought
Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe.

– William Shakespeare

Set you down this;
And say besides, that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk
Beat a Venetian and traduced the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him, thus.

– William Shakespeare

It is the very error of the moon;
She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,
And makes men mad.

– William Shakespeare

I kissed thee ere I killed thee: no way but this;
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

– William Shakespeare

Here is my journey’s end, here is my butt,
And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.

– William Shakespeare

Murder’s out of tune,
And sweet revenge grows harsh.

– William Shakespeare

OTHELLO: She’s, like a liar, gone to burning hell:
‘Twas I that killed her.
EMELIA: O, the more angel she,
And you the blacker devil!

– William Shakespeare

Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur!
Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!
O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead!

– William Shakespeare