Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do
All my abilities in thy behalf.
You can be sure, good Cassio, I will do everything I possibly can for you.
Trust me, Cassio, I'm going to do everything I can to help you out.
trust me cassio i got you full support
Good madam, do. I warrant it grieves my husband
As if the cause were his.
Good madam, do. I'm sure it bothers my husband as much as if the cause were his own.
Please do, madam. I know it upsets my husband—he cares about you as much as he cares about himself.
do it. my husband cares like its his problem too
O, that’s an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio,
But I will have my lord and you again
As friendly as you were.
He is an honest man. Don't worry, Cassio, I will make things right between you and my lord again, and you will be as friendly as you once were.
He's a good man, an honest one. Don't worry, Cassio— I'll get you and my husband back to being friends like before.
hes honest dont worry cassio ill get u n lord back together friends again
Bounteous madam,
Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,
He’s never anything but your true servant.
Generous lady, whatever happens to Michael Cassio, he has never been anything but your loyal servant.
Whatever happens to me, lady, I've always been your faithful servant and always will be.
whatever happens to me i'm your guy always will be
I know’t. I thank you. You do love my lord.
You have known him long; and be you well assur’d
He shall in strangeness stand no farther off
Than in a politic distance.
I know it. I thank you. You love my lord. You have known him for a long time; and be assured He will keep only a careful distance from you, Nothing more than good political sense requires.
I know you do. Thank you. You're loyal to my lord. You've known him a long time, so trust me— he'll only keep his distance while it's politically necessary.
i know thanks. u love my lord known him long hell only distance u when politics need it
Ay, but, lady,
That policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
Or breed itself so out of circumstance,
That, I being absent, and my place supplied,
My general will forget my love and service.
Yes, but lady, That careful distance might last so long, Or be fed by such trivial concerns, Or grow out of circumstance so much, That while I am absent and someone takes my place, My general will forget my love and service.
But lady, that careful distance might last forever, or keep growing for such petty reasons, or the situation might just get worse. When I'm gone and someone else takes my job, the general might forget all I've done for him.
but lady distance might last forever growing for petty reasons situation gets worse when im gone general forgets me
Do not doubt that. Before Emilia here
I give thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee,
If I do vow a friendship, I’ll perform it
To the last article. My lord shall never rest,
I’ll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience;
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
I’ll intermingle everything he does
With Cassio’s suit. Therefore be merry, Cassio,
For thy solicitor shall rather die
Than give thy cause away.
Don't worry about that. Before Emilia here I guarantee your position. I swear to you, If I make a friendship vow, I keep it To the last detail. My lord will never rest— I'll keep him awake and talk him into exhaustion; His bed will seem like a school, his dinner table like a confession; I'll mix everything he does With your request. So be happy, Cassio, Because the person pleading for you would rather die Than abandon your cause.
Don't worry. In front of Emilia I promise you'll get your job back. I never break a promise— I'll keep every single word. I'll wear my lord down with talking, mix your name into every conversation, at breakfast, in bed, everywhere. So don't worry, Cassio. I'd rather die than stop fighting for you.
dont worry i promise u get ur job i keep promises ill wear lord down mix ur name everywhere dont stop fighting for u would rather die
Madam, here comes my lord.
My lady, my lord is coming.
My lady, here comes your husband.
lords coming
Madam, I’ll take my leave.
My lady, I'll leave now.
I should go, madam.
ill go
Why, stay, and hear me speak.
No, wait, let me speak to you.
Wait, listen to me first.
wait let me talk
Madam, not now. I am very ill at ease,
Unfit for mine own purposes.
Madam, not now. I feel very uncomfortable and disoriented, unsuited for my own purposes right now.
Not now, madam. I'm really uneasy, not in the right frame of mind for this.
not now. im uncomfortable & not in the right headspace
Well, do your discretion.
Well, do what you think is best.
Go ahead, do what you think is right.
do what u think
Ha, I like not that.
I don't like that.
That troubles me.
dont like it
What dost thou say?
What are you saying?
What do you mean by that?
what u mean
Nothing, my lord; or if—I know not what.
Nothing, my lord; or if there is—I don't know what.
Nothing important, sir. Or maybe something—I honestly can't say.
nothing sir. or something. dont know
Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?
Wasn't that Cassio leaving my wife?
That was Cassio with my wife, wasn't it?
that was cassio w ur wife right
Cassio, my lord? No, sure, I cannot think it,
That he would steal away so guilty-like,
Seeing you coming.
Cassio, my lord? No, surely not. I cannot believe he would steal away so guiltily when he sees you coming.
Cassio, sir? No, I can't imagine it—that he'd sneak away like he's guilty right when you're here.
cassio? nah. he wouldnt sneak away looking guilty when ur here
I do believe ’twas he.
I believe it was him.
Pretty sure it was.
think it was him
How now, my lord?
I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.
What is troubling you, my lord? I have been speaking with a man here who is suffering greatly because of your displeasure toward him.
What's wrong, my lord? I've been talking with someone here who's really suffering because you're upset with him.
whats wrong? ive been talking to someone whos suffering cuz ur upset w/ them
Who is’t you mean?
Who do you mean?
Who are you talking about?
who u mean
Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord,
If I have any grace or power to move you,
His present reconciliation take;
For if he be not one that truly loves you,
That errs in ignorance and not in cunning,
I have no judgement in an honest face.
I prithee call him back.
Your lieutenant Cassio. Good my lord, if I have any influence over you, give him your forgiveness right now. Because if he isn't someone who truly loves you, who makes mistakes out of innocence rather than cunning, then I have no judgment about an honest face. Please bring him back.
It's Cassio, your lieutenant. Look, my lord, if I have any say with you at all, please forgive him now. He's not someone who'd betray you on purpose—if he is, then I'm no judge of character. Please call him back.
bring cassio back he's genuinely loyal forgiving him matters
Went he hence now?
Did he leave just now?
He just left, yes?
he just leave
Ay, sooth; so humbled
That he hath left part of his grief with me
To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.
Yes, truly, so humbly That he left part of his sadness with me To suffer along with him. My love, call him back.
Yes, he was so sad—he kind of passed his sadness to me. My dear, call him back.
yes so sad left his sadness w me call him back
Not now, sweet Desdemon, some other time.
Not now, sweet Desdemona, some other time.
Not right now, honey. Some other time, okay?
not now later
But shall’t be shortly?
Will it be soon?
How soon though?
soon
The sooner, sweet, for you.
The sooner, my love, for you.
As soon as possible, for you.
asap for u
Shall’t be tonight at supper?
Will it be tonight at dinner?
Will he come back for dinner tonight?
tonight at dinner
No, not tonight.
No, not tonight.
No, not tonight.
not tonight
Tomorrow dinner then?
Tomorrow at dinner then?
How about tomorrow for lunch?
tomorrow lunch
I shall not dine at home;
I meet the captains at the citadel.
I won't eat at home; I'm meeting the captains at the fortress.
I'm not eating at home—I have to meet the captains at the fort.
not home meeting captains at fort
Why then tomorrow night, or Tuesday morn,
On Tuesday noon, or night; on Wednesday morn.
I prithee name the time, but let it not
Exceed three days. In faith, he’s penitent;
And yet his trespass, in our common reason,
(Save that, they say, the wars must make examples
Out of their best) is not almost a fault
To incur a private check. When shall he come?
Tell me, Othello: I wonder in my soul,
What you would ask me, that I should deny,
Or stand so mammering on. What? Michael Cassio,
That came a-wooing with you, and so many a time,
When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,
Hath ta’en your part, to have so much to do
To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much.
Then tomorrow night, or Tuesday morning, Tuesday at noon, or at night; Wednesday morning. Please name the time, but make it within three days. In truth, he has repented; And his mistake, by normal standards, (except that they say war requires examples from the best) is hardly even a fault that should bring punishment. When will he come? Tell me, Othello—I wonder what you could ask of me that I would refuse, or hesitate over. What? Michael Cassio, who came courting with you, and so many times when I spoke badly about you, took your side, to have such difficulty bringing him back! Trust me, I could do much.
Then tomorrow night, Tuesday morning, Tuesday noon, Wednesday—whenever. Please just name a time within three days. He's truly sorry. His mistake isn't even really a fault, except that sometimes wars need examples. When will you bring him back? Tell me, Othello—I'm wondering what you could possibly ask me that I'd refuse. I mean, Cassio came courting with you, and so many times when I criticized you, he defended you. It shouldn't be this hard to get him back! I could do so much for you.
then whenever tomorrow night tuesday within 3 days hes sorry hardly even a fault when will u bring him back what u ask i dont refuse cassio defended u shuldnt be hard i could do so much
Prithee no more. Let him come when he will;
I will deny thee nothing.
Please, no more. Let him come when he will; I will deny you nothing.
Stop, that's enough. Let him come whenever he wants. I won't refuse you anything.
enough let him come when he wants i wont refuse u anything
What makes Iago's manipulation in 3-3 so psychologically sophisticated — and so disturbing to watch — is that he never directly accuses Desdemona of anything. He plants questions, performs reluctance, echoes Othello's own words back in a slightly different register. When Othello says Cassio 'went between them often' during the courtship, Iago simply says 'Indeed?' The word does nothing except make Othello hear his own statement as if for the first time. This technique — reflecting the target's own certainties back as uncertainties — is what modern psychologists would call gaslighting. The victim ends up feeling that they have discovered the truth rather than been deceived. Othello, a man of tremendous pride and self-assurance, cannot tolerate the idea that he was manipulated. He needs to believe the jealousy came from within. Iago's technique guarantees that it seems to.
Why, this is not a boon;
’Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm,
Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit
To your own person: nay, when I have a suit
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
It shall be full of poise and difficult weight,
And fearful to be granted.
Why, this isn't even a real favor. It's like if I asked you to wear gloves, or eat good food, or keep warm, or asked you to do something for your own benefit. No, when I really want to test your love, I'll ask for something that costs you, something that weighs heavy and is hard to grant.
This isn't a real favor at all. It's like me asking you to wear gloves or eat well. When I want to actually test your love, I'll ask you for something that's hard to give, something with real weight to it.
that's not a real favor when i want something big i'll ask and it'll be hard
I will deny thee nothing.
Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
To leave me but a little to myself.
I will deny you nothing. So I beg you, grant me this one thing: Just leave me alone for a little while.
I'll never refuse you anything. So please, just give me this— let me be alone for a bit.
wont refuse u just let me alone for a bit
Shall I deny you? No, farewell, my lord.
Can I refuse you? No, goodbye, my lord.
Refuse you? No. Goodbye, my lord.
refuse u? no. goodbye
Farewell, my Desdemona. I’ll come to thee straight.
Goodbye, my Desdemona. I'll come to you right away.
Goodbye, Desdemona. I'll be right there.
bye. be there soon
Emilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you.
Whate’er you be, I am obedient.
Emilia, come. Do as you feel inclined. Whatever you are, I accept it.
Come on, Emilia. Do what you want. I'll go along with whatever you decide.
come on do your thing i'm good
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! And when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
Excellent woman! May perdition take my soul, but I do love you! And when I love you no longer, chaos returns to the world.
What a wonderful woman! I swear I love you. And when I stop loving you, everything falls apart.
i love you so much when i don't everything collapses
My noble lord,—
My noble lord,—
My lord,—
my lord—
What dost thou say, Iago?
What are you saying, Iago?
What do you want, Iago?
what u want iago
Did Michael Cassio, when you woo’d my lady,
Know of your love?
Did Michael Cassio know about your love for my lady when you were courting her?
Did Cassio know about your feelings for my lady when you were pursuing her?
cassio know you loved her when you were courting her?
He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask?
Yes, he did tell me everything. Why are you asking?
He told me the whole story. What's with the questions?
yes, he told me everything why do you ask
But for a satisfaction of my thought.
No further harm.
Just to satisfy my own curiosity. Nothing more.
Just wondering. That's all.
just curious nothing else
Why of thy thought, Iago?
Why are you curious about it?
Curious about what exactly?
about what what are you wondering
I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
I didn't realize he knew her so well.
I didn't know he was so close to her.
i didn't know they were so close or familiar with each other
O yes, and went between us very oft.
Oh yes, and he came between us very often. He was always there.
Oh yeah, a lot. He was always around when we were together.
yes, often he came between us always around
Indeed?
Really?
Really?
really seriously
Indeed? Ay, indeed. Discern’st thou aught in that?
Is he not honest?
Really? Yes, really. You see something wrong in that, don't you? Don't you think he's honest?
Yes, really. Is there something wrong with that? I mean, he's a good guy, right?
yes, really you see something wrong is he not honest
Honest, my lord?
Honest, my lord?
Honest?
honest
Honest? ay, honest.
Honest. Yes, honest.
Honest. Yeah, honest.
yes honest
My lord, for aught I know.
My lord, I only know what I know.
Sir, I only know what I know.
i only know what i know can't say for sure
What dost thou think?
What do you think?
What's on your mind?
spill it what are you thinking
Think, my lord?
Think, my lord?
Think?
think what
Think, my lord? By heaven, he echoes me,
As if there were some monster in his thought
Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something.
I heard thee say even now, thou lik’st not that,
When Cassio left my wife. What didst not like?
And when I told thee he was of my counsel
In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst, “Indeed?”
And didst contract and purse thy brow together,
As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit: if thou dost love me,
Show me thy thought.
Yes, think! By heaven, you're echoing me as though there's some hideous monster in your head that's too awful to speak of. You clearly mean something. I heard you say earlier that you didn't like what you saw when Cassio left my wife. What didn't you like? And when I told you he was part of all my courtship—that he helped me win her—you gasped 'Really?' And you scrunched up your face as if you were shutting up some horrible idea in your brain. If you care about me at all, show me what you're thinking.
Think! Come on, by God, you're throwing my words back at me like you've got some disgusting idea you can't say out loud. Obviously you mean something. You said you didn't like something when Cassio left my wife. What was it? And when I told you he was in on the whole thing with me—my whole courtship plan—you're like 'Really?' And you scrunch up your face like you're hiding something gross. If you actually care about me, tell me what's going on in your head.
you're echoing me there's a monster in your thoughts you mean something you didn't like cassio with desdemona you gasped when i mentioned his involvement tell me what you're thinking
My lord, you know I love you.
Believe me, my lord, when I say that my affection for you is true and steadfast.
Sir, you know full well that I stand by you and support you completely.
u kno i got ur back no matter what
I think thou dost;
And for I know thou’rt full of love and honesty
And weigh’st thy words before thou giv’st them breath,
Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more:
For such things in a false disloyal knave
Are tricks of custom; but in a man that’s just,
They’re close dilations, working from the heart,
That passion cannot rule.
I think you do. And because I know you're full of love and honesty, and because you carefully think before you speak, these hesitations of yours frighten me even more. In a dishonest person, these tactics would be normal tricks. But in an honest man like you, these pauses are profound thoughts welling up from the heart—feelings so strong that reason cannot control them.
I think you do. And because I know you're honest and thoughtful, and you measure every word before you say it, these pauses you're doing scare me even more. A dishonest guy would use these kinds of tricks all the time. But you? This means something big is going on in your head—something you can't control.
you're honest you measure your words so these pauses scare me they mean you're hiding something important something real
For Michael Cassio,
I dare be sworn I think that he is honest.
As for Michael Cassio, I'll swear I believe he is honest.
I'd swear to you—I think Cassio is a good guy.
i swear cassio is honest
I think so too.
I agree with that.
That's what I believe.
agreed
Men should be what they seem;
Or those that be not, would they might seem none!
Men should be what they appear to be. Or if they aren't, I wish they didn't appear to be anything at all.
People should be what they seem to be. Or if they're not, then they shouldn't seem like anything.
men should be what they seem or they shouldn't seem like anything
Certain, men should be what they seem.
Definitely. Men should be what they appear to be.
For sure. People should be what they look like.
yes men should be what they seem
Why then, I think Cassio’s an honest man.
Then I think Cassio is an honest man.
So I guess Cassio's an honest guy.
cassio's honest then
Nay, yet there’s more in this:
I prithee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words.
No, wait. There's more going on here. I'm begging you—speak to me as you would to yourself. Tell me your worst thoughts in your worst words.
Hold on. There's something else here. Come on, tell me what you're really thinking. Give me your worst suspicions in plain language.
there's more tell me your thoughts your worst thoughts in your worst words
Good my lord, pardon me.
Though I am bound to every act of duty,
I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.
Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false:
As where’s that palace whereinto foul things
Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast so pure
But some uncleanly apprehensions
Keep leets and law-days, and in session sit
With meditations lawful?
Forgive me, my lord. Even though I have to obey every command, I'm not bound to do what every slave is free to do—speak my vile, false thoughts. Why, is there any palace so clean that filthy things never enter it? Who has a heart so pure that nothing unclean ever nests there? Even the most virtuous people keep unwanted thoughts.
Sir, I'm sorry. Look, even though I have to obey you, I'm not supposed to do what any slave can do—just dump out my gross, wrong thoughts. I mean, where's a place so clean nothing dirty ever shows up? Who's got a heart so pure they never have a gross thought? Nobody.
i can't speak my vile thoughts no one's that pure everyone has unwanted thoughts i can't burden you with mine
Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
If thou but think’st him wrong’d and mak’st his ear
A stranger to thy thoughts.
You're plotting against your own friend, Iago, if you think something is wrong with him and you're keeping it to yourself instead of telling him.
You're betraying a friend, Iago, if you think he's being wronged and you don't tell him about it.
you're against your friend if you know he's wronged and don't tell him
I do beseech you,
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess,
As, I confess, it is my nature’s plague
To spy into abuses, and of my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not,—that your wisdom
From one that so imperfectly conceits,
Would take no notice; nor build yourself a trouble
Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
It were not for your quiet nor your good,
Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom,
To let you know my thoughts.
I'm begging you, even though I might be wrong in my guess—and I'll admit, it's my nature to see wrongdoing and jump to conclusions—don't take my rough guesses as fact. Don't create trouble for yourself from my careless watching. It wouldn't help you or benefit me or do right by my integrity to tell you what I think.
Please, listen. I might be wrong about what I'm sensing—honestly, I have a tendency to spot problems that aren't there—so don't take my hunches seriously. Don't ruin your own peace of mind based on my bad observations. It's not good for you, and it's not right for me to dump this on you.
i might be wrong i see abuses that don't exist it's my nature don't build trouble from my thoughts it's not good for you
What dost thou mean?
What do you mean by all this?
What are you getting at?
what do you mean just say it
The handkerchief embroidered with strawberries was Othello's first gift to Desdemona — the physical token of their love. When Iago tells Othello he has seen Cassio wipe his beard with it, he is describing a deliberate act of contempt: using a love-token as a rag. But the handkerchief also carries a second layer of meaning. In a later scene (3-4) Othello will claim the handkerchief was a magical gift from his mother, woven by a two-hundred-year-old sibyl with thread dyed in mummified maidens' hearts. Whether this is literally true or Othello is mythologizing a simple gift in his distress, the claim tells us how much symbolic weight the object carries for him. The strawberry embroidery itself has been interpreted as a symbol of sexual purity (strawberries = virginity) now contaminated. What matters dramatically is that this small cloth becomes the only 'ocular proof' Othello ever gets — and it proves nothing at all about Desdemona's fidelity.
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.
A good name in man and woman, my lord, is their most precious possession. Anyone can steal my wallet—that's nothing, mere trash. It belonged to me, now it belongs to him, and it's been passed around to thousands. But the man who steals my reputation steals something that doesn't benefit him but destroys me. He leaves me ruined.
Look, your reputation—that's everything to a person, man or woman. Stealing my wallet? That's nothing, just junk. It belonged to me, now it belongs to you, and it's been through a thousand hands. But whoever steals my good name? That ruins me. It doesn't help him, it just destroys me.
reputation is everything steal my wallet, it's nothing but my good name that destroys me
By heaven, I’ll know thy thoughts.
By heaven, I will know your thoughts.
I swear to God, I'm gonna know what you're thinking.
i will know by heaven tell me
You cannot, if my heart were in your hand,
Nor shall not, whilst ’tis in my custody.
You can't, even if I put my heart in your hand. And you won't, while it's still locked in my chest.
You can't. Not even if you held my heart in your hand. And you won't as long as it's beating inside me.
you can't even if my heart was in your hand while it's in me you won't know
Ha?
What?
What?
what
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey’d monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But O, what damned minutes tells he o’er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
Beware, my lord, of jealousy. It is a green-eyed monster that mocks the very thing it feeds on. The cuckold who is certain of his fate doesn't suffer because he doesn't love his wife's betrayer. But the man who loves his wife yet doubts her, suspects her, loves her strongly—he suffers in torment every moment, endlessly counting over all the ways he could be betrayed.
Watch out, sir, for jealousy. It's this monster that eats itself. A guy who knows for sure his wife cheated doesn't suffer because he doesn't love the guy she did it with anyway. But the guy who loves his wife and isn't sure? Who suspects but still loves her? That guy suffers every second, replaying all the damage over and over.
beware jealousy it's the green-eyed monster feeds on itself a sure cuckold doesn't suffer but a man who doubts and loves he suffers forever
O misery!
Oh, the misery!
Oh God, no.
no misery
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough;
But riches fineless is as poor as winter
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
From jealousy!
A poor man who is content is rich enough. But endless riches feel as desolate as winter to a man who fears becoming poor. May heaven protect the souls of my whole family from jealousy!
A poor guy who's happy is rich. But endless money feels poor to a guy who's afraid of going broke. God protect my whole family from jealousy.
poor and content is rich but endless riches feel poor if you fear poverty god protect from jealousy
Why, why is this?
Think’st thou I’d make a life of jealousy,
To follow still the changes of the moon
With fresh suspicions? No. To be once in doubt
Is once to be resolv’d: exchange me for a goat
When I shall turn the business of my soul
To such exsufflicate and blown surmises,
Matching thy inference. ’Tis not to make me jealous,
To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well;
Where virtue is, these are more virtuous:
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt,
For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago,
I’ll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
And on the proof, there is no more but this:
Away at once with love or jealousy!
Why would I do this? Do you think I'd spend my life tracking jealousy, following the moon's changes with fresh suspicions every night? No. When I'm in doubt, I settle it and move on. Trade me for a goat if I ever let my whole soul turn to these bloated, ridiculous theories like you're suggesting. Don't even try to make me jealous by saying my wife is beautiful, eats well, enjoys company, talks freely, sings and dances well. When a woman has virtue, these traits make her more virtuous. And I won't take my own weaknesses and twist them into doubt about her. She had her choice of men and she chose me. No, Iago, I'll look before I doubt. When I doubt, I'll demand proof. And if there's proof, then that's it: either love or jealousy, but not both!
Why would I do that? You think I'm gonna spend my whole life chasing jealousy, paranoid every night? No. If I doubt something, I figure it out and move on. Call me a goat if I ever let everything come down to these crazy ideas like you're pushing. Stop trying to make me jealous by saying my wife is pretty, eats well, likes people, talks, sings, dances. Those things make a good woman even better. And I'm not gonna use my own problems to doubt her. She picked me. So no, Iago. I'll see something before I doubt. When I doubt, I'll get proof. And if there's proof, then I'm done—no more love or jealousy.
i won't live in jealousy i won't follow suspicions when i doubt, i'll see proof then it's over no love and no jealousy both
I am glad of it, for now I shall have reason
To show the love and duty that I bear you
With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound,
Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.
Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio;
Wear your eye thus, not jealous nor secure.
I would not have your free and noble nature,
Out of self-bounty, be abus’d. Look to’t.
I know our country disposition well;
In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks
They dare not show their husbands. Their best conscience
Is not to leave undone, but keep unknown.
I'm glad of it, because now I can show you the love and duty I bear toward you more openly. So take this from me as it comes. I'm not offering proof yet. Just watch your wife. Observe her carefully with Cassio. Keep your eyes alert—not jealous, but also not careless. I don't want your generous, noble nature to be abused because of your own kindness. Watch closely. I know how women in Venice behave. They let heaven see the things they hide from their husbands. Their whole morality is to do wrong without being found out.
Good, because now I can show you how much I care about you more openly. Listen. I'm not talking about proof yet. Just watch your wife when she's around Cassio. Keep your eyes open—not paranoid, just awake. I don't want some guy taking advantage of your good nature. Pay attention. I know how Venetian women work. They let God see what they hide from their husbands. Their whole thing is not getting caught.
watch your wife with cassio keep your eyes open not jealous not asleep venitian women hide things from their husbands
Dost thou say so?
Is that what you're saying?
Is that right?
really is that how it is
She did deceive her father, marrying you;
And when she seem’d to shake and fear your looks,
She loved them most.
She deceived her own father to marry you. And when she seemed afraid and trembled at your looks, she actually loved them most.
She lied to her father to marry you. And all those times she looked scared of you? She loved it.
she lied to her father for you when she looked scared she loved it trick revealed
And so she did.
Yes, she did.
Yeah, that's right.
yes
Why, go to then.
She that so young could give out such a seeming,
To seal her father’s eyes up close as oak,
He thought ’twas witchcraft. But I am much to blame.
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
For too much loving you.
Well, then. If she could pull off such an act at that young age—fooling her father, closing his eyes as tight as oak wood—he thought she was using witchcraft. But I'm to blame. I humbly ask your forgiveness for caring too much about you.
So there you go. She was young and pulled off a whole act—tricked her father completely, made him think it was witchcraft. But I'm the jerk. I'm sorry for caring too much.
she was young and pulled it off tricked her father he thought witchcraft and i'm to blame for loving you too much
I am bound to thee for ever.
I owe you forever.
I owe you everything.
i'm bound to you forever
I see this hath a little dash’d your spirits.
I can see this has shaken you a bit.
I can tell this is getting to you.
you're shaken spirit is dashed
Not a jot, not a jot.
Not at all. Not one bit.
No, not at all.
not a bit no
Trust me, I fear it has.
I hope you will consider what is spoke
Comes from my love. But I do see you’re mov’d.
I am to pray you not to strain my speech
To grosser issues nor to larger reach
Than to suspicion.
Believe me, I think it has. I hope you'll remember that everything I've said comes from my love. But I can see you're affected. I'm asking you not to stretch my words to mean more than suspicion.
I'm worried it has. I hope you remember this all comes from caring about you. But you're clearly upset. Please don't take what I said as more than just suspicion.
it has affected you everything i said is love don't stretch it just suspicion
I will not.
I won't.
I won't.
i won't
Should you do so, my lord,
My speech should fall into such vile success
Which my thoughts aim’d not. Cassio’s my worthy friend.
My lord, I see you’re mov’d.
If you did, my lord, my words would lead to vile conclusions I never meant. Cassio is my worthy friend. Sir, I can see you're moved.
If you did, my words would lead to something ugly I never intended. Cassio's my good friend. Sir, you're clearly upset.
if you did my words would be vile cassio is my friend you're moved
No, not much mov’d.
I do not think but Desdemona’s honest.
Not really moved. I believe Desdemona is honest.
Not that much. I think Desdemona's a good person.
not much moved desdemona is honest
Long live she so! And long live you to think so!
May she always be so. And may you always think so!
Let's hope so. And let's hope you keep thinking that.
long live she so long live you thinking so
And yet, how nature erring from itself—
And yet, how nature can be mistaken—
But how can nature be wrong—
but nature can err
Ay, there’s the point. As, to be bold with you,
Not to affect many proposed matches,
Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,
Whereto we see in all things nature tends;
Foh! One may smell in such a will most rank,
Foul disproportion, thoughts unnatural.
But pardon me: I do not in position
Distinctly speak of her, though I may fear
Her will, recoiling to her better judgement,
May fall to match you with her country forms,
And happily repent.
Yes, exactly. People naturally seek partners of their own climate, complexion, and rank. When someone doesn't, you can smell it—a gross impropriety, unnatural thoughts. But forgive me; I don't want to speak directly about her. I just fear that her will, thinking clearly about what's proper, might decide you don't match what her people expect, and she might regret it.
There it is. People naturally pick someone like them—same place, same color, same class. When they don't, it stinks—it's gross, unnatural thoughts. But I don't mean her. I just worry her good sense might kick in and she might realize you don't fit, and then regret it.
people choose their own kind complexion and degree when they don't it's unnatural her judgment might turn she might regret it
Farewell, farewell:
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more;
Set on thy wife to observe. Leave me, Iago.
Goodbye, goodbye. If you see anything else, tell me. Have your wife watch. Leave me now, Iago.
Okay, I'm done. If you see anything else, tell me. Tell your wife to watch. Go.
if you see more tell me set your wife to observe leave me
[_Going._] My lord, I take my leave.
My lord, I'm taking my leave.
I'm heading out now.
i gotta go
Why did I marry? This honest creature doubtless
Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.
Why did I marry? This honest creature obviously sees and knows much more than he's telling me.
Why did I get married? This honest guy clearly knows way more than he's saying.
why did i marry he knows more much more than he says
[_Returning._] My lord, I would I might entreat your honour
To scan this thing no further. Leave it to time:
Though it be fit that Cassio have his place,
For sure he fills it up with great ability,
Yet if you please to hold him off awhile,
You shall by that perceive him and his means.
Note if your lady strain his entertainment
With any strong or vehement importunity,
Much will be seen in that. In the meantime,
Let me be thought too busy in my fears
(As worthy cause I have to fear I am)
And hold her free, I do beseech your honour.
My lord, I would like to beg you to stop investigating this further. Leave it to time. While it's right that Cassio have his position—he certainly fills it with great skill—if you'll hold him back for a while, you'll be able to judge his true character and his motives. Watch carefully whether your wife presses hard for his reinstatement; that will tell you much. Meanwhile, don't think poorly of me for being too worried by my fears, for I have good reason to be concerned, and please believe her innocent. I beg this of you, sir.
My lord, let me ask you to stop looking into this. Just wait and let time sort it out. I know Cassio is good at his job, but if you hold off on restoring him for a while, you'll get a clearer picture of who he really is and what he wants. Pay attention to how eagerly your wife argues for his reinstatement—that will speak volumes. Don't judge me too harshly for my worries; I have real reasons to be concerned. But please, assume your wife is innocent. I'm asking this of you.
stop investigating just wait and see watch cassio closely watch how hard she pushes for him im worried for good reason but believe shes innocent
Fear not my government.
Don't worry about how I'll manage this.
I can handle it.
don't worry i can manage
I once more take my leave.
Then let me take my leave.
I'll go then.
i'll leave now
This fellow’s of exceeding honesty,
And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit,
Of human dealings. If I do prove her haggard,
Though that her jesses were my dear heartstrings,
I’d whistle her off, and let her down the wind
To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black,
And have not those soft parts of conversation
That chamberers have, or for I am declin’d
Into the vale of years,—yet that’s not much—
She’s gone, I am abus’d, and my relief
Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage,
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love
For others’ uses. Yet, ’tis the plague of great ones,
Prerogativ’d are they less than the base,
’Tis destiny unshunnable, like death:
Even then this forked plague is fated to us
When we do quicken. Desdemona comes.
If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself!
I’ll not believe’t.
This fellow is remarkably honest and understands every aspect of human nature. If I find Desdemona has betrayed me—though losing her would break my heart as if she cut my heartstrings—I'd throw her away like a wild bird, let her fend for herself. Maybe it's because I'm black and lack the smooth manners that draw women, or because I'm aging—though that's not much. Either way, she's gone from me. I'm destroyed. My only cure is to hate her. Oh, the curse of marriage! We can possess these delicate creatures, but we can't control their desires. I'd rather be a toad living in a dungeon than keep even a corner of my beloved woman for other men's use. Yet this is the plague of great men. They're less protected than common people. This is an inescapable fate, like death itself. Even as we're born, this forked curse is laid upon us. Here comes Desdemona. If she's been unfaithful, then heaven itself is a mockery! I can't believe it.
This guy's straight-up honest and gets how people work. If I find out Desdemona cheated—and losing her would destroy me completely—I'd throw her away like a sick animal. Maybe it's because I'm black and don't have the smooth charm that women love. Or maybe I'm getting old—not that that matters. Either way, she's gone. I'm destroyed. The only thing left is hatred. God, marriage is a curse. We own these beautiful women but we can't own their desire. I'd rather be a toad in a cellar than have the woman I love be with other men. But this is what happens to great men. We get less protection than regular people. This curse comes to everyone the moment we're born. Here she is. If she's cheated, then God's a joke. I won't believe it.
if she betrayed me i'm destroyed my only cure is to hate her curse of marriage i own her but not her desire i'd rather be a toad if she's false heaven mocks itself
How now, my dear Othello?
Your dinner, and the generous islanders
By you invited, do attend your presence.
Hello, my love. Your dinner guests, the generous gentlemen of the island who you invited, are waiting for you.
Hey, sweetheart. The island guys you invited to dinner are waiting for you.
hello love dinnerguests waiting island gentlemen waiting for you
I am to blame.
I'm at fault.
I'm sorry.
i'm to blame
Why do you speak so faintly?
Are you not well?
Why are you speaking so quietly? Are you sick?
Why are you talking so low? Are you okay?
you sound weird are you not well
When Othello says 'Othello's occupation's gone,' he is not merely mourning his military career. He is announcing the collapse of his entire self. Othello was a man who came from nothing — a former slave who rose to become Venice's greatest general — and his identity was built almost entirely on military honor and achievement. His marriage to Desdemona was part of that self-conception: the extraordinary life, the extraordinary love. If Desdemona is unfaithful, the whole edifice collapses. He cannot be the great man married to the devoted woman; he becomes the African general who was fooled by a Venetian girl and her lover. Iago understands this precisely. He doesn't merely tell Othello his wife is unfaithful — he tells him the story of his own life was a lie. That is what destroys Othello so completely and so quickly.
I have a pain upon my forehead here.
I have a pain in my forehead here.
I have a headache.
headache
Faith, that’s with watching, ’twill away again;
Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
It will be well.
That's probably from staying up late. It will go away. Let me wrap it tight. Within an hour it will be better.
That's from lack of sleep. It'll get better. Let me wrap it up. In an hour you'll be fine.
from watching will go away let me bind it an hour
Your napkin is too little;
Your handkerchief is too small.
That's too small.
too small
Let it alone. Come, I’ll go in with you.
Let it be. Come, I'll go inside with you.
Forget about it. Let's go inside.
never mind let's go in
I am very sorry that you are not well.
I'm very sorry you're not feeling well.
I hate that you're sick.
sorry you're not well
I am glad I have found this napkin;
This was her first remembrance from the Moor.
My wayward husband hath a hundred times
Woo’d me to steal it. But she so loves the token,
For he conjur’d her she should ever keep it,
That she reserves it evermore about her
To kiss and talk to. I’ll have the work ta’en out,
And give’t Iago. What he will do with it
Heaven knows, not I,
I nothing but to please his fantasy.
I'm so glad I found this handkerchief. This was the first gift the Moor gave to Desdemona. My wayward husband has begged me a hundred times to steal it. But she loves the gift so much—he made her promise to always keep it—that she carries it with her always, to look at and talk to. I'll have someone copy the embroidery and give my copy to Iago. What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not me. I just want to please his desires.
I found it! This was the first gift Othello gave Desdemona. My husband's been bugging me forever to steal it. But she loves it so much—he made her swear to always keep it—so she carries it everywhere, looking at it, talking to it. I'll have someone copy the pattern and give that to Iago. What he's doing with it? No clue. I just want to make him happy.
the handkerchief first gift from othello huband wanted it stolen she loves it carries it everywhere i'll copy it give it to iago
How now? What do you here alone?
What's going on? Why are you here alone?
What's up? Why are you alone?
why are you alone
Do not you chide. I have a thing for you.
Don't scold me. I have something for you.
Don't yell at me. I have something for you.
don't chide i have something
A thing for me? It is a common thing—
Something for me? It's a common thing—
Something for me? Yeah, a common thing—
common thing
Ha?
What?
What?
what
To have a foolish wife.
—having a foolish wife.
—having a stupid wife.
foolish wife
O, is that all? What will you give me now
For that same handkerchief?
Oh, is that all? What will you give me now for that handkerchief?
That all? What are you gonna give me for the handkerchief?
what will you give me for the handkerchief
What handkerchief?
What handkerchief?
What handkerchief?
what handkerchief
What handkerchief?
Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona,
That which so often you did bid me steal.
The one the Moor gave to Desdemona first. The one you kept begging me to steal.
The one Othello gave Desdemona first. The one you kept asking me to steal.
the moor's first gift to desdemona the one you wanted stolen
Hast stol’n it from her?
Did you steal it from her?
You took it without permission?
you stole it
No, faith, she let it drop by negligence,
And, to the advantage, I being here, took ’t up.
Look, here it is.
No, she dropped it carelessly. I was there, so I picked it up. Look, here it is.
No, she just dropped it. I was there and grabbed it. Here.
she dropped it negligence i picked it up here it is
A good wench, give it me.
Good woman, give it to me.
Hand it over now.
give it here
What will you do with’t, that you have been so earnest
To have me filch it?
What will you do with it? You've been so urgent about getting me to steal it.
What're you gonna do with it? You've been so desperate to get me to steal it.
what will you do with it you were so urgent why steal it
[_Snatching it._] Why, what’s that to you?
Why, what does that matter to you?
Why do you care what I do with it?
none of ur business
If it be not for some purpose of import,
Give ’t me again. Poor lady, she’ll run mad
When she shall lack it.
If it's for nothing important, give it back to me. The poor lady will go mad when she can't find it.
If it's not important, give it back. She's gonna lose it when she can't find it.
if not important give it back desdemona will go mad without it
Be not acknown on’t, I have use for it.
Go, leave me.
Don't let her know about it. I have something to do with it. Now go, leave me.
Don't tell her. I need it for something. Get out of here.
don't tell her i have use for it go leave
I will in Cassio’s lodging lose this napkin,
And let him find it. Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ. This may do something.
The Moor already changes with my poison:
Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons,
Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,
But with a little act upon the blood
Burn like the mines of sulphur. I did say so.
I will leave this napkin in Cassio's lodging and let him find it. Small trifles as light as air are to the jealous mind as strong confirmations as the proof of scripture. This may accomplish something. The Moor is already changing because of my poison. Dangerous thoughts are by nature poisons, which at first barely taste unpleasant, but with even a little action in the blood burn like sulfur mines. I said it would be so.
I'll plant this handkerchief in Cassio's place and let him find it. To someone jealous, tiny things like this become absolute proof—solid as the Bible. This could work. Othello's already starting to change from what I've put in his head. Jealous thoughts are poison—they barely bother you at first, but once they get into your bloodstream, they burn like sulfur. I knew this would happen.
plant the handkerchief jealous ppl believe anything it's like poison in his blood burns from inside out
Look, where he comes. Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow’dst yesterday.
Look, he is coming. Not poppy, nor mandragora, nor all the drowsy syrups in the world will ever give you back that sweet sleep you had yesterday.
Here he comes. No sleeping drug—not poppy, not mandragora, nothing in this world—will ever let you sleep as peacefully as you did before.
he's coming no drug will give u sleep like before
Ha! ha! false to me?
Ha! ha! Is my wife unfaithful?
What? My wife's cheating on me?
is she cheating
Why, how now, general? No more of that.
Sir, let's not go any further with this.
Sir, stop. Don't go there.
no more of that stop
Avaunt! be gone! Thou hast set me on the rack.
I swear ’tis better to be much abus’d
Than but to know’t a little.
Get away from me! You've put me on the rack. I swear it's better to be badly abused than to know about it a little.
Get away! You're torturing me. I'd rather be completely destroyed than know about it at all.
get away rack better to be much abused than know it little
How now, my lord?
What troubles you, my lord?
Something wrong?
what's wrong
What sense had I of her stol’n hours of lust?
I saw’t not, thought it not, it harm’d not me.
I slept the next night well, was free and merry;
I found not Cassio’s kisses on her lips.
He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stol’n,
Let him not know’t, and he’s not robb’d at all.
What did I feel when she was off with him? I didn't see it, didn't think about it, it didn't hurt me. I slept well the next night, was happy and free. I didn't find his kisses on her lips. A man who's robbed but doesn't know what's missing, he's not really robbed at all.
What did I feel about her sleeping with him? Nothing, because I didn't know. I didn't think about it. It didn't hurt. I slept great. I was happy. I didn't see his kiss on her lips. If you're robbed but you don't know what you lost, you're not really robbed.
what sense had i of stol'n hours i saw it not thought it not slept well was free and merry if you don't know you're robbed you're not robbed
I am sorry to hear this.
I'm sorry to hear this.
I'm sorry.
sorry to hear
I had been happy if the general camp,
Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known. O, now, for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind! Farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troops and the big wars
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell,
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 dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello’s occupation’s gone!
I'd be happy if every soldier in the camp, even the lowest digger, had slept with her body, as long as I didn't know. Oh, now I've lost my peaceful mind forever! Goodbye to contentment! Goodbye to the glorious war that makes ambition a virtue! Goodbye to the war horses, the trumpet calls, the drums, the fifes, the royal banners, all the pride and ceremony of war! Goodbye to all of it! My life is gone!
I'd be happy if every soldier in camp had slept with her, as long as I didn't know. Now I've lost everything. Peace? Gone. Contentment? Gone. The war, the glory, the horses, the trumpets, the drums, the banners—all the beautiful stuff that makes me who I am? Gone. My job is gone.
if only i didn't know i'd be happy now farewell tranquil mind farewell content farewell the glorious war farewell all quality and pride othello's occupation's gone
Emilia's appearance in this scene is brief but devastating. She picks up the handkerchief and tells us that Iago has asked for it 'a hundred times' — which means Iago has been planning to use it for some time, even before he had a specific plan. She gives it to him without understanding what she is doing, deflects his dismissiveness, and disappears. What makes this so tragic is that Emilia is, by any measure, a sharp observer of human nature — she will ultimately be the one who exposes everything. But right now she doesn't ask enough questions. She knows Iago wants the handkerchief; she doesn't know why; she trusts that her husband, for all his flaws, is operating within the normal range of human behavior. She is wrong, and the cost of that assumption will be measured in corpses.
Is’t possible, my lord?
Is it possible, my lord?
Really, sir?
is it possible
Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore;
Be sure of it. Give me the ocular proof,
Or, by the worth of man’s eternal soul,
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog
Than answer my wak’d wrath.
You villain, make sure you prove my wife is a whore. Be certain of it. Give me visual proof, or by all that's holy, you should have been born a dog rather than face my rage.
Listen, prove she's cheating. Make sure. Show me it with my own eyes, or I swear I'll kill you. You should've been born a dog rather than come up against me like this.
prove my love a whore ocular proof or you should have been born a dog than answer my wrath
Is’t come to this?
Has it come to this?
Are things this bad?
seriously it's this bad
Make me to see’t, or at the least so prove it,
That the probation bear no hinge nor loop
To hang a doubt on, or woe upon thy life!
Make me see it, or at least prove it so well that the proof leaves no room for doubt, or I'll destroy you.
Show me proof or convince me completely, or I swear I'll kill you.
show me proof no loopholes or you're dead
My noble lord,—
My noble lord—
Sir—
my lord
If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more. Abandon all remorse;
On horror’s head horrors accumulate;
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz’d;
For nothing canst thou to damnation add
Greater than that.
If you slander her and torture me, never pray again. Abandon all mercy. Pile horror upon horror; do deeds to make heaven weep and all the earth be amazed; there is nothing you could add to your damnation that surpasses that.
If you slander her and hurt me like this, don't pray anymore. Give up all compassion. Pile horror on top of horror. Do things so evil that heaven itself cries and the whole world is shocked. Nothing worse could damn you than that.
if u slander her & torture me dont pray again. pile horror on horror. do things so evil heaven weeps. u cant be more damned than that
O grace! O heaven defend me!
Are you a man? Have you a soul or sense?
God be wi’ you. Take mine office.—O wretched fool,
That liv’st to make thine honesty a vice!
O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,
To be direct and honest is not safe.
I thank you for this profit, and from hence
I’ll love no friend, sith love breeds such offence.
Oh, have mercy! God, defend me! Are you a man? Do you have a conscience or sanity? Goodbye. Take my job. I'm a wretched fool for trying to be honest! This is a monstrous world! Note it, world! Being honest is dangerous. I thank you for this lesson, and from now on I won't love any friend because love causes such offense.
Oh God, help me! Are you even a man? Do you have a soul? Goodbye. Take my position. I'm a fool for trying to be honest! What a monster of a world! See, world? Honesty isn't safe. Thanks for the lesson. I'll never trust a friend again because it just causes problems.
grace have you a soul im a wretched fool for honesty to be direct and honest is not safe i'll love no friend love breeds offense
Nay, stay. Thou shouldst be honest.
Wait. You should be honest.
Hold on. You need to be honest with me.
stop be honest
I should be wise; for honesty’s a fool,
And loses that it works for.
I should be wise. But honesty is foolish and loses what it works for.
I should be smart. But honesty's stupid. It works against you.
honesty's a fool loses what it works for
By the world,
I think my wife be honest, and think she is not.
I think that thou art just, and think thou art not.
I’ll have some proof: her name, that was as fresh
As Dian’s visage, is now begrim’d and black
As mine own face. If there be cords or knives,
Poison or fire, or suffocating streams,
I’ll not endure ’t. Would I were satisfied!
By all the world, I think my wife is honest, and I think she's not. I think you're just, and I think you're not. I need proof. Her name, which was as pure as the moon goddess herself, is now blackened like my own face. If it takes ropes, knives, poison, fire, or drowning, I can't stand this uncertainty. I need to be satisfied!
I swear, I think my wife is a good person, and I think she's not. I think you're right, and I think you're a liar. I need proof. Her reputation was pure, and now it's black like my face. If it takes anything—ropes, knives, poison, fire—I'll do it. I need to know!
i think she's honest and think she's not i think you're just and think you're not i need proof her name is blackened like my own face
I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion.
I do repent me that I put it to you.
You would be satisfied?
I see you're consumed with passion. I'm sorry I brought this up. You want to be satisfied?
You're completely overwhelmed. I'm sorry I said anything. You want proof?
you're eaten by passion i repent satisfied
Would? Nay, I will.
What? No, I will.
Would I? Yes, I absolutely will.
yes i will
And may; but how? How satisfied, my lord?
Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on,
Behold her topp’d?
You can be. But how? How will you be satisfied, my lord? Would you want to sit and watch while she sleeps with him?
You could be. But how? How do you want proof, sir? You want to watch while it happens?
how satisfied would you gape behold her topped
Death and damnation! O!
Death and damnation! Oh!
This is hell! Oh no!
oh god no
It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
To bring them to that prospect. Damn them then,
If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster
More than their own! What then? How then?
What shall I say? Where’s satisfaction?
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. But yet I say,
If imputation and strong circumstances,
Which lead directly to the door of truth,
Will give you satisfaction, you may have’t.
It would be tedious and difficult, I think, to get them to do it where you could see. Damn them then, if mortal eyes ever see them doing this more than their own! What else? How else? What can I say? Where can you find proof? It's impossible for you to see this, even if they were as lustful as goats, as passionate as monkeys, as eager as wolves in rut, and as stupid as ignorance made drunk. But still I say, if circumstantial evidence and strong implications, which point directly to the door of truth, will satisfy you, you can have it.
Getting proof would be hard and uncomfortable— you'd have to watch them doing it. Forget that. If mortal eyes ever saw them—well, we won't. What does proof even look like? How would you see it? You can't possibly see them together like that, even if they were total animals about it. But I'm telling you— if strong circumstantial evidence, the kind that points straight to the truth, will satisfy you, I can give you that.
proof would be hard would have to watch cant actually see them even if total animals but circumstantial evidence points to truth i can give u that
Give me a living reason she’s disloyal.
Give me a concrete reason that she's disloyal.
Give me one good reason to think she's cheating.
why would she cheat give me proof
I do not like the office,
But sith I am enter’d in this cause so far,
Prick’d to ’t by foolish honesty and love,
I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately,
And being troubled with a raging tooth,
I could not sleep.
There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.
One of this kind is Cassio:
In sleep I heard him say, “Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves;”
And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
Cry “O sweet creature!” and then kiss me hard,
As if he pluck’d up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips, then laid his leg
Over my thigh, and sigh’d and kiss’d, and then
Cried “Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!”
I don't like doing this, But since I've already gone this far in this matter, Pushed into it by foolish loyalty and love, I will continue. I lay with Cassio recently, And being troubled with a terrible toothache, I could not sleep. There are men whose souls are so loose that in their sleep they talk about their business. One of these men is Cassio. In sleep I heard him say, "Sweet Desdemona, Let us be careful, let us hide our love;" And then, sir, he would grip and squeeze my hand, Cry "O sweet creature!" and then kiss me hard, As if he were pulling kisses from my lips, Then he laid his leg over my thigh, And sighed and kissed, and then Cried "Damn the fate that gave you to the Moor!"
I hate doing this, but I've already said so much and I'm caught up in it now—out of loyalty and love— so I'll tell you. I slept with Cassio recently. I had a terrible toothache and couldn't sleep. Some men are so loose-tongued that they talk in their sleep about their secrets. Cassio is one of them. In his sleep he said, "Desdemona, we need to be careful, hide our love." Then he grabbed my hand and cried, "O my sweet!" and kissed me hard, like he was pulling kisses right out of my mouth. Then he put his leg over mine and sighed and kissed, and said, "Damn it that you belong to the Moor!"
hate this but im in it now cassio recently couldn sleep toothache men talk in sleep cassio did said desdemona hide love grabbed hand kissed hard leg over mine said damn moor has u
O monstrous! monstrous!
Oh, it's monstrous! Monstrous!
This is horrifying! Horrifying!
monstrous monstrous
Nay, this was but his dream.
But that was just his dream.
But that was just a dream.
but his dream only
But this denoted a foregone conclusion.
’Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.
But that dream shows it was already done. It's strong evidence, even though it's not complete proof.
But that dream proves it already happened. It's real evidence, even if it's not complete.
denoted foregone conclusion shrewd doubt though it be light
And this may help to thicken other proofs
That do demonstrate thinly.
This will help strengthen other weak evidence to make a solid case.
This will help back up the other thin evidence and make it stronger.
thicken other proofs that do demonstrate thinly
I’ll tear her all to pieces.
I'll tear her into pieces.
I'll destroy her completely.
gonna hurt her bad
Nay, but be wise. Yet we see nothing done,
She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,
Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief
Spotted with strawberries in your wife’s hand?
But be wise. We haven't seen anything proven yet. She might still be honest. But tell me this one thing: Have you ever seen a handkerchief With strawberries on it in your wife's hand?
But calm down. Nothing is proven yet. She might still be faithful. But answer this: Have you ever seen your wife with a handkerchief that has strawberries sewn on it?
but calm down nothing proven yet she might be faithful but answer handkerchief strawberries on it wife have one
I gave her such a one, ’twas my first gift.
I gave her one like that. It was my first gift to her.
That handkerchief was the very first thing I ever gave her.
i gave her that first gift
I know not that: but such a handkerchief
(I am sure it was your wife’s) did I today
See Cassio wipe his beard with.
I don't know that, but such a handkerchief (I'm sure it was your wife's) I saw today Cassio wipe his beard with.
I'm not sure which one, but I saw Cassio today wipe his beard with a handkerchief that I'm certain belonged to your wife.
not sure which one but saw cassio today wipe beard w handkerchief ureife's for sure
If it be that,—
If that's the case—
If that's what happened—
if that's true
If it be that, or any that was hers,
It speaks against her with the other proofs.
If it's that one, or any handkerchief that was hers, It speaks against her along with the other evidence.
If that's the one, or if it was any handkerchief of hers, that proves she's guilty along with everything else.
if thats it or any hers proves guilt w everything else
O, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge!
Now do I see ’tis true. Look here, Iago;
All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven.
’Tis gone.
Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow hell!
Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne
To tyrannous hate! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For ’tis of aspics’ tongues!
O, that the slave had forty thousand lives! One is too few, too weak for my revenge! Now I see it's true. Look here, Iago; All my affectionate love I blow to heaven. It's gone. Awaken, black vengeance, from your hollow depths! Yield up, O love, your crown and passionate throne To tyrannical hate! Swell, my heart, with your poison, Because it is full of serpents' fangs!
If he had forty thousand lives I'd take them all! One life isn't enough for what I'll do to him! Now I know it's true. Look, Iago— I'm throwing away all my love for her. It's gone. Black vengeance, wake up! Rise from hell! Love, give up your throne to hate! My heart, fill up with poison, because it's full of venom now.
if he had 40k lives id take them one not enough its true throwing away love gone black vengeance wake up love give throne to hate heart fill w poison full of venom
Yet be content.
Have patience.
Calm down.
be content
O, blood, Iago, blood!
Oh, I need blood, Iago, blood!
Vengeance! Blood! That's all I need now!
blood i need blood
Patience, I say. Your mind perhaps may change.
Patience, I say. Your mind might change.
Be patient. You might change your mind.
patience your mind perhaps may change
Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic Sea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne’er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic and the Hellespont;
Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace
Shall ne’er look back, ne’er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up. Now by yond marble heaven,
In the due reverence of a sacred vow [_Kneels._]
I here engage my words.
Never, Iago. Like the Black Sea, whose cold current flows forward with force and never flows backward, but keeps going to the Sea of Marmara and the Hellespont, so my vengeful thoughts, moving with violent speed, will never look back, never flow backward to love, until a great and complete revenge swallows them up. Now by that white sky above, by the seriousness of a sacred oath, [_Kneels._] I commit myself here.
Never, Iago. Like the Pontic Sea that flows endlessly forward and never retreats, my thoughts will drive forward relentlessly until I get my revenge. By heaven, I swear this oath to you. [_Kneels._] I'm committed now.
never iago like the sea no turning back only revenge swearing this now
Do not rise yet. [_Kneels._]
Witness, you ever-burning lights above,
You elements that clip us round about,
Witness that here Iago doth give up
The execution of his wit, hands, heart,
To wrong’d Othello’s service! Let him command,
And to obey shall be in me remorse,
What bloody business ever.
Don't rise yet. [Kneels.] Witness, you ever-burning lights above, You elements that surround us, Witness that here Iago gives up The use of his brain, hands, and heart To wrong'd Othello's service! Let him command, And to obey will be my only concern, For whatever bloody business required.
Don't get up. [Kneels.] You stars and everything around us—witness that I, Iago, am giving all of myself— my mind, my hands, my heart— to Othello's service. He can command me to do anything, and I'll obey, no matter what it is.
dont get up stars witness i iago give everything mind hands heart to othello command me anything ill obey no matter what
I greet thy love,
Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous,
And will upon the instant put thee to ’t.
Within these three days let me hear thee say
That Cassio’s not alive.
I accept your devotion, not with empty thanks, but with genuine gratitude, and I will immediately test you on this. Within three days I want you to tell me that Cassio is dead.
I appreciate your loyalty. I'm going to test you right away. In three days, I want to hear that Cassio is dead.
thanks for loyalty prove it kill cassio within 3 days
My friend is dead. ’Tis done at your request.
But let her live.
My friend is finished. It's done as you asked. But let her live.
It's done. Cassio won't trouble you anymore. But please, don't harm her.
cassio's dead task done but spare her
Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her, damn her!
Come, go with me apart, I will withdraw
To furnish me with some swift means of death
For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.
Damn her, the lewd prostitute! Damn her, damn her! Come, let's go alone. I'm going to arrange her death.
Damn her, the whore! Damn her! Come on, let's go private. I'll arrange her death.
damn her lewd minx damn her i'll arrange her death
I am your own for ever.
I am yours forever.
I'm yours forever.
i am your own forever
The Reckoning
The longest scene in the play and the hinge on which everything turns. Before this scene: Othello is secure, trusting, happy. After it: he is on the path to murder. What makes Iago's technique devastating is that he barely says anything. He plants questions rather than accusations. He performs reluctance so convincingly that Othello has to drag the poison out of him, which means Othello feels he has discovered something rather than been told it. By the end of the scene Othello has demanded 'ocular proof' — physical evidence — and Iago has already provided a substitute: the story of Cassio's dream, and the handkerchief. The scene destroys Othello's peace of mind not through lies but through suggestion, hesitation, and the weaponized pause.
If this happened today…
Your most trusted colleague at work slowly implies — always reluctantly, always with 'I'm sure it's nothing' — that your spouse might be involved with someone. Every time you push back, they back off. Every time you agree to drop it, they add one more small thing. By the end of the conversation you're calling your spouse and you're not sure why you're so certain something is wrong. You arrived calm. You leave shaking.