Will you think so?
Will you believe that?
You really think that?
you believe that?
Think so, Iago?
You think that, Iago?
You actually think that happened?
you think so?
What,
To kiss in private?
What, kissing in private?
What's wrong with some private kissing?
kissing in private?
An unauthoriz’d kiss.
A kiss without permission.
A kiss she didn't agree to.
a kiss she didn't ask for
Or to be naked with her friend in bed
An hour or more, not meaning any harm?
Or suppose a woman stays nude with another man in bed for an hour or longer, while harboring no ill intentions?
Or like, sleeping naked with her friend for an hour or so, with no bad intentions?
so just being naked in bed together for a bit = no harm right?
Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm?
It is hypocrisy against the devil:
They that mean virtuously and yet do so,
The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.
Naked in bed together, Iago, without meaning any harm? That would be hypocrisy against the devil. When people truly intend to be virtuous but find themselves in such a situation, the devil tempts their virtue, and they in turn tempt heaven's patience.
Naked in bed with no intention to do wrong? Come on, that's total hypocrisy—it's like playing with the devil himself. When people claim they want to stay pure but still end up in these situations, the devil's getting at their virtue, and they're testing heaven's limits.
naked in bed, no harm meant? that's hypocrisy devil tempts their virtue they tempt heaven
So they do nothing, ’tis a venial slip.
But if I give my wife a handkerchief—
So they do nothing, it's a small sin. But if I give my wife a handkerchief—
Fine, so if they do nothing, it's not a big deal. But here's the thing: if I give my wife a handkerchief—
cool so doing nothing = small sin. but if i give my wife a handkerchief—
What then?
What about it?
So what?
so what?
Why then, ’tis hers, my lord, and being hers,
She may, I think, bestow’t on any man.
Why then, it's hers, my lord, and being hers, She may, I think, give it to any man.
Well then, it's hers, right? Once it's hers, she can give it to whoever she wants.
so it's hers and if it's hers she can give it 2 anyone
She is protectress of her honour too.
May she give that?
She guards her honor too. Can she give that away?
She's supposed to protect her honor. Can she just hand that over?
she's gotta guard her honor so how can she give it away?
Her honour is an essence that’s not seen;
They have it very oft that have it not:
But for the handkerchief—
Her honor is invisible; many claim to have it who don't. But as for the handkerchief—
Honor is invisible—plenty of people seem to have it who don't. But that handkerchief—
honor's invisible people claim to have it who don't but this handkerchief—
By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it.
Thou said’st (O, it comes o’er my memory,
As doth the raven o’er the infected house,
Boding to all) he had my handkerchief.
By heaven, I would most gladly have forgotten it. You said it (O, it comes over my memory, As the raven over the infected house, Announceing disaster to all)—he had my handkerchief.
God, I wish I could have forgotten this. You said he had it (and now it's back in my mind, like a raven hovering over a plague house, bringing bad news to everyone)—he had my handkerchief.
damn i wish i could forget like a raven over a plague house announcing doom he had my handkerchief
Ay, what of that?
Yes, what about it?
Yeah, what about it?
so what?
That’s not so good now.
This development is not favorable.
That's not a good sign.
that's not good
What
If I had said I had seen him do you wrong?
Or heard him say (as knaves be such abroad,
Who having, by their own importunate suit,
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose
But they must blab.)
What if I had said I had seen him do you wrong? Or heard him say (as knaves are such everywhere, Who having, by their own pushy demands, Or voluntary weakness for some mistress, Been convinced or given what they want, cannot help But they must blab.)?
What if I'd told you I saw him betray you? Or heard him boast about it (the way liars do everywhere—once they get what they want through their own pushiness or because some girl has a weakness for them, they can't help but blab about it)?
what if i said i saw him betray u? or heard him brag? liars always talk they get what they want then can't shut up
Hath he said anything?
Has he said anything?
Has he said anything about it?
did he say anything?
He hath, my lord, but be you well assur’d,
No more than he’ll unswear.
He has, my lord, but be assured, No more than he'll take back.
Yeah, he has, but trust me, he'll deny every word of it.
yeah he said stuff but he'll just take it back
What hath he said?
What has he said?
What did he say?
he said what exactly?
Faith, that he did—I know not what he did.
Actually, he did—I don't know what he did.
Well, he did... I mean, I don't know what exactly he did.
he did... i mean idk what
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
Lie.
Lie.
Lie.
Lie.
With her?
With her?
With her?
With her?
With her, on her, what you will.
With her, on her, whatever you want.
With her, on her, however you want to say it.
with her on her whatever u want
Lie with her! lie on her!—We say lie on her when they belie her.—Lie
with her! that’s fulsome. Handkerchief—confessions—handkerchief! To
confess, and be hanged for his labour. First, to be hanged, and then to
confess. I tremble at it. Nature would not invest herself in such
shadowing passion without some instruction. It is not words that shake
me thus. Pish! Noses, ears, and lips. Is’t
possible?—Confess?—handkerchief?—O devil!—
Lie with her! Lie on her!—We say lie on her when they deceive her.—Lie with her! That's gross. Handkerchief—confessions—handkerchief! To confess, and be hanged for it. First, to be hanged, and then to confess. I tremble at it. Nature would not dress herself in such overwhelming passion without some reason. It is not words that shake me like this. Ugh! Noses, ears, and lips. Is it possible?—Confess?—handkerchief?—O devil!—
Sleep with her! Lie on top of her!—We say lie on her when they trick her.—Sleep with her! That's disgusting. The handkerchief—confessions—the handkerchief! To confess and get hanged for it. First get hanged, then confess. I'm trembling. Nature wouldn't overwhelm me like this without some cause. It's not just talk that's doing this to me. Ugh! Noses, ears, and lips. Is that even possible?—confess?—the handkerchief?—O devil!—
sleep w her lie on her that's vile handkerchief confessions handkerchief confess then get hanged i'm shaking it's not just words noses ears lips is it real?? confess? handkerchief? devil!
Work on,
My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught,
And many worthy and chaste dames even thus,
All guiltless, meet reproach. What, ho! my lord!
My lord, I say! Othello!
Work on, My poison, work! This way simple fools are caught, And many worthy and chaste women just so, All innocent, face shame. What, hello! My lord! My lord, I say! Othello!
Keep going, my poison, keep working! This is how you trap foolish people, and how many innocent, virtuous women end up shamed. Hey! My lord! I'm talking to you! Othello!
work work my poison this is how u trap fools innocent women get shamed hey! my lord! othello!
How now, Cassio!
How are things with you, Cassio?
Hey Cassio, how's it going?
hey cassio what's up?
What’s the matter?
What’s the matter?
What’s the matter?
What’s the matter?
My lord is fallen into an epilepsy.
This is his second fit. He had one yesterday.
The lord has been overcome by a seizure. This marks his second episode. He experienced one yesterday as well.
The general's having a seizure. This is his second one. He had one yesterday too.
he's having a seizure the second one had one yesterday
Rub him about the temples.
Rub his temples.
Rub the temples on his head.
massage his head temples
No, forbear;
The lethargy must have his quiet course.
If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by
Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs:
Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
He will recover straight. When he is gone,
I would on great occasion speak with you.
No, stop. The numbness must take its course. If not, he foams at the mouth, and soon after Bursts out into wild madness. Look, he stirs. Withdraw yourself for a bit. He will recover quickly. When he's gone, I want to speak with you about something important.
No, leave him alone. The numbness needs to run its course. If you bother him, he'll foam at the mouth and then go completely mad. Look, he's starting to come around. Move away for a minute. He'll be fine soon. When he is, I need to talk to you about something serious.
no leave him let the numbness run its course if not he'll foam & go mad he's coming around go away i need to talk 2 u
How is it, general? Have you not hurt your head?
How are you, general? Didn't you hurt your head?
You alright, general? Hit your head or something?
u ok general? did u hurt ur head?
Dost thou mock me?
Are you making fun of me?
Are you mocking me?
r u mocking me?
I mock you? No, by heaven.
Would you would bear your fortune like a man!
Mock you? No, by heaven. Would that you would bear your misfortune like a man!
Mock you? No way. I wish you'd face this like a real man.
mock u? no way face this like a man
A horned man’s a monster and a beast.
A man with horns is a monster and a beast.
A cheated man is a monster and an animal.
a cheated man is a beast
There’s many a beast, then, in a populous city,
And many a civil monster.
Well, there are plenty of beasts, then, in a crowded city, And plenty of civilized monsters.
Yeah, then there are tons of beasts in any big city, and tons of polite monsters walking around.
so there's tons of beasts in the city tons of 'civilized' monsters
Did he confess it?
Has he given any confession regarding this matter?
Did he admit to it?
he confess?
Good sir, be a man.
Think every bearded fellow that’s but yok’d
May draw with you. There’s millions now alive
That nightly lie in those unproper beds
Which they dare swear peculiar: your case is better.
O, ’tis the spite of hell, the fiend’s arch-mock,
To lip a wanton in a secure couch,
And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know,
And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.
Good sir, be a man. Think every bearded fellow who's just yoked May pull alongside you. There are millions now alive Who sleep in those improper beds at night Which they dare swear are just for them. Your situation is better. O, it's the spite of hell, the fiend's main mockery, To kiss a loose woman in a safe bed And believe her chaste! No, let me know, And knowing what I am, I know what she'll be.
Come on, be a man. Think about all the bearded guys out there who are just as trapped as you. There are millions of men alive who spend nights in beds that aren't really just theirs, but they swear they are. Your case is actually better than most. This is hell's cruelty, the devil's biggest joke—to kiss a promiscuous woman in your own bed and think she's faithful! No, let me know the truth, and once I know who I'm dealing with, I'll know what she really is.
be a man there's millions trapped like u they all sleep in beds that ain't theirs u got it better it's hell's joke to kiss her & think she's pure let me know the truth
O, thou art wise, ’tis certain.
You're wise, that's for sure.
You're definitely wise about this.
ur wise that's for sure
The pantomime in 4-1 — Othello hidden, watching Cassio and Iago talk — is Iago's most theatrical achievement. He has constructed a scene with blocking, character assignments, and an interpretive frame. He positions Othello as an audience member watching a play about his own cuckolding. The terrifying thing is that the play Iago puts on is not false in its action — Cassio really does laugh, really does gesture, really does discuss a woman — but the meaning has been assigned by the director rather than arising from the scene itself. Shakespeare is doing something meta here: in the Globe Theatre, the audience watches Othello watch what he believes is his life. The levels of spectatorship multiply. And the theatrical irony is that the most obviously theatrical scene in the play — a staged eavesdropping with a hidden observer — is also the most emotionally catastrophic.
Stand you awhile apart,
Confine yourself but in a patient list.
Whilst you were here o’erwhelmed with your grief,
(A passion most unsuiting such a man)
Cassio came hither. I shifted him away,
And laid good ’scuse upon your ecstasy,
Bade him anon return, and here speak with me,
The which he promis’d. Do but encave yourself,
And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns,
That dwell in every region of his face;
For I will make him tell the tale anew,
Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when
He hath, and is again to cope your wife:
I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience,
Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen,
And nothing of a man.
Step aside for a moment. Keep yourself quiet and still. While you were overwhelmed with grief here, (An emotion unsuitable for such a man) Cassio came by. I sent him away, And made excuses for your outburst, Told him to come back soon and speak with me, Which he promised to do. Just hide yourself, And watch the sneers, the taunts, and notable scorn, That show on every part of his face. For I will make him tell the story again, Where, how, how often, how long ago, and when He has been and will be with your wife. I say, just watch his expression. Truly, Or I'll say you're completely consumed by rage, And not a man at all.
Step back for a second. Keep yourself together and stay quiet. While you were falling apart here—which, let's be honest, isn't fitting for a man in your position—Cassio showed up. I got rid of him, made excuses for you, told him to come back and talk to me later, and he agreed. Now just hide and watch his face. Watch the smirks, the jokes, and the clear contempt on every inch of it. Because I'm going to get him to tell the whole story again—where, how many times, when it started, when it'll happen next with your wife. Just watch his face. Seriously, or I'm going to have to tell everyone you're just wallowing in emotion and not a real man anymore.
step back for a sec stay quiet while u were spiraling cassio came i got rid of him old him to come back & talk 2 me just hide & watch his face watch the smirks & scorn i'll get him 2 tell it all where how often when just watch or ur just a mess
Dost thou hear, Iago?
I will be found most cunning in my patience;
But,—dost thou hear?—most bloody.
Do you hear me, Iago? I will show the greatest self-control, But—do you hear me?—most violent.
Listen to me, Iago. I'm going to be incredibly patient and calm. But—listen—I'm going to be absolutely brutal.
listen iago i'll be patient but i'll be brutal
That’s not amiss.
But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?
That's good. But keep yourself under control in all this. Will you step aside?
That's good. Just keep it together. Now go, will you?
good. keep it together. go.
Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,
A housewife that by selling her desires
Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature
That dotes on Cassio, (as ’tis the strumpet’s plague
To beguile many and be beguil’d by one.)
He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
From the excess of laughter. Here he comes.
Now I'll ask Cassio about Bianca, a woman who pays her bills by selling her sexual favors—she's obsessed with Cassio, though every prostitute charms many but falls for just one. When he even hears her name, he bursts into hysterical laughter. Look, here he comes now.
I'm about to grill Cassio about Bianca. She's basically a sex worker who's totally into him. You know how it goes with those women—they lead around a bunch of guys but only actually care about one. He can't even hear her name without cracking up. Here he is.
im gonna ask cassio about bianca she's a sex worker obsessed w him he laughs whenever she shows up here he is
As he shall smile Othello shall go mad,
And his unbookish jealousy must construe
Poor Cassio’s smiles, gestures, and light behaviour
Quite in the wrong. How do you now, lieutenant?
When he smiles, Othello will go crazy, and his crude jealousy will twist Cassio's innocent smiles, gestures, and playful manner into the worst possible interpretation. How are you doing, lieutenant?
Cassio's going to smile, and Othello's going to completely freak out because his jealousy sees something sinister in every gesture and laugh. How are you holding up, lieutenant?
cassio smiles = othello goes crazy his jealousy twists everything how u doin lieutenant?
The worser that you give me the addition
Whose want even kills me.
The worse treatment you give me, the more my need for recognition increases, and that lack is killing me.
The worse you treat me, the more I need you to acknowledge me. Not having that is destroying me.
worse u treat me the more i need u 2 see me not having that is killing me
Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on’t.
Treat Desdemona well, and you'll get what you want.
Work things out with Desdemona and you'll be fine.
treat desdemona well & ur set
[_Speaking lower._] Now, if this suit lay in Bianca’s power,
How quickly should you speed!
Now, if this matter were in Bianca's hands, how quickly you would succeed!
If Bianca controlled your fate, you'd get what you want real fast.
if bianca had ur fate ud get ur way quick
Alas, poor caitiff!
Alas, poor wretch!
Oh man, you poor fool!
poor guy
[_Aside._] Look how he laughs already!
Look at how he laughs already!
Look at him laughing like that!
hes laughing already
I never knew a woman love man so.
I've never known a woman love a man so much.
I've never seen a woman love a man this hard.
this girl's obsessed fr like obsessed
Alas, poor rogue! I think, i’ faith, she loves me.
God, poor guy! I think, truly, she loves me.
Poor thing! I think she really does love me, honestly.
poor thing. she really loves me i think
[_Aside._] Now he denies it faintly and laughs it out.
Now he's denying it weakly and laughing it off.
He's pretending it's nothing and just laughing.
denying it laughing it off
Do you hear, Cassio?
Are you listening to me, Cassio?
Did you hear that, Cassio?
u hear that cassio?
Now he importunes him
To tell it o’er. Go to, well said, well said.
Now he's pressing him To tell it again. Go on, well said, well said.
Now he's pushing Cassio to tell the whole thing again. Good, yes, that's working.
he's pushing cassio to tell it good good good
She gives it out that you shall marry her.
Do you intend it?
She's saying you'll marry her. Do you intend to?
She's going around saying you're going to marry her. Is that actually going to happen?
she says u gonna marry her u gonna?
Ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha!
Do you triumph, Roman? Do you triumph?
Are you celebrating? Are you celebrating?
You're gloating? You're actually gloating?
ur gloating? really?
I marry her? What? A customer? I prithee, bear some charity to my wit,
do not think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!
Marry her? What? A prostitute? I ask you, have some respect for my intelligence. Don't think it's that low. Ha, ha, ha!
Marry her? What? A prostitute? Come on, give me some credit. Don't assume I'm that stupid. Ha, ha, ha!
marry HER? what? a prostitute? give me credit i ain't that dumb ha ha ha
So, so, so, so. They laugh that wins.
So, so, so, so. Those who laugh win.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whoever's laughing is winning.
so so so whoever laughs wins
Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her.
The lady thinks you'll marry her.
She thinks you're gonna marry her.
marry her
Prithee say true.
Please tell me the truth.
Come on, tell me what's really going on.
seriously, tell me true
I am a very villain else.
I'm completely dishonest if I'm not telling the truth.
I'm a complete liar if I'm not being straight with you.
i'm a complete liar if i'm wrong
Have you scored me? Well.
Have you made fun of me? Okay.
Did you just mock me? Fine.
u just mocked me? ok
This is the monkey’s own giving out. She is persuaded I will marry her,
out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise.
This is her own making up. She's convinced I'll marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of any promise from me.
This is all her own fantasy. She's got it in her head that I'll marry her because of her own feelings and because she's been flattering herself, not because I ever said I would.
this is all her fantasy she convinced herself i'll marry her based on her own feelings not my promise
Iago beckons me. Now he begins the story.
Iago's signaling me. Now the story begins.
Iago just gestured to me. Now it's starting.
iago's signaling me here we go
She was here even now. She haunts me in every place. I was the other
day talking on the sea-bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes
the bauble, and falls thus about my neck.
She haunts me everywhere. I was just talking with some Venetian gentlemen by the water, and suddenly there she is, clinging to me, crying. It's ridiculous.
She won't leave me alone. I was talking to some guys the other day by the shore, and boom — she shows up and starts hanging on me, getting all emotional.
she haunts me everywhere follows me around won't leave me alone
Crying, “O dear Cassio!” as it were: his gesture imports it.
Crying "O dear Cassio!" like that—his gestures show it.
Crying out "O dear Cassio!" like that—you can see it in how he moves.
yelling "o dear cassio!" the way he moves says it all
So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so hales and pulls me. Ha, ha,
ha!
She just clings to me and cries and pulls me around. It's pathetic. Ha, ha, ha!
She just hangs on me, weeping, dragging me everywhere. It's sad. Ha ha!
she clings she weeps she pulls me ha ha ha
Now he tells how she plucked him to my chamber. O, I see that nose of
yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to.
Now he tells how she dragged him to my chamber. I see that nose of yours, but not the dog I'd throw it to.
Now he's telling how she pulled him to my bedroom. I see that nose of yours—and I see how you'd throw it like a toy.
he's telling how she dragged him to my room i see your nose but not that dog i'd throw it to
Well, I must leave her company.
I need to stop seeing her.
I gotta break this off.
leave her break it off
Before me! look where she comes.
I swear! Look who's coming over there.
Look at that! Here she comes.
look who's coming
’Tis such another fitchew! Marry, a perfum’d one.
What do you mean by this haunting of me?
She's like a polecat — foul and persistent. A perfumed polecat, but still a polecat. Why do you keep haunting me everywhere?
She's disgusting — like a polecat, even if she smells nice. Why are you following me around all the time?
you're a polecat perfumed but still foul why haunt me
Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What did you mean by that same
handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it. I must
take out the work? A likely piece of work, that you should find it in
your chamber and not know who left it there! This is some minx’s token,
and I must take out the work? There, give it your hobby-horse.
Wheresoever you had it, I’ll take out no work on’t.
May the devil and his mother haunt you! What did you mean by giving me this handkerchief? I was a fool to take it. Am I supposed to embroider it? That's likely — you find it in your room and don't know who left it? This is some other woman's token. I won't embroider it. Here — give it to your mistress. Wherever you got it, I'm done with it.
Go to hell! Why did you give me that handkerchief? I'm an idiot for taking it. You want me to copy the embroidery? Right. You just found it in your room? Don't make me laugh — that's someone else's. I'm not doing any work on it. Take it to whoever it belongs to.
curse you both why give me this i was a fool this is hers not mine i'm done
How now, my sweet Bianca? How now, how now?
Well, hello, sweet Bianca? Hello, hello?
Hey, sweet Bianca. What's going on? What's going on?
hey sweet bianca what's up what's up
By heaven, that should be my handkerchief!
By heaven, that must be my handkerchief!
My God, that's got to be my handkerchief!
that's gotta be my handkerchief!
If you’ll come to supper tonight, you may. If you will not, come when
you are next prepared for.
If you come to dinner tonight, you can. If you won't, come back when you're ready.
If you want to come to dinner tonight, you can. If not, just show up whenever you feel like it.
come 2 dinner 2night if u want if not come whenever
After her, after her.
Go after her, go after her.
After her, go—hurry after her!
follow her quick!
Elizabethan medicine associated epilepsy with the 'falling sickness' — a loss of self-control associated with both divine visitation and demonic possession. When Othello falls into a trance, contemporary audiences would have read this as his rational soul being overwhelmed. Shakespeare is showing us what happens when jealousy has fully colonized a mind: the body itself gives out. Othello, who has controlled his emotions so carefully in Act 1 — remaining composed under Brabantio's accusations, speaking with measured eloquence to the Senate — cannot control his physical body in Act 4. The progress of the poison is measured in his inability to remain standing.
Faith, I must; she’ll rail in the street else.
Really, I have to go. She'll shout in the street otherwise.
I seriously have to go. She'll start screaming in the street if I don't.
i gotta go or she'll yell in the street
Will you sup there?
Will you eat there?
You going to have dinner there?
u eating there?
Faith, I intend so.
Yes, I intend to.
Yeah, I'm planning on it.
yeah i am
Well, I may chance to see you, for I would very fain speak with you.
Well, I might see you there, because I really want to speak with you.
Well, I might show up there, because I really need to talk to you.
i might show up cuz i gotta talk 2 u
Prithee come, will you?
Please come, will you?
Please come, okay?
please come ok?
Go to; say no more.
Go on, say nothing more.
Go on, let's leave it at that.
go on. say no more.
[_Coming forward._] How shall I murder him, Iago?
How should I kill him, Iago?
How am I going to kill him, Iago?
how do i kill him
Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?
Did you see how he laughed at his own shameful behavior?
Did you see the way he laughed about his disgusting behavior?
did u see him laugh at his own shame?
O Iago!
O Iago!
O Iago!
O Iago!
And did you see the handkerchief?
And did you witness the handkerchief being transferred?
And did you see her hand over the handkerchief?
and did u see the handkerchief?
Was that mine?
Was that mine?
Was that mine?
Was that mine?
Yours, by this hand: and to see how he prizes the foolish woman your
wife! she gave it him, and he hath given it his whore.
Yours, by my word. And to see how he values that foolish woman, your wife! She gave it to him, and he's given it to his mistress.
Yours, I swear. And look how little he values her—your wife! She gave it to him, and now he's passed it on to his girlfriend.
urs i swear and he doesn't even value ur wife she gave it 2 him now he gave it 2 his girlfriend
I would have him nine years a-killing. A fine woman, a fair woman, a
sweet woman!
I'd want to kill him for nine years. A lovely woman, a beautiful woman, a sweet woman!
I'd love to spend nine years slowly killing him. Such a wonderful woman, such a beautiful woman, such a good woman!
i want 2 kill him slow she's wonderful beautiful sweet
Nay, you must forget that.
No, you must forget about that.
No, you need to let that go.
u gotta let that go
Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned tonight, for she shall not
live. No, my heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my
hand. O, the world hath not a sweeter creature. She might lie by an
emperor’s side, and command him tasks.
Yes, let her rot and die and be damned tonight, for she won't live. No, my heart has turned to stone. I strike it, and it hurts my hand. O, the world has no sweeter creature. She could lie next to an emperor and order him around.
Yeah, let her rot, let her die and go to hell tonight—she won't survive this. No, my heart's turned to stone now. I can hit it and it hurts my own hand. God, the world has no better woman than her. She could be in bed with an emperor and run the whole thing.
let her rot let her die & burn tonight she won't live my heart's stone i hit it & it hurts world's sweetest woman could control an emperor
Nay, that’s not your way.
No, that's not the way.
No, that's not the way to think about this.
don't go there
Hang her, I do but say what she is. So delicate with her needle, an
admirable musician! O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear! Of
so high and plenteous wit and invention!
Hang her, I'm only saying what she is. So skilled with her needle, an amazing musician! O, she would sing the wildness out of a bear! Of such great and abundant wit and imagination!
Come on, I'm just describing who she is. She's so talented with a needle, such a brilliant musician! She could literally calm a wild bear with her voice! She's so clever and creative!
i'm just saying what she is so talented w/ needle amazing musician could tame a bear w/ her voice so clever & creative
She’s the worse for all this.
She's worse because of all this.
That just makes it worse.
worse & worse
O, a thousand, a thousand times: and then of so gentle a condition!
Yes, a thousand, a thousand times, and then she's so kind too!
Yeah, a thousand times more, and she's so gentle on top of it all!
thousand times over and she's so kind too
Ay, too gentle.
Ay, too gentle.
Ay, too gentle.
Ay, too gentle.
Nay, that’s certain. But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of
it, Iago!
No, that's certain. But still, the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!
No, that's definitely true. But god, what a shame it is, Iago! O Iago, it's such a tragedy, Iago!
that's true. but damn the pity of it iago o iago the tragedy
If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her patent to offend, for if
it touch not you, it comes near nobody.
If you're so taken with her wrongdoing, give her permission to offend. For if it doesn't touch you, it affects nobody.
If you're so obsessed with her infidelity, just give her the green light. Because if it doesn't bother you, nobody's hurt.
u so obsessed w/ her cheating? give her permission then if it don't hurt u it don't hurt nobody
I will chop her into messes. Cuckold me!
I'll cut her into pieces. Cuckold me!
I'll chop her up. You're making me a cuckold!
i'll cut her in pieces u made me a cuckold
O, ’tis foul in her.
O, that's filthy in her.
That's nasty of her.
gross. so gross.
With mine officer!
With mine officer!
With mine officer!
With mine officer!
That’s fouler.
That’s fouler.
That’s fouler.
That’s fouler.
Get me some poison, Iago; this night. I’ll not expostulate with her,
lest her body and beauty unprovide my mind again. This night, Iago.
Get me some poison, Iago. Tonight. I won't talk it over with her, because her body and beauty might win my mind back. Tonight, Iago.
Get me poison, Iago. Tonight. I won't even argue with her because her body and face might make me change my mind. Tonight, Iago.
get me poison tonight iago can't talk 2 her or she'll change my mind w her beauty tonight iago
Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath
contaminated.
Don't do it with poison. Strangle her in her bed, in the very bed she's contaminated.
Don't use poison. Strangle her in her bed—the same bed she's ruined.
don't poison her strangle her in her bed the bed she contaminated
Good, good. The justice of it pleases. Very good.
Excellent, excellent. The rightness of this plan appeals to me. Most excellent.
Yes, yes. That's the right punishment. That pleases me. Perfect.
yes yes. justice pleases me. perfect.
And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker. You shall hear more by
midnight.
And as for Cassio, let me handle him. You'll hear more by midnight.
And I'll take care of Cassio for you. You'll get an update by midnight.
i'll handle cassio u'll hear more by midnight
Excellent good. [_A trumpet within._] What trumpet is that same?
Excellent, good. What trumpet is that sound?
Excellent. What's that trumpet sound?
excellent. what trumpet is that?
Something from Venice, sure. ’Tis Lodovico
Come from the duke. See, your wife is with him.
Something from Venice, surely. It's Lodovico Come from the duke. Look, your wife is with him.
Something from Venice, I'm sure. It's Lodovico, sent from the duke. Look, your wife's with him.
probably venice it's lodovico from the duke desdemona's w/ him
Save you, worthy general!
Welcome and health to you, worthy general!
Greetings to you, worthy general!
hey general! welcome!
With all my heart, sir.
I receive your words most sincerely and gladly, sir.
Absolutely, with complete sincerity.
for real all my heart
The duke and senators of Venice greet you.
I bring you greetings from the duke and the senators of Venice.
The duke and the senators of Venice send their greetings.
the duke & senate of venice greet u
I kiss the instrument of their pleasures.
I kiss the hand that carries their wishes.
I'm honored to receive their message.
honored 2 receive their message
And what’s the news, good cousin Lodovico?
And what's the news, dear cousin Lodovico?
So what's the news, Lodovico?
news lodovico? what's happening?
I am very glad to see you, signior.
Welcome to Cyprus.
I'm very glad to see you, sir. Welcome to Cyprus.
I'm really glad to see you. Welcome to Cyprus.
glad 2 c u welcome 2 cyprus
Lodovico arrives from Venice with a letter recalling Othello and giving command to Cassio — and he arrives at the worst possible moment, to witness Othello strike Desdemona in public. His presence is crucial: it introduces a witness who knows what Othello was and can measure the distance to what he has become. 'Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate call all in all sufficient? Is this the nature whom passion could not shake?' Lodovico's question is the play's question. And the answer is: yes, this is him. Not a different man, but the same man, with everything stable in him destroyed. That is what makes the tragedy of Othello so unbearable — not that a bad man does a terrible thing, but that a good man does.
I thank you. How does Lieutenant Cassio?
Thank you. How is Lieutenant Cassio?
Thanks. How's Lieutenant Cassio doing?
thanks. how's cassio?
Lives, sir.
Lives, sir.
Lives, sir.
Lives, sir.
Cousin, there’s fall’n between him and my lord
An unkind breach, but you shall make all well.
Cousin, there's been an unkind break between him and my lord, But you can make it right.
Cousin, there's been some bad blood between Othello and Cassio, but you can help fix it.
cousin there's beef between othello & cassio u can fix it
Are you sure of that?
Are you sure about that?
You're confident about that?
ur sure about that?
My lord?
My lord?
My lord?
My lord?
[_Reads._] “This fail you not to do, as you will—”
Make sure you do this, or else—
Don't forget to do this, or—
dont fail to do this
He did not call; he’s busy in the paper.
Is there division ’twixt my lord and Cassio?
He didn't speak; he's busy reading the message. Is there conflict between my lord and Cassio?
He didn't say anything; he's reading the letter. Is there actually a problem between Othello and Cassio?
he didn't say anything he's reading the letter is there really a problem between them?
A most unhappy one. I would do much
To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio.
I'm very unhappy. I would do a lot to reconcile them, because of the love I have for Cassio.
I'm really upset about this. I'd do anything to make peace between them because I care so much about Cassio.
im so upset id do anything to fix this i really care about cassio
Fire and brimstone!
Fire and brimstone!
Fire and brimstone!
Fire and brimstone!
My lord?
My lord?
My lord?
My lord?
Are you wise?
Are you wise?
Are you wise?
Are you wise?
What, is he angry?
Is he really angry?
Is he mad at me?
is he mad?
May be the letter mov’d him;
For, as I think, they do command him home,
Deputing Cassio in his government.
Maybe the letter upset him; because, as I think, they order him to go home and put Cassio in charge of his position.
The letter probably got to him. I think they're ordering him back home and putting Cassio in command instead.
letter probably upset him they're sending him home cassio's taking over
Trust me, I am glad on’t.
Believe me, I'm glad about it.
I'm really happy to hear that, honestly.
im so glad about that
Indeed!
Indeed!
Indeed!
Indeed!
My lord?
My lord?
My lord?
My lord?
I am glad to see you mad.
I'm glad to see you angry.
I'm happy to see you furious.
glad ur mad
Why, sweet Othello?
Why, sweet Othello?
Why, sweet Othello?
Why, sweet Othello?
Devil!
Devil!
Devil!
Devil!
I have not deserv’d this.
I haven't deserved this.
I don't deserve this.
i dont deserve this
My lord, this would not be believ’d in Venice,
Though I should swear I saw’t: ’tis very much.
Make her amends. She weeps.
My lord, this would not be believed in Venice, even if I swore I saw it myself; this is very serious. Make it up to her. She's crying.
My lord, nobody in Venice would believe this even if I swore I witnessed it myself. This is way too much. You should apologize to her. Look, she's crying.
no one would believe this in venice too much man apologize to her she's crying
O devil, devil!
If that the earth could teem with woman’s tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.
Out of my sight!
Devil, devil! If the earth could be filled with women's tears, each drop she sheds would prove to be a crocodile. Get out of my sight!
Devil! If the whole world was filled with women's tears, every tear she cries would turn into a crocodile. Get away from me!
devil devil if earth was full of womens tears each one would be a crocodile get out
I will not stay to offend you.
I will not stay here and offend you.
I'm not going to stick around and upset you further.
ill leave so i dont upset u
Truly, an obedient lady.
I do beseech your lordship, call her back.
She's truly an obedient lady. I beg you, your lordship, call her back.
She's certainly obedient. Please, sir, call her back.
shes obedient please call her back
Mistress!
Mistress!
Mistress!
Mistress!
My lord?
My lord?
My lord?
My lord?
What would you with her, sir?
What do you want with her, sir?
What do you want from her?
what do u want with her
Who, I, my lord?
Who, me, my lord?
Me, my lord?
me?
Ay, you did wish that I would make her turn.
Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again. And she can weep, sir, weep;
And she’s obedient, as you say, obedient,
Very obedient. Proceed you in your tears.
Concerning this, sir,—O well-painted passion!
I am commanded home.—Get you away;
I’ll send for you anon.—Sir, I obey the mandate,
And will return to Venice.—Hence, avaunt!
Yes, you did wish I would make her turn away. Sir, she can turn and turn and still keep going, and turn again. And she can cry, sir, cry; and she's obedient, as you say, obedient, very obedient. Go ahead with your tears. Concerning this, sir—what well-acted emotion! I'm ordered home.—Get away from here; I'll send for you later.—Sir, I obey the order and will return to Venice.—Get out, leave!
Yes, you wanted me to make her leave. Well, she can turn and turn and keep moving, then turn some more. And she can cry, she can definitely cry; and she's obedient, like you said, obedient, so very obedient. Keep crying then. As for this, sir—what perfectly fake emotion! I'm being sent home.—Get out of here; I'll send for you later.—Sir, I'm following orders and I'll go back to Venice.—Now get out of my sight!
yeah u wanted her to turn away she can turn and turn and turn she cries and shes obedient obedient very obedient fake emotions im ordered home get out ill send for u later im going to venice leave
Cassio shall have my place. And, sir, tonight,
I do entreat that we may sup together.
You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus. Goats and monkeys!
Cassio will have my position. And sir, tonight I'm asking that we eat dinner together. You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus. Goats and monkeys!
Cassio's getting my job. And tonight, I'd really like us to have dinner together. You're welcome here in Cyprus, sir. Goats and monkeys!
cassio takes my place we eat dinner tonight welcome to cyprus goats and monkeys!
Is this the noble Moor, whom our full senate
Call all in all sufficient? Is this the nature
Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue
The shot of accident nor dart of chance
Could neither graze nor pierce?
Is this the noble Moor, whom our whole senate considers completely capable? Is this the man whose nature passion could not shake? whose strong virtue neither the blow of accident nor the dart of chance could graze or pierce?
Is this the noble Moor that our whole senate thought was perfectly qualified? Is this the man whose character couldn't be shaken by passion? whose strong moral strength couldn't be touched by accidents or bad luck?
is this the noble moor the senate thought was perfect? this guy couldnt be shaken by passion? accidents couldnt touch him?
He is much chang’d.
He has changed greatly.
He's really not the same person anymore.
hes changed so much
Are his wits safe? Is he not light of brain?
Is his mind intact? Is he not mentally unsound?
Is he mentally okay? Isn't he losing his mind?
is he okay mentally? is he losing it?
He’s that he is. I may not breathe my censure
What he might be. If what he might he is not,
I would to heaven he were!
He is what he is. I cannot voice my judgment about what he might be. If he is not what he could be, I would wish to heaven that he were!
He is who he is. I can't say what I think he might be. If he's not what he could be, I wish to God that he were!
he is what he is i cant say what i think if hes not what he could be i wish he was
What, strike his wife?
What, did he strike his wife?
He actually hit his wife?
he laid hands on her?
Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knew
That stroke would prove the worst!
Indeed, that was not right; yet I would hope that blow proves to be the worst!
Honestly, that wasn't right; but I hope that hit was the worst of it!
that wasnt right but i hope thats the worst of it
Is it his use?
Or did the letters work upon his blood,
And new-create this fault?
Is it his habit? Or did the letters work on his passions and create this fault anew?
Is this how he usually acts? Or did the letters trigger this and cause this new behavior?
is this normal for him? or did the letters cause this?
Alas, alas!
It is not honesty in me to speak
What I have seen and known. You shall observe him,
And his own courses will denote him so
That I may save my speech: do but go after,
And mark how he continues.
Alas, alas! It would not be honest for me to speak what I have seen and known. You shall observe him, and his own actions will reveal him so clearly that I don't need to speak; just follow him and see how he continues.
Sadly, it's not right for me to say what I've seen and know. Just watch him yourself and his own actions will show you everything I could say. Follow him and see what he does.
its not right for me to say what ive seen just watch him yourself his actions will show u everything follow him and see
I am sorry that I am deceiv’d in him.
I am sorry that I was wrong about him.
I'm really disappointed that I misjudged him.
im sorry i was wrong about him
The Reckoning
Iago's technique evolves in this scene from suggestion to staging. Having planted the ideas in 3-3, he now gives Othello something to see. But what Othello sees — Cassio laughing about Bianca — is a completely different play than the one Othello believes he is watching. The scene is built on the structural irony of partial information: Iago knows everything, Othello thinks he knows everything, and they are watching the same event see entirely different things. The epileptic fit that begins the scene shows us what the accumulated poison has done to Othello's body; the eavesdropping pantomime shows what it has done to his mind; and Othello's public strike against Desdemona shows what it is doing to his marriage and honor.
If this happened today…
Your colleague who has been poisoning your opinion of your partner now puts you behind a one-way mirror while they have a conversation with someone who jokes about a date they went on. Your colleague has told you the conversation is about your partner. You can't hear it properly. You watch the person laugh, gesture, look pleased with themselves. Your colleague comes out and tells you exactly what they said. You believe it completely. You go home in a state.