You have seen nothing, then?
So you've seen nothing then?
So you haven't seen anything?
so literally nothing?
Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.
And I've never heard anything or suspected anything.
I've never heard a thing or suspected anything was wrong.
never heard anything never suspected anything
Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.
Yes, you have seen Cassio and her together.
You've definitely seen Cassio and her together.
you saw them together
But then I saw no harm, and then I heard
Each syllable that breath made up between them.
But at that time I saw nothing wrong, and then I heard every word that their breathing shaped between them.
But I didn't see anything bad going on, and I heard every single word they said to each other.
didn't see anything wrong heard everything they said
What, did they never whisper?
What, they never whispered together?
They never whispered to each other?
they never whispered?
Never, my lord.
Never, my lord.
No, sir, never.
nope
Nor send you out o’ the way?
And you were never sent away for their privacy?
You were never sent out of the room so they could be alone?
never sent away?
Never.
Never.
Never.
no
To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?
To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, or anything like that?
To go get her fan, gloves, mask—any of those things?
fetch her stuff? fan, gloves, mask?
Never, my lord.
Never, my lord.
No, sir, never.
never
That’s strange.
That's strange.
That's odd.
weird
I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest,
Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other,
Remove your thought, it doth abuse your bosom.
If any wretch have put this in your head,
Let heaven requite it with the serpent’s curse,
For if she be not honest, chaste, and true,
There’s no man happy. The purest of their wives
Is foul as slander.
I would dare to bet my soul, my lord, that she is faithful. If you think otherwise, get rid of that thought—it's poisoning your heart. If some villain has put this idea in your head, may heaven curse them as it cursed the serpent. Because if she is not faithful, chaste, and true, then no man can be happy. The most pure of all wives would seem as foul as slander itself.
I'm willing to bet my soul she's faithful, my lord. If you think different, drop that thought right now—it's eating you up inside. Some villain put this poison in your head, and heaven should curse them for it. Because if she's not faithful and true, then no man can ever be happy. Even the most perfect wife would look as bad as a dirty rumor.
she's faithful i'd bet my soul get that poison out of your head some villain did this to you no man's happy if she's not true
Bid her come hither. Go.
Tell her to come here. Go.
Tell her to come in here. Now go.
get her go
She says enough. Yet she’s a simple bawd
That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,
A closet lock and key of villainous secrets.
And yet she’ll kneel and pray. I have seen her do ’t.
She's said enough. But she's just a simple prostitute who can't manage this kind of deception. This is a cunning whore—a locked chamber holding villainous secrets inside. And yet she'll kneel and pray. I've seen her do it.
She's talked enough. But she's just a common sex worker who can't hide things like this one does. This is a clever whore—a locked-up chest full of dirty secrets. And yet she still kneels down and prays like she's holy. I've watched her do it.
she's just a common prostitute can't conceal like this woman does this one locks up her secrets but still acts pious
My lord, what is your will?
My lord, what do you want?
What do you need, my lord?
what do u want
Pray, chuck, come hither.
Please, sweetheart, come here.
Come here, babe, please.
come here babe
What is your pleasure?
What would you like me to do?
What do you want?
what do u need
Let me see your eyes.
Look in my face.
Let me look into your eyes. Look at my face.
Look at me. Look me in the eye.
look at me face to face
What horrible fancy’s this?
What is this horrible delusion?
What is this awful idea?
what's this horrible thought
[_To Emilia._] Some of your function, mistress,
Leave procreants alone, and shut the door.
Cough, or cry hem, if anybody come.
Your mystery, your mystery. Nay, dispatch.
Do your job, mistress. Leave the lovers alone and shut the door. Cough or cry out if anyone comes. Your craft, your craft. Come on, hurry up.
Do your work, woman. Leave them alone and shut that door. Give us a signal if anyone comes by. Do your job. Move!
do ur job leave them alone signal if someone comes hurry up
Upon my knees, what doth your speech import?
I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.
On my knees, what are you saying? I can hear rage in your voice, But I don't understand the words.
I'm begging you—what are you saying? I can hear the anger in your voice, but I don't understand what you mean.
i don't get it i hear the anger but what are u saying
Why, what art thou?
Who are you?
What are you?
who are u
Your wife, my lord, your true and loyal wife.
Your wife, my lord—your faithful and loyal wife.
I'm your wife, my lord—a true and loyal one.
i'm your wife faithful & loyal
Come, swear it, damn thyself,
Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves
Should fear to seize thee. Therefore be double-damn’d.
Swear thou art honest.
Come, swear it, damn yourself, Unless you're like an angel, then even devils Would be afraid to seize you. So be doubly damned. Swear that you are faithful.
Swear it! Damn yourself with this oath. Unless you're like an angel—then even demons would be afraid to touch you. So go ahead and damn yourself twice over. Swear that you're faithful.
swear it damn yourself swear you're faithful
Heaven doth truly know it.
Heaven truly knows it.
God knows that's true.
god knows i am
Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
Heaven truly knows that you are false as hell.
Heaven knows you're as false as hell.
u r false as hell
To whom, my lord? With whom? How am I false?
To whom, my lord? With whom? How could I possibly be unfaithful?
With whom? Who? How could I have been unfaithful?
with who? how could i be false? this makes no sense
O Desdemona, away! away! away!
Desdemona, go away! Go away! Get away from me!
Desdemona, get away! Just go! Leave me alone!
go away just leave get out
Alas the heavy day, why do you weep?
Am I the motive of these tears, my lord?
If haply you my father do suspect
An instrument of this your calling back,
Lay not your blame on me. If you have lost him,
Why, I have lost him too.
What a terrible day this is—why are you crying? Am I the reason for these tears, my lord? If by chance you suspect my father of being the cause of your being called back, Don't blame me for it. If you have lost your father, Why, I have lost him too.
What a horrible day. Why are you crying? Am I the reason for these tears, my lord? If you think my father had something to do with you being called back, don't blame me for it. If you've lost your father, I've lost him too.
why are u crying why blame me if u lost him i lost him 2
Had it pleas’d heaven
To try me with affliction, had they rain’d
All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head,
Steep’d me in poverty to the very lips,
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes,
I should have found in some place of my soul
A drop of patience. But, alas, to make me
A fixed figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at.
Yet could I bear that too, well, very well:
But there, where I have garner’d up my heart,
Where either I must live or bear no life,
The fountain from the which my current runs,
Or else dries up, to be discarded thence,
Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads
To knot and gender in!—turn thy complexion there,
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp’d cherubin,
Ay, there, look grim as hell!
If it had pleased heaven to test me with suffering, if they had rained every kind of wound and shame on my bare head, plunged me into poverty to the point of drowning, taken my freedom and all my hope, I should have found somewhere in my soul a drop of patience. But, alas, to turn me into a fixed target for time's mockery for scorn to point its slow, unmoving finger at. I could even bear that well enough, very well indeed. But where I have gathered up my heart, where I must either live or have no life at all, the fountain from which my life flows, to be cast out from there, or to keep it as a cistern for foul toads to writhe and breed in—how can patience endure that? Look at what's happened there, Patience, young and rosy-lipped angel, Yes, there—look as grim as hell!
If heaven had wanted to test me with suffering—if it had rained every kind of pain and shame on my head, drowned me in poverty, taken away my freedom and all my hope—I could have found the patience to bear it. I could even handle becoming the butt of everyone's jokes, the person everyone points at and mocks. I could live with that, actually. But the one thing I can't bear is betrayal in the place where I've put my whole heart, where I have to either love completely or not live at all. The source of my whole life becoming ruined—I can't accept that. Patience, you innocent young thing, how can you even exist when something so horrible happens?
i could bear poverty i could bear shame i could bear captivity even mockery but not this not betrayal not where my heart is not where i live
I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
I hope you believe I am faithful, my noble lord.
I hope you still think I'm faithful, my lord.
i hope u think i'm faithful
O, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles,
That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair, and smell’st so sweet,
That the sense aches at thee,
Would thou hadst ne’er been born!
Yes, as surely as summer flies swarm in the butcher shop, coming alive even from a touch. You beautiful weed, who are so lovely to look at and smell so sweet that the senses ache at your presence— I wish you had never been born!
Oh yes—like the flies that swarm all over a butcher shop, alive and crawling everywhere. You're a beautiful weed, gorgeous to look at, smelling so sweet that it hurts to be near you. I wish you had never been born!
ur beautiful like flies on meat beautiful but toxic i wish u were never born
Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?
Alas, what unknown sin have I committed?
What sin have I committed? I don't even know what I did!
what sin did i commit i don't even know
Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
Made to write “whore” upon? What committed?
Committed! O thou public commoner!
I should make very forges of my cheeks,
That would to cinders burn up modesty,
Did I but speak thy deeds. What committed!
Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks;
The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets,
Is hush’d within the hollow mine of earth,
And will not hear it. What committed!
Impudent strumpet!
Was this beautiful paper, this excellent book, made only to have 'whore' written on it? What has she done? What has she done? You public prostitute! My cheeks should become forges that burn modesty to ashes, if I only spoke what you have done. What has she done! Heaven turns away from it, and even the moon closes her eyes. The lustful wind, that kisses everything it meets, has hidden itself deep in the earth and refuses to hear it. What has she done! You shameless whore!
This beautiful woman, this perfect book—was she made just to be labeled a whore? What did she do? WHAT DID SHE DO? You prostitute! If I even spoke what you've done, my face would burn red hot enough to destroy all shame. What did she do! Heaven is disgusted, the moon won't even look. The lustful wind itself, that touches everything, has buried itself in the ground just to avoid hearing about this. What did she do! You shameless woman!
beautiful like a book written w/ 'whore' on it what did u do heaven won't hear it the world rejects u
By heaven, you do me wrong.
By heaven, you are wrong about me.
You're wrong about me, I swear.
u r wrong abt me
When Othello sends Emilia out of the room with the instruction to 'leave procreants alone' and 'use your mystery,' he is not merely insulting his wife — he is performing a complete cognitive restructuring of his own marriage. The bedroom has become a brothel; Desdemona has become a purchased woman; Emilia has become the madam. This is Iago's poison at its most complete: he has not merely made Othello doubt Desdemona's fidelity, he has made him reconceive the entire relationship as transactional and degraded. The tragedy deepens when we notice that Othello does this even while clearly still loving Desdemona — 'the pity of it, Iago' in the previous scene, and the way he pauses when she weeps. He is destroying what he loves most, and he knows it, and he cannot stop.
Are not you a strumpet?
Are you not a prostitute?
Aren't you a prostitute?
ur a prostitute
No, as I am a Christian:
If to preserve this vessel for my lord
From any other foul unlawful touch
Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
No, and I swear it as a Christian. If keeping this body pure for my lord, free from any other foul, unlawful touch, means I'm not a prostitute, then I am not one.
No, I swear it. If being faithful to my lord—keeping my body for him alone, free from any other man—if that means I'm not a whore, then I'm not one.
no i kept myself for u only i'm faithful
What, not a whore?
What—you're claiming you're not a whore?
You're seriously telling me you're not a whore?
ur not a whore? lol
No, as I shall be sav’d.
No, as I hope for salvation.
No, as I hope to be saved.
no i swear it
Is’t possible?
Is it possible?
How is that even possible?
how is that possible
O, heaven forgive us!
Oh, may heaven forgive us!
God forgive us!
god help us
I cry you mercy then.
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice
That married with Othello.—You, mistress,
I beg your pardon then. I mistook you for that clever whore of Venice who married Othello.—You, madam,
My apologies then. I thought you were that clever whore from Venice who married me, Othello. You, madam—
my bad thought u were that whore from venice
That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
And keeps the gate of hell. You, you, ay, you!
We have done our course; there’s money for your pains.
I pray you turn the key, and keep our counsel.
You, who hold the opposite position to Saint Peter and keep the gate of hell open. You, you, yes, you! We've finished our business; here's payment for your services. I ask you to lock the door and keep our secret.
You, who keep the gates of hell open instead of keeping heaven's gates like Saint Peter. You, yes, you! We're done here. Take this money for your work. Lock the door and don't breathe a word about it.
u keep hell's gates open not heaven's like st peter here's ur payment shut up and lock the door
Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
How do you, madam? How do you, my good lady?
Alas, what is this man thinking? How are you, madam? How are you, my good lady?
What in the world is he thinking? How are you holding up, my lady?
what's wrong w/ him u ok
Faith, half asleep.
Honestly, half asleep.
Honestly, I'm half asleep.
half asleep tbh
Good madam, what’s the matter with my lord?
Good madam, what is the matter with my lord?
What's wrong with your husband, my lady?
what's wrong w/ ur lord
With who?
With who?
With who?
With who?
Why, with my lord, madam.
Why, with your husband, madam.
With your husband, my lady.
ur husband madam
Who is thy lord?
Who is your lord?
Who is my lord?
who's my lord
He that is yours, sweet lady.
The one who is yours, sweet lady.
Your husband, my sweet lady.
your husband lady
I have none. Do not talk to me, Emilia,
I cannot weep, nor answer have I none
But what should go by water. Prithee, tonight
Lay on my bed my wedding sheets, remember,
And call thy husband hither.
I have no lord anymore. Don't speak to me, Emilia. I cannot weep, and the only response I have is what should flow as tears. Please, tonight, lay out my wedding sheets on my bed, remember that, and call your husband here.
I don't have a lord. Don't talk to me, Emilia. I can't cry, and all I can do is what tears should do. Please put my wedding sheets on the bed tonight—remember them—and get your husband.
i have no lord don't talk to me put my wedding sheets on the bed get your husband
Here’s a change indeed!
Here is quite a change indeed!
Well, that's quite a change!
sudden change lol
’Tis meet I should be us’d so, very meet.
How have I been behav’d, that he might stick
The small’st opinion on my least misuse?
It is fitting that I should be treated this way, very fitting. What have I done that he might form even the smallest suspicion from my slightest mistake?
It's right that he treats me this way, actually. What have I done that would make him suspect me based on any small mistake?
i deserve this what did i do wrong i gave him no reason
What is your pleasure, madam? How is’t with you?
What would please you, madam? How are you?
What can I do for you, madam? How are you holding up?
u ok
I cannot tell. Those that do teach young babes
Do it with gentle means and easy tasks.
He might have chid me so, for, in good faith,
I am a child to chiding.
I cannot say. Those who teach young children do it with gentle methods and easy lessons. He might have scolded me that way, because truly, I am like a child when it comes to criticism.
I don't know. People who teach little kids do it gently, with easy lessons. He could have criticized me the same way, because honestly, I'm fragile about being scolded.
idk i'm sensitive to criticism like a child
What’s the matter, lady?
What is the matter, lady?
What's wrong, my lady?
what's wrong
Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor’d her,
Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her,
As true hearts cannot bear.
Alas, Iago, my lord has called her such foul names, thrown such contempt and harsh words at her, as no faithful heart could bear.
Iago, your lord has been calling her the worst names, saying such cruel things that no good person could stand it.
he's been so cruel calling her names no one deserves that
Am I that name, Iago?
Am I really that kind of person, Iago?
Is that what I am, Iago?
is that me
What name, fair lady?
Which name are you referring to, beautiful lady?
What name are you asking about, beautiful lady?
what name
Such as she says my lord did say I was.
Such as Emilia says my lord called me.
Whatever my lord called me—that word.
what he called me
He call’d her whore: a beggar in his drink
Could not have laid such terms upon his callet.
He called her a whore. A beggar drunk on alcohol could not have thrown such insults at his own prostitute.
He called her a whore—a drunk beggar wouldn't even insult his own girlfriend like that.
he called her whore even drunk beggars r nicer to their girls
Why did he so?
Why did he do that?
Why would he do that?
y would he
I do not know. I am sure I am none such.
I do not know. I am sure I am no such thing.
I don't know. But I know I'm not that.
idk but i'm not that
Do not weep, do not weep: alas the day!
Do not cry, do not cry—what a terrible day this is!
Don't cry, don't cry—what an awful day!
don't cry this is awful
Hath she forsook so many noble matches,
Her father, and her country, and her friends,
To be call’d whore? would it not make one weep?
Has she abandoned so many noble suitors, her father, her country, and her friends, only to be called a whore? Would that not make anyone weep?
She gave up so many great men, her father, her country, her friends—all for Othello. And now he calls her a whore? Wouldn't that make anyone cry?
she gave up everything for him her father, her country and he calls her whore of course she's crying
It is my wretched fortune.
It is my miserable fate.
This is my terrible luck.
this is my bad luck
Beshrew him for’t!
How comes this trick upon him?
Curse him for it! How did this delusion come upon him?
Curse him for it! How did he get this crazy idea?
curse him how'd he get this idea
Nay, heaven doth know.
No, only heaven knows.
Only God knows.
god knows
I will be hang’d, if some eternal villain,
Some busy and insinuating rogue,
Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office,
Have not devis’d this slander. I’ll be hang’d else.
I will be hanged if some eternal villain, some scheming and manipulative rogue, some lying, deceitful slave, to gain some position, has not created this slander. I'll be hanged otherwise.
I'll be hanged if some villain hasn't made up this lie to get ahead. Some scheming, manipulative liar did this. I'm sure of it.
some lying villain made this up to get power i know it
Fie, there is no such man. It is impossible.
Shame, there is no such man. It is impossible.
Impossible, there's no such man.
no way impossible
Emilia in this scene does three things that matter: she defends Desdemona absolutely and correctly against Othello's questions, she correctly identifies that some scheming rogue invented the slander ('some cogging, cozening slave to get some office'), and she asks the right question — 'would it not make one weep?' — at the right moment. What she cannot do is connect these correct observations to her own husband. The play has structured her knowledge to be just wide enough to see the shape of the crime but not who committed it. This will change in 5-2, when she finally sees the handkerchief and puts everything together. But in 4-2 she is the play's moral witness, arriving slightly too late at each insight to prevent anything.
If any such there be, heaven pardon him!
If any such man exists, may heaven forgive him!
If such a man exists, God forgive him!
if he exists god forgive him
A halter pardon him, and hell gnaw his bones!
Why should he call her whore? who keeps her company?
What place? what time? what form? what likelihood?
The Moor’s abused by some most villainous knave,
Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow.
O heaven, that such companions thou’dst unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip
To lash the rascals naked through the world
Even from the east to the west!
Let a noose pardon him, and hell consume his bones! Why should he call her a whore? Who has she been with? What place? What time? What could he be thinking? The Moor has been abused by some villainous knave, some base, notorious knave, some worthless fellow. Oh heaven, if only you would reveal such villains, and put a whip in the hand of every honest person to lash these rascals naked through the world, from the east to the west!
Let him hang, and let hell torture him! Why would he call her a whore? Who has she been with? When? How? The Moor has been tricked by some villain, some worthless, awful liar. God, I wish you would reveal this villain and give every good person a whip to beat him across the entire world!
let him hang let hell torture him some villain did this i hope god exposes him
Speak within door.
Keep your voice down.
Speak quieter—we're indoors.
keep it down
O, fie upon them! Some such squire he was
That turn’d your wit the seamy side without,
And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
Shame on them! Some such gentleman turned your thinking inside out, and made you suspect me with the Moor.
Shame on him! Some gentleman twisted your mind around and made you think I was involved with the Moor.
shame on him he twisted ur mind made u think i was involved
You are a fool. Go to.
You are a fool. Be gone.
You're being foolish. Leave it alone.
ur being dumb
Alas, Iago,
What shall I do to win my lord again?
Good friend, go to him. For by this light of heaven,
I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel.
If e’er my will did trespass ’gainst his love,
Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Delighted them in any other form,
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
And ever will, (though he do shake me off
To beggarly divorcement) love him dearly,
Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love. I cannot say “whore,”
It does abhor me now I speak the word;
To do the act that might the addition earn
Not the world’s mass of vanity could make me.
Alas, Iago, What can I do to win my lord back? Good friend, go to him. By this light of heaven, I don't know how I lost him. Here I kneel. If ever my will went against his love, either in thought or in deed, or if my eyes, my ears, or any sense delighted in any other man, or if I do not still, and have always, and will always love him dearly—though he might cast me off to a divorce and poverty—may comfort abandon me! Cruelty may do much to us, and his cruelty may end my life, but it will never corrupt my love. I cannot even say the word 'whore,' it disgusts me to speak it. I would never do the act to earn that name— no amount of wealth could make me.
Iago, what can I do? How do I win him back? Please, go talk to him. I swear by heaven, I don't know how I lost him. I'm begging you. I've never betrayed his love in thought or in deed. My eyes, my ears, nothing—I've never wanted anyone else. I love him now, I always have, I always will—even if he divorces me and leaves me with nothing. I promise this or may I have no peace. His cruelty is killing me, but it will never kill my love. I can't even say that word about myself. It's disgusting. Nothing—no amount of money—could make me do that.
what do i do to win him back i don't know how i lost him i never betrayed him not in thought or deed i love him still always will even if he leaves me nothing could make me do what he says
I pray you, be content. ’Tis but his humour.
The business of the state does him offence,
And he does chide with you.
I beg you, be calm. It is just his mood. State business is bothering him, and he is scolding you because of it.
Please, calm down. It's just his mood. Work stress is getting to him, and he's taking it out on you.
calm down just his mood work stress
If ’twere no other,—
If that were the only reason—
If that's all it was—
if that's all
’Tis but so, I warrant.
It is just so, I assure you.
That's all it is, trust me.
that's it, trust me
Hark, how these instruments summon to supper.
The messengers of Venice stay the meat.
Go in, and weep not. All things shall be well.
Listen, the music is calling everyone to dinner. The messengers from Venice are waiting for the meal. Go inside, don't cry. Everything will be fine.
Did you hear that? The music's calling everyone to eat. The Venetian envoys are waiting for food. Go on in, stop crying now. It'll all work out.
hear the music calling dinner? venice's messengers r waiting go inside stop crying it'll be ok
How now, Roderigo?
How are things with you, Roderigo?
Hey Roderigo, what's going on?
hey roderigo what's up?
I do not find that thou dealest justly with me.
I don't believe you are dealing fairly with me.
I don't think you're being fair to me.
ur not being fair
What in the contrary?
What is contrary to that?
What do you mean?
what
Every day thou daffest me with some device, Iago, and rather, as it
seems to me now, keepest from me all conveniency than suppliest me with
the least advantage of hope. I will indeed no longer endure it. Nor am
I yet persuaded to put up in peace what already I have foolishly
suffered.
Every day you fool me with some scheme, Iago, and it seems to me now that you keep away from me all advantage rather than giving me even the least hope. I will no longer endure this. I am not willing to accept in peace what I have already foolishly suffered.
You fool me every day with some new scheme, Iago. It seems to me you're keeping all the benefits for yourself instead of giving me even a tiny bit of hope. I'm done with this. I'm not going to accept what I've already foolishly put up with.
u fool me every day keep all benefits for urself i'm done no more accepting this
Will you hear me, Roderigo?
Will you listen to me, Roderigo?
Just give me a moment, Roderigo.
hear me out
Faith, I have heard too much, for your words and performances are no
kin together.
I have heard too much, because your words and your actions are nothing alike.
I've heard enough. Your words don't match your actions.
u say one thing do another
You charge me most unjustly.
You accuse me most unfairly.
You're accusing me unfairly.
unfair accusation
With naught but truth. I have wasted myself out of my means. The jewels
you have had from me to deliver to Desdemona would half have corrupted
a votarist: you have told me she hath received them, and returned me
expectations and comforts of sudden respect and acquaintance, but I
find none.
With nothing but the truth. I have spent all my money. The jewels you took from me to give to Desdemona would have nearly corrupted a nun—you told me she received them and promised me hope and the comfort of winning her affection, but I have found nothing.
Only the truth. I've spent all my money. Those expensive jewels you took from me to give to Desdemona—they could have turned a nun to sin—you said she got them and promised me she'd return my interest, but nothing has happened.
i spent all my money those jewels were huge u said she got them nothing happened
Well, go to, very well.
Well, very well then.
Alright, fine.
fine
Very well, go to, I cannot go to, man, nor ’tis not very well. Nay, I
say ’tis very scurvy, and begin to find myself fopped in it.
Very well, fine—I cannot accept that, man, and it is not very well. No, I say this is contemptible, and I'm beginning to realize I've been tricked.
Fine? It's not fine! I can't accept that. This whole thing is contemptible, and I'm realizing I've been conned.
it's not fine this is bad i've been conned
Very well.
Very well.
Very well.
Very well.
I tell you ’tis not very well. I will make myself known to Desdemona.
If she will return me my jewels, I will give over my suit and repent my
unlawful solicitation. If not, assure yourself I will seek satisfaction
of you.
I tell you it is not very well. I will go directly to Desdemona. If she returns my jewels, I will stop courting her and regret my improper pursuit. If not, be sure I will seek payment from you.
I'm telling you, this is not okay. I'm going to talk to Desdemona myself. If she gives back my jewels, I'll stop this whole thing. If not, you're going to pay for it.
i'm telling desdemona if she returns jewels i'm done if not ur gonna pay
You have said now.
You have spoken now.
You've made your point.
ok i hear u
Ay, and said nothing but what I protest intendment of doing.
Yes, and I have said nothing but what I am determined to do.
Yes, and I mean every word of it.
yeah & i mean it
Why, now I see there’s mettle in thee, and even from this instant do
build on thee a better opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand,
Roderigo. Thou hast taken against me a most just exception, but yet I
protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair.
Well, now I see you have courage, and from this moment I have a better opinion of you than ever before. Give me your hand, Roderigo. You have made a fair objection against me, but I declare, I have dealt honestly in your affair.
Well, now I see you have courage, and I'm impressed. Shake my hand, Roderigo. You've made a fair point against me, but I swear, I've been honest with you.
ok i respect u now im impressed shake my hand
It hath not appeared.
It has not appeared to be so.
It hasn't looked that way.
doesn't look like it
I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your suspicion is not without
wit and judgement. But, Roderigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed,
which I have greater reason to believe now than ever,—I mean purpose,
courage, and valour,—this night show it. If thou the next night
following enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery
and devise engines for my life.
I grant that it has not appeared so, and your suspicion is not without intelligence and judgment. But Roderigo, if you have what I now have greater reason to believe than ever—I mean purpose, courage, and valor—show it tonight. If you do not have Desdemona the next night following, kill me with treachery and plot against my life.
I admit it hasn't looked that way, and you're right to be suspicious. But Roderigo, if you really have what I think you do now—I mean courage and real determination—prove it tonight. If you don't have Desdemona by tomorrow night, you can kill me for my lies.
ok ur right to be suspicious but prove u have courage get desdemona tomorrow night or kill me
Well, what is it? Is it within reason and compass?
Well, what is your plan? Is it possible and reasonable?
So what's your plan? Is it actually doable?
what's the plan is it even possible
Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice to depute Cassio in
Othello’s place.
Sir, there is a special order that has come from Venice to appoint Cassio in Othello's place.
Sir, Venice has sent a special order to put Cassio in charge instead of Othello.
venice ordered cassio to replace othello
Is that true? Why then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.
Is this really happening? Then Othello and Desdemona will be returning to Venice.
Is that true? Then they'll both go back to Venice.
they're going back to venice no good
O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes away with him the fair
Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered here by some accident: wherein
none can be so determinate as the removing of Cassio.
No, he goes to Mauritania and takes with him the fair Desdemona, unless he stays here because of some accident. And nothing would keep him here more certainly than removing Cassio.
No, he's going to Mauritania and taking Desdemona with him, unless something happens to delay him. And the best way to keep him here is to get rid of Cassio.
he's leaving for mauritania w/ desdemona unless cassio is removed that'll keep him here
How do you mean “removing” of him?
How do you mean 'removing' him?
What do you mean by 'removing' him?
what u mean by removing
Why, by making him uncapable of Othello’s place: knocking out his
brains.
Well, by making him unable to hold Othello's position—by killing him.
By knocking out his brains so he can't do Othello's job.
kill him smash his brains
And that you would have me to do?
And this is something you want me to do?
And you want me to be the one who does it?
u want me to do it
Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right. He sups tonight with
a harlotry, and thither will I go to him. He knows not yet of his
honourable fortune. If you will watch his going thence, which I will
fashion to fall out between twelve and one, you may take him at your
pleasure: I will be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall
between us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with me. I will
show you such a necessity in his death that you shall think yourself
bound to put it on him. It is now high supper-time, and the night grows
to waste. About it.
Yes, if you dare to profit yourself and do what is right. He is dining tonight with a harlot, and I will go to him there. He does not yet know about his important promotion. If you will watch for him when he leaves—which I will arrange to happen between midnight and one—you can take him however you wish. I will be nearby to help you with the attack, and he will fall between us both. Come, don't be shocked by it, but go with me. I will show you such a good reason for his death that you will feel obligated to carry it out. It is now late evening, and the night is slipping away. Let's do it now.
Yes, if you have the guts to profit from it and do what's right. He's having dinner tonight with a prostitute, and I'll go find him there. He doesn't know yet that he's been promoted to a fancy position. If you watch for him when he's leaving—which I'll make happen between midnight and one o'clock—you can take him whenever you want. I'll be right there to help you out, and we'll take him down together. Don't be surprised by this, just come with me. I'll explain why his death is necessary, and you'll feel like you have to do it. It's getting late, we're running out of time. Let's go now.
he's having dinner w/ a prostitute watch for him leaving midnight-1am kill him i'll help u take him down late now let's go
I will hear further reason for this.
I want to hear more of your reasons for this.
I need to hear more about why this is necessary.
explain y
And you shall be satisfied.
And you will be convinced.
And I promise you, you'll understand.
u will understand
The Reckoning
The scene of the brothel — Othello converts his own bedroom into an interrogation room, with Emilia playing the 'madam' and Desdemona playing the whore he has purchased. It is one of the most painful scenes in the play because it puts Desdemona's complete innocence in direct contact with Othello's complete certainty of her guilt, and gives her no tools to fight it. She denies. She weeps. She cannot understand. He has already decided. Meanwhile, the scene's final movement — Iago redirecting Roderigo toward Cassio's murder — shows the machinery still running in parallel. Iago never stops managing multiple plots.
If this happened today…
You come home to find your partner has been questioned about you by your best friend — who asked every intrusive question you can imagine, got emphatic answers in your favor, and still came away convinced you were lying. Your partner tries to have a conversation with you about what's wrong. You call them a whore. They don't know why. You leave. Then your best friend goes to the hallway to talk your mutual acquaintance into killing someone.