Bartlette's Quotations: Othello.

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1	That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows.	Act i. Sc. 1.
2	The bookish theoric.	Ibid.
3	'T is the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first.	Ibid.
4	We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd.	Ibid.
5	Whip me such honest knaves.	Ibid.
6	I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at.	Ibid.
7	You are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you.	Ibid.
8	The wealthy curled darlings of our nation.	Sc. 2.
9	Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her: The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace: For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love.	Sc. 3.
10	Her father loved me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have passed. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it: Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travels' history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak,--such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline.	Ibid.
11	And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange, 'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful; She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That Heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used.	Ibid.
12	I do perceive here a divided duty.	Ibid.
13	The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief.	Ibid.
14	The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down.	Ibid.
15	I saw Othello's visage in his mind.	Ibid.
16	Put money in thy purse.	Ibid.
17	The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida.	Ibid.
18	Framed to make women false.	Ibid.
19	One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens.	Act ii. Sc. 1.
20	For I am nothing, if not critical.	Ibid.
21	I am not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.	Ibid.
22	She that was ever fair and never proud, Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud.	Ibid.
23	She was a wight, if ever such wight were,-- Des. To do what? Iago. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer. Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion!	Ibid.
24	You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.	Ibid.
25	If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!	Ibid.
26	Egregiously an ass.	Ibid.
27	I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.	Sc. 3.
28	Potations pottle-deep.	Ibid.
29	King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown; He held them sixpence all too dear,-- With that he called the tailor lown.	Ibid.
30	Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle From her propriety.	Ibid.
31	Your name is great In mouths of wisest censure.	Ibid.
32	Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter.	Ibid.
33	Cassio, I love thee; But never more be officer of mine.	Ibid.
34	Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant? Cas. Ay, past all surgery.	Ibid.
35	Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.	Ibid.
36	O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!	Ibid.
37	O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!	Ibid.
38	Cas. Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil. Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used.	Ibid.
39	How poor are they that have not patience!	Ibid.
40	Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.	Act iii. Sc. 3.
41	Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.	Ibid.
42	Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing; 'T was mine, 't is 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.	Ibid.
43	O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.	Ibid.
44	But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!	Ibid.
45	Poor and content is rich and rich enough.	Ibid.
46	To be once in doubt Is once to be resolv'd.	Ibid.
47	If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I 'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.	Ibid.
48	I am declined Into the vale of years.	Ibid.
49	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.	Ibid.
50	Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.	Ibid.
51	Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owedst yesterday.	Ibid.
52	I swear 't is better to be much abused Than but to know 't a little.	Ibid.
53	He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know 't, and he 's not robb'd at all.	Ibid.
54	O, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troop 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!	Ibid.
55	Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof.	Ibid.
56	No hinge nor loop To hang a doubt on.	Ibid.
57	On horror's head horrors accumulate.	Ibid.
58	Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest is not safe.	Ibid.
59	But this denoted a foregone conclusion.	Ibid.
60	Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 't is of aspics' tongues!	Ibid.
61	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.	Ibid.
62	Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.	Sc. 4.
63	To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one.	Act iv. Sc. 1.
64	They laugh that win.	Ibid.
65	But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!	Ibid.
66	I understand a fury in your words, But not the words.	Sc. 2.
67	Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips.	Ibid.
68	But, alas, to make me A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at!	Ibid.
69	Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin.	Ibid.
70	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.	Ibid.
71	O Heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold, And put in every honest hand a whip To lash the rascals naked through the world!	Ibid.
72	'T is neither here nor there.	Sc. 3.
73	It makes us or it mars us.	Act v. Sc. 1.
74	Every way makes my gain.	Ibid.
75	He hath a daily beauty in his life.	Ibid.
76	This is the night That either makes me or fordoes me quite.	Ibid.
77	And smooth as monumental alabaster.	Sc. 2.
78	Put out the light, and then put out the light: If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.	Ibid.
79	So sweet was ne'er so fatal.	Ibid.
80	Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had stomach for them all.	Ibid.
81	One entire and perfect chrysolite.	Ibid.
82	Curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobation.	Ibid.
83	Every puny whipster.	Ibid.
84	Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires.	Ibid.
85	I have done the state some service, and they know 't. No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then, must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum.	Ibid.
86	I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus.	Ibid.