A maiden never bold, of spirit so still and quiet that he motion blushed at herself.
Brabantio She loved me for the dangers I had passed and I loved her that she did not pity them.
Othello She deceived her father
And in th’essential vesture of creation
The divine Desdemona
She was never foolish that was fair
She first loved the Moor, but for bragging and telling her fantastical lies
Iago She is full of the most blest condition
She is indeed perfection
Our general’s wife is now the general... for he hath devoted and given up himself to... her parts and graces
She is so free so kind, so apt, so blest a disposition
Iago If I have any grace or power to move you
I am obedient
I think my wife honest, and think she is not
A young and sweating devil
Let her rot and perish and be dammed
She might lie by an emperor’s side and command him tasks
Othello I understand the fury in your words, but not your words
Desdemona This is my wretched fortune
His unkindness my defeat me but never taint my love
Desdemona That there be women do abuse their husbands in such gross kind?
Desdemona Will you come to bed my lord?
Kill me tomorrow let me live tonight
Nobody, I myself. Farewell. Commend me to my lord – O farewell!
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