Othello
Welcome to Cyprus
The Tragedy of Othello Moor of Venice
Despise Me If I Do Not
O Sir Content You
Sir I Will Answer Anything
Farewell
It Is Too True an Evil
Nay but He Prated
Let Him Do His Spite
Something From Cyprus As I May Divine
O Thou Foul Thief Where Hast Thou Stow'd My Daughter
This Cannot Be
Most Potent Grave and Reverend Signiors
A Maiden Never Bold
Her Father Lov'd Me Oft Invited Me
My Noble Father
God Be with You I Have Done
Let Me Speak Like Yourself and Lay a Sentence
So Let the Turk of Cyprus Us Beguile
The Turk with a Most Mighty Preparation Makes for Cyprus
The Tyrant Custom Most Grave Senators
That I Did Love the Moor To Live with Him
Let Her Have Your Voice
Virtue a Fig 'tis in Ourselves That We Are Thus or Thus
It Is Merely a Lust of the Blood and a Permission of the Will
Thou Art Sure of Me
Thus Do I Ever Make My Fool My Purse
She That I Spake Of Our Great Captain's Captain
She That Was Ever Fair and Never Proud
He Takes Her By the Palm
It Gives Me Wonder Great As My Content
Come Let Us To the Castle
Lay Thy Finger Thus and Let Thy Soul Be Instructed
Lechery By This Hand
Sir He Is Rash and Very Sudden in Choler and Haply with His
That Cassio Loves Her I Do Well Believe It
It Is Othello's Pleasure Our Noble and Valiant General That Upon
If I Can Fasten but One Cup Upon Him
Why How Now Ho From Whence Ariseth This
I Do Not Know
Now By Heaven
Touch Me Not So Near
As I Am an Honest Man I Thought You Had Received Some Bodily Wound
You or Any Man Living May Be Drunk at a Time Man
And What's He Then That Says I Play the Villain
How Poor Are They That Have Not Patience
Good Morrow Good Lieutenant
Do Not Doubt That
Why Then Tomorrow Night or Tuesday Morn
Think My Lord By Heaven He Echoes Me
I Do Beseech You
Why Why Is This
I Am Glad of It for Now I Shall Have Reason
Ay There's the Point
Returning
This Fellow's of Exceeding Honesty
I Am Glad I Have Found This Napkin
I Had Been Happy If the General Camp
It Were a Tedious Difficulty I Think
I Do Not Like the Office
Never Iago
That Is a Fault
Madam My Former Suit
Alas Thrice-Gentle Cassio
Something Sure of State
Lie with Her Lie on Her
Good Sir Be a Man
Stand You Awhile Apart
Let the Devil and His Dam Haunt You What Did You Mean By That Same
Ay You Did Wish That I Would Make Her Turn
Had It Pleas'd Heaven
Was This Fair Paper This Most Goodly Book
A Halter Pardon Him and Hell Gnaw His Bones
Alas Iago
Ay If You Dare Do Yourself a Profit and a Right
Yes a Dozen
I Have Rubb'd This Young Quat Almost To the Sense
It Is the Cause It Is the Cause My Soul
Yes
Behold I Have a Weapon
Soft You
To Iago