No Fear Shakespeare
Othello
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Act 3, Scene 3, Page 20
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OTHELLO
Oh, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
Now do I see ’tis true. Look here, Iago,
All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven.
'Tis gone.
Arise, black vengeance, from the hollow hell!
Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne
To tyrannous hate! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For ’tis of aspics' tongues!
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OTHELLO
Oh, I’d kill that bastard Cassio forty thousand times
if I could! Killing him once is not enough revenge. Now I see
it’s true. Oh, Iago, all the love I felt is gone,
vanished in the wind. Welcome, hatred and vengeance! Get out of my
heart, love! My heart feels like it’s full of poisonous
snakes!
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IAGO
Yet be
content.
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IAGO
Calm down—
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OTHELLO
Oh, blood, blood, blood!
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OTHELLO
I want blood!
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IAGO
Patience, I say. Your mind may
change.
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IAGO
Be patient, I’m telling you. You may change your mind
later.
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OTHELLO
Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic sea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne'er keeps 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. Now, by yon marble heaven,
In the due reverence of a sacred vow
I here engage my words. (he
kneels)
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OTHELLO
Never, Iago. My thoughts of revenge are flowing through me like a
violent river, never turning back to love, only flowing toward full
revenge that’ll swallow them up. I swear to God
I’ll get revenge. (he
kneels)
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IAGO
Do not rise yet.
Witness, you ever-burning lights above,
You elements that clip us round about,
Witness that here Iago doth give up
The execution of his wit, hands, heart,
To wronged Othello’s service. Let him command,
And to obey shall be in me remorse,
What bloody business ever.
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IAGO
Don’t get up yet. Let heaven be my
witness—I’m putting my mind, my heart, and my
hands in Othello’s control. Let him command me, and
I’ll do whatever he asks, no matter how violent.
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