Othello

by William Shakespeare

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters 45 Cannot be truly follow’d.

RODERIGO It is silliness to live when to live is torment; and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

CASSIO Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.—My reputation, Iago, my reputation!

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey’d monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on: that cuckold lives in bliss 190 Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;

All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven: 495 ’Tis gone.— Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow hell! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For ’tis of aspics’ tongues!

OTHELLO O devil, devil! If that the earth could teem with woman’s tears, 260 Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.— Out of my sight!

Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.

I am not sorry neither: I’d have thee live; For, in my sense, ’tis happiness to die.