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OTHELLO Revenge

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OTHELLORevenge

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Revenge

In the play, we see two characters who seek revenge on others.IagoOthello

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IAGO I hate the Moor;

And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheetsHe has done my office: I know not if 't be true;But I, for mere suspicion in that kind, will do as if for surety. (1.3)

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The Moor is of a free and open nature,That thinks men honest that but seem to be so,And will as tenderly be led by the noseAs asses are. (1.3)

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How am I then a villain To counsel Cassio to this

parallel course, Directly to his good?

Divinity of hell! When devils will the

blackest sins put on They do suggest at first

with heavenly shows As I do now. For whiles

this honest fool Plies Desdemona to repair

his fortune And she for him pleads

strongly to the Moor, I’ll pour this pestilence into

his ear:

That she repeals him for her body’s lust.

And by how much she strives to do him good

She shall undo her credit with the Moor.

So will I turn her virtue into pitch

And out of her own goodness make the net

That shall enmesh them all. (2.3)

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OTHELLO O! now, for ever

Farewell the tranquil mind; farewell content! (3.3)

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[He kisses her]O balmy breath, that dost almost persuadeJustice to break her sword. One more, one more!Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,And love thee after. One more, and that's the last!So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,But they are cruel tears. This sorrow's heavenly;It strikes where it doth love. She wakes. (5.2)

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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 speakOf one that lov'd 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 awayRicher than all his tribe; of one whose subdu'd eyes

Albeit unused to the melting mood,Drop tears as fast as the Arabian treesTheir med'cinable gum. Set you down this;And say besides, that in Aleppo once,Where a malignant and a turban'd TurkBeat a Venetian and traduc'd the state,I took by the throat the circumcised dog,And smote him thus. (5.2)