Othello (1951) Poster


Orson Welles: Othello



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    Othello : When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak of one who loved not wisely but too well, of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, like the base Indian's, threw a pearl away richer than all his tribe. Set you down this.

  • Othello : Impudent strumpet!

    Desdemona : By heaven, you do me wrong!

    Othello : Are you not a strumpet?

    Desdemona : No, as I am a Christian. Heaven forgive!

    Othello : I cry you mercy, then. I took you for that cunning whore of Venice that married with Othello.

  • Othello : Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, my very noble and approv'd good masters, that I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, it is most true.

  • Othello : She gave me for my pains - a world of sighs.

  • Othello : 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.

  • Othello : And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story And that would woo her.

  • Othello : She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them.

  • Othello : Iago. Iago! Honest Iago,

  • Othello : Her name, that was as fresh as Dian's visage, is now begrimed and black - as mine own face.

  • Othello : Damn her, lewd minx! O damn her!

  • Othello : But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!

  • Othello : What hath he said?

    Iago : Faith, that he did-I know not what he did.

    Othello : What? What?

    Iago : Lie...

    Othello : Lie with her?

    Iago : With her, on her; what you will.

  • Othello : Oh now, forever, farewell the tranquil mind! Farewell content! Farewell the plumèd troop and the big wars that makes ambition virtue! Oh, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, the spirit-stirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife, the royal banner, and all quality, pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!

  • Lodovico : The duke and senators of Venice greet you.

    Othello : I kiss the instrument of their pleasures.

  • Othello : It is the cause, it is the cause, O my soul. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars. It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood, nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow and smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.

  • Othello : Put out the light and then - put out the light.

  • Othello : I know not where is that Promethean heat that can thy former light relume.

  • Othello : Come, Desdemona, I have but an hour of love, to spend with thee. We must obey the time.

  • Othello : If after every Tempest come such calms, may the winds blow till they have waken'd Death!

  • Othello : If I were now to die, 'twere now to be most happy, for I fear my soul hath her content - so absolute. But not another comfort like to this - succeeds in unknown fate.

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