AP Lit: Othello Act 2 Speaker Identification Practice (Speaker and Audience)

"O, you are well tuned now! But I'll set down the pegs that make this music, as honest as I am."

Iago aside

"Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors, bells in your parlors, wild-cats in your kitchens, saints in your injuries, devils being offended, players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds."

Iago to Desdemona and Emilia

"Good Michael, look you to the guard to-night: let's teach ourselves that honorable stop, not to outsport discretion."

Othello to Cassio

"For mine own part,—no offense to the general, nor any man of quality,—I hope to be saved."

Cassio to Iago

"Not to-night, good Iago: I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment."

Cassio to Iago

"Ay, but, by your leave, not before me; the lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let's have no more of this; let's to our affairs.—Forgive us our sins!—gentlemen, let's look to our business."

Cassio to Iago, Montano, gentlemen

"Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk: this is my ancient; this is my right hand, and this is my left: I am not drunk now; I can stand well enough, and speak well enough."

Cassio to Iago, Montano, gentlemen

"He hath achieved a maid that paragons description and wild fame, one that excels the quirks of blazoning pens, and in the essential vesture of creation does tire the ingener."

Cassio to Montano

"Let me go, sir, or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard."

Cassio to Montano

"Thanks, you the valiant of this warlike isle, that so approve the Moor! Oh, let the heavens give him defense against the elements, for I have lost him on a dangerous sea."

Cassio to Montano

"A knave teach me my duty! I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle."

Cassio to Montano (in front of Roderigo, Iago, gentlemen)

"I pray you, pardon me; I cannot speak."

Cassio to Othello

"Iago hath direction what to do; but, notwithstanding, with my personal eye will I look to't."

Cassio to Othello

"Dost thou prate, rogue?"

Cassio to Roderigo

"You rogue! you rascal!"

Cassio to Roderigo

"O, fie upon thee, slanderer!"

Desdemona to Iago

"These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i' the alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for her that's foul and foolish?"

Desdemona to Iago

"The heavens forbid but that our loves and comforts should increase, even as our days do grow!"

Desdemona to Othello

"How if fair and foolish?"

Emilia to Iago

"It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived, importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet, every man put himself into triumph; some to dance, some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and revels his addiction leads him: for, besides these beneficial news, it is the celebration of his nuptial."

Herald to the people

"Away, I say; go out, and cry a mutiny."

Iago aside to Roderigo

"How now, Roderigo! I pray you, after the lieutenant; go."

Iago aside to Roderigo

"'King Stephen was a worthy peer, his breeches cost him but a crown; he held them sixpence all too dear, with that he call'd the tailor lown. He was a wight of high renown, and thou art but of low degree: 'tis pride that pulls the country down; then take thine auld cloak about thee.' Some wine, ho!"

Iago sings to Cassio, Montano, gentlemen

"Now, I do love her too; not out of absolute lust, though peradventure I stand accountant for as great a sin, but partly led to diet my revenge, for that I do suspect the lusty Moor hath leap'd into my seat; the thought whereof doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards; and nothing can or shall content my soul till I am even'd with him, wife for wife, or failing so, yet that I put the Moor at least into a jealousy so strong that judgment cannot cure."

Iago soliloquy

"Which thing to do, if this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash for his quick hunting, stand the putting on, I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip, abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb—for I fear Cassio with my night-cap too1— make the Moor thank me, love me and reward me."

Iago soliloquy

"Hold, ho! Lieutenant,—sir—Montano,— gentlemen,— Have you forgot all sense of place and duty? Hold! the general speaks to you; hold, hold, for shame!"

Iago to Cassio

"Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten o' the clock. Our general cast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona; who let us not therefore blame: he hath not yet made wanton the night with her; and she is sport for Jove."

Iago to Cassio

"Sir, would she give you so much of her lips as of her tongue she oft bestows on me, you'll have enough."

Iago to Cassio

"Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I have a stoup of wine; and here without are a brace of Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure to the health of black Othello."

Iago to Cassio

"Nay, good lieutenant,—alas, gentlemen;— Help, ho!—Lieutenant,—sir,—Montano,—sir; Help, masters!—Here's a goodly watch indeed! [Bell rings] Who's that which rings the bell?—Diablo, ho! The town will rise: God's will, lieutenant, hold! You will be shamed for ever."

Iago to Cassio and Montano

"'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep: he'll watch the horologe a double set, if drink rock not his cradle."

Iago to Montano

"Not I, for this fair island: I do love Cassio well; and would do much to cure him of this evil—but, hark! what noise?"

Iago to Montano

"You see this fellow that is gone before; he is a soldier fit to stand by Caesar and give direction: and do but see his vice; 'tis to his virtue a just equinox, the one as long as the other: 'tis pity of him. I fear the trust Othello puts him in. On some odd time of his infirmity, will shake this island."

Iago to Montano

"Come hither. If thou be'st valiant,—as, they say, base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them—list me. The lieutenant tonight watches on the court of guard:—first, I must tell thee this—Desdemona is directly in love with him."

Iago to Roderigo

"Lechery, by this hand; an index and obscure prologue to the history of lust and foul thoughts. They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together."

Iago to Roderigo

"Nay, good lieutenant! [Staying him] I pray you, sir, hold your hand."

Montano to Cassio

"Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land; a fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements. If it hath ruffianed so upon the sea, what ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, can hold the mortise? What shall we hear of this?"

Montano to First and Second Gentlemen

"And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor should hazard such a place as his own second with one of an ingraft infirmity: it were an honest action to say so to the Moor."

Montano to Iago

"It were well the general were put in mind of it. Perhaps he sees it not; or his good nature prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio, and looks not on his evils: is not this true?"

Montano to Iago

"'Zounds, I bleed still; I am hurt to the death."

Montano to Othello and attendants

"How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot?"

Othello to Cassio

"Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth this? Are we turn'd Turks, and to ourselves do that which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites? For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl: He that stirs next to carve for his own rage holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion."

Othello to Cassio (in front of Iago, attendants, Montano)

"Come, my dear love, the purchase made, the fruits are to ensue; that profit's yet to come 'tween me and you. Good night."

Othello to Desdemona

"If it were now to die, 'twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, my soul hath her content so absolute that not another comfort like to this succeeds in unknown fate."

Othello to Desdemona

"It gives me wonder great as my content to see you here before me. O my soul's joy! If after every tempest come such calms, may the winds blow till they have waken'd death!"

Othello to Desdemona

"I prithee, good Iago, go to the bay and disembark my coffers: bring thou the master to the citadel; he is a good one, and his worthiness does challenge much respect."

Othello to Iago

"Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil; the gravity and stillness of your youth the world hath noted, and your name is great in mouths of wisest censure: what's the matter, that you unlace your reputation thus and spend your rich opinion for the name of a night-brawler? Give me answer to it."

Othello to Montano

"I will do this, if I can bring it to any opportunity."

Roderigo to Iago