Othello Quotes in Roadside Prophets (1992)

Othello: Would any of you guys happen to have a roman candle on you?

Joe Mosely: [bewildered] Uhhh...

Sam: ...yeah, I have one.

Othello: Thanks.

Joe Mosely: [stunned] Wh - ?

Othello: Soft you; a word or two before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know't. No more of that. 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 speak Of one that loved 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 away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Set you down this; And say besides, that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus.

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

Othello: Arise black vengeance from thy hollow cell. Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne to tyrannous hate. Now by yond marble heaven, in the due reverence of a sacred vow, I here engage my words.

Othello: I kissed thee ere I killed thee: no way but this; Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

Othello: [to Cassio, after having killed his wife Desdemonda] Will you, I pray, demand this demi-devil why he hath thus ensnared my mind and body?

Iago: Demand me nothing. What you know, you know. From this time on I never will speak word.

[last lines]

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: 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: 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: 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.

Othello: I pray you, in your letters; when you shall these unlucky deeds relate, speak of them as they are. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.

Othello: [to the Senate] Most, potent, grave and reverend Seigniors; My very noble and approved good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true I have married her. The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more.

Othello: It is the cause. It is the cause, my soul. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars. It is the cause.

Othello: O, blood, blood, blood!