Updated: 11/24/2019

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  • Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light.
  • O my good lord, yonder’s foul murders done!Cassio, my lord, hath killed a young Venetian called Roderigo.
  • Cassio’s not dead? Then the wrong man is dead, and sweet revenge has gone wrong.
  • Roderigo’s been killed? And Cassio’s killed?
  • Sweet revenge grows harsh.
  • No, Cassio wasn’t killed.
  • 'Tis pitiful, but yet Iago knows. That she with Cassio hath the act of shame. A thousand times committed. Cassio confessed it,
  • ...Help! The Moor hath killed my mistress! Murder, murder!
  • Cassio confessed it, and she pledged her love to him by giving him the handkerchief I’d given her
  • Are there no stones in heavenBut what serve for the thunder?Precious villain!
  • The woman’s falling down! He’s killed his wife!
  • Look in upon me then and speak with me, Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee...
  • Where is that viper? Bring the villain forth.
  • O fool! fool! fool!
  • Wrench his sword from him.
  • I found it in my chamber,And he himself confessed but even now. That there he dropped it for a special purpose
  • Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak. One that loved not wisely, but too well.Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought,Perplexed in the extreme. Of one whose hand.