othello
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- You told me you hated him!
- Damn it, you’re not listening to me! I never dreamed this was happening—if you find out I did, you can go ahead and hate me.
- Come on, don’t tell me that. I believe that you knew all these things, Iago. All this time I’ve thought you were such a good friend that I’ve let you spend my money as if it was yours.
- I do hate him, trust me. He picked Michael Cassio to be his lieutenant, and he is actually from Florence. I bet Cassio doesn't even know how to fight on the battlefield, he only learned it from the book, he does not have the experience that I do! I can't believe that Othello had made this ridiculous decision.
- There is nothing I can do to help you , and that’s the curse of military service. You get promote when someone likes you not by your ability. Now, you tell me, should I be loyal to the Moor?
- If you don’t like him you should quit.
- Speak for the God, I’d rather be his executioner.
- Thick-lips(Othello) sure is lucky if he can pull this off!
- No, calm down. I’m serving under him to take advantage of him. Look at all the devoted servants who work for their masters their whole lives for nothing but their food, they ought to be whipped for being so stupid. But then there’s me who looks dutiful and devoted, but who’s really looking out for himself. By pretending to serve their lords, these men get rich, and when they’ve saved up enough they can be their own masters. But in fact, I’m just serving him to get what I want.
- Do it, and shout like the city’s on fire
- Let’s shout up to Desdemona’s father, wake him, pester him, spoil his happiness, spread rumors about him in the streets, enrage his relatives, and irritate him endlessly. However real his happiness is, it will vanish in light of this.
- Here’s her father’s house. I’ll call out.
- Hey, Brabantio! Signor Brabantio, hey!
- Wake up, Brabantio! Wake up! Thieves! Thieves! Check on your daughter, your house, your money! Thieves! Thieves!
- Why are you asking me this?
- Are the doors locked?
- For God’s sake, sir, you’ve been robbed. At this very moment, Othello is having sex with your little precious daughter. If you wait too long you’ll have black grandchildren. Get up, I tell you!
- Sir, is everyone home now?
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