The Tragedy of Othello: The Moor of Venice (1951)

Micheál MacLiammóir: Iago

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• Iago : Oh beware, my lord, of jealousy. It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.

• Iago : I will wear my heart upon my sleeve.

• Emilia : I have a thing for you.

  Iago : A thing for me? It is a common thing...

  Emilia : Ha?

  Iago : To have a foolish wife.

• Iago : I hate the Moor.

• Iago : I am not - what I am.

• Iago : Reputations are got without merit and lost without deserving.

• Iago : Our general's wife is now the general.

• Iago : I know our country disposition well. In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks they dare not show their husbands. Their best conscience is not to leave 't undone, but keep't unknown.

• Iago : What may smell in such a will most rank, foul disproportions, thoughts unnatural.

• Iago : I would I might entreat your honor to scan this thing no farther. Leave it to time.

• Iago : Where's satisfaction? It is impossible you should see this, were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys.

• Iago : I lay with Cassio lately and, being troubled with a raging tooth, I could not sleep. There are a kind of men so loose of soul that in their sleep will mutter their affairs. One of this kind is Cassio. In sleep I heard him say "Sweet Desdemona, Let us be wary, let us hide our loves." And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand, cry "O sweet creature!" and then kiss me hard as if he plucked up kisses by the roots that grew upon my lips. Then, laid his leg over my thigh, and sighed, and kissed, and then cried "Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!"

• 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.

• Lodovico : Are his wits safe? Is he not light of brain?

  Iago : He is that he is.

• Iago : Demand me nothing. What you know, you know.

• Iago : Come, lieutenant, a stoup of wine. Here are a brace of gallants that would fain have a measure to the health of black Othello.

  Cassio : Not tonight, good Iago. I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.

  Iago : Oh, just one cup.

• Iago : Our general cast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona. He hath not yet made wanton the night with her, and she is sport for Jove.

  Cassio : She's a most exquisite lady.

  Iago : And, full of game, I warrant. What an eye she has - to provocation.

  Cassio : I and yet I think right modest.

  Iago : Well, happiness to their sheets.