Othello
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creator: Shakespeare, William
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subject: iago
subject: othello
subject: cassio
subject: desdemona
subject: hast
subject: purse
subject: strings
subject: shakespeare
subject: william
subject: english
subject: literature
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full text: OTHELLO DRAMATIS PERSONAE DUKE OF VENICE: BRABANTIO a senator. Other Senators. (Senator:) (First Senator:) (Second Senator:) GRATIANO brother to Brabantio. LODOVICO kinsman to Brabantio. OTHELLO a noble Moor in the service of the Venetian state. CASSIO his lieutenant. IAGO his ancient. RODERIGO a Venetian gentleman. MONTANO Othello's predecessor in the government of Cyprus. Clown, servant to Othello. (Clown:) DESDEMONA daughter to Brabantio and wife to Othello. EMILIA wife to Iago. BIANCA mistress to Cassio. Sailor, Messenger, Herald, Officers, Gentlemen, Musicians, and Attendants. (Sailor:) (First Officer:) (Messenger:) (Gentleman:) (First Gentleman:) (Second Gentleman:) (Third Gentleman:) (First Musician:) SCENE Venice: a Sea-port in Cyprus. OTHELLO ACT I SCENE I Venice. A street. [Enter RODERIGO and IAGO] RODERIGO Tush! never tell me; I take it much unkindly That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this. IAGO 'Sblood, but you will not hear me: If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me. RODERIGO Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate. IAGO Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, Off-capp'd to him: and, by the faith of man, I know my price, I am worth no worse a place: But he; as loving his own pride and purposes, Evades them, with a bombast circumstance Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war; And, in conclusion, Nonsuits my mediators; for, 'Certes,' says he, 'I have already chose my officer.' And what was he? Forsooth, a great arithmetician, One Michael Cassio, a Florentine, A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife; That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, Wherein the toged consuls can propose As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practise, Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election: And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on ot…