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By using other characters of the play Iago made a web of misunderstandings and disbelief between Othello pdf and his wife. Iago made him believe that his wife was disloyal to him. Othello killed his wife for betraying him. In the end, Emilia told Othello the truth.

Othello, flushed with anger, fought with Iago and kills himself. Wounded Iago killed Emilia. But in the end, Iago was executed. The play ends with the words of Othello he said for himself for someone who remembers him. Othello was a strong army man but he could be easily manipulated by others which made him take a rash decision and he killed his innocent wife.

The theme of this play is jealousy and manipulation. It is an excellent classical read. William Shakespeare through this play gave its readers a lesson of handling relations. It is a marvelous dramatic play in which William Shakespeare reveals the evil side of Iago slowly that kept the suspense alive.

It is a very entertaining play which made a base for its performance in theaters too. Free download or read online Othello pdf ePUB book. The first edition of the novel was published in , and was written by William Shakespeare.

The book was published in multiple languages including English, consists of pages and is available in Paperback format. The main characters of this drama, fiction story are Iago, Bianca.

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So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all. My money is almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well cudgelled; and I think the issue will be, I shall have so much experience for my pains, and so, with no money at all and a little more wit, return again to Venice. IAGO How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

Cassio hath beaten thee. Retire thee; go where thou art billeted: Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter: Nay, get thee gone. First Musician How, sir, how! Clown Are these, I pray you, wind-instruments? First Musician Ay, marry, are they, sir. Clown O, thereby hangs a tail. First Musician Whereby hangs a tale, sir?

Clown Marry. First Musician Well, sir, we will not. First Musician We have none such, sir. Clown No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you. Clown She is stirring, sir: if she will stir hither, I shall seem to notify unto her. IAGO You have not been a-bed, then? I have made bold, Iago, To send in to your wife: my suit to her Is, that she will to virtuous Desdemona Procure me some access. The general and his wife are talking of it; And she speaks for you stoutly: the Moor replies, That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus, And great affinity, and that in wholesome wisdom He might not but refuse you; but he protests he loves you And needs no other suitor but his likings To take the safest occasion by the front To bring you in again.

Do not doubt, Cassio, But I will have my lord and you again As friendly as you were. You do love my lord: You have known him long; and be you well assured He shall in strangeness stand no further off Than in a polite distance. CASSIO Ay, but, lady, That policy may either last so long, Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet, Or breed itself so out of circumstance, That, I being absent and my place supplied, My general will forget my love and service.

I like not that. IAGO Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming. I have been talking with a suitor here, A man that languishes in your displeasure. Good my lord, If I have any grace or power to move you, His present reconciliation take; For if he be not one that truly loves you, That errs in ignorance and not in cunning, I have no judgment in an honest face: I prithee, call him back.

Good love, call him back. When shall he come? Tell me, Othello: I wonder in my soul, What you would ask me, that I should deny, Or stand so mammering on. Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee!

IAGO I did not think he had been acquainted with her. IAGO Indeed! Is he not honest? IAGO Honest, my lord! IAGO Think, my lord! By heaven, he echoes me, As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something: I heard thee say even now, thou likedst not that, When Cassio left my wife: what didst not like?

Utter my thoughts? It were not for your quiet nor your good, Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom, To let you know my thoughts.

IAGO Poor and content is rich and rich enough, But riches fineless is as poor as winter To him that ever fears he shall be poor.

Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy! No; to be once in doubt Is once to be resolved: exchange me for a goat, When I shall turn the business of my soul To such exsufflicate and blown surmises, Matching thy inference. I speak not yet of proof. I hope you will consider what is spoke Comes from my love. IAGO Long live she so! But pardon me; I do not in position Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear Her will, recoiling to her better judgment, May fall to match you with her country forms And happily repent.

This honest creature doubtless Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. IAGO [Returning] My lord, I would I might entreat your honour To scan this thing no further; leave it to time: Though it be fit that Cassio have his place, For sure, he fills it up with great ability, Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile, You shall by that perceive him and his means: Note, if your lady strain his entertainment With any strong or vehement importunity; Much will be seen in that.

In the mean time, Let me be thought too busy in my fears— As worthy cause I have to fear I am— And hold her free, I do beseech your honour. IAGO I once more take my leave. I am abused; and my relief Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! Your dinner, and the generous islanders By you invited, do attend your presence. Are you not well? IAGO A thing for me? IAGO To have a foolish wife.

What will you give me now For the same handkerchief? IAGO What handkerchief? Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona; That which so often you did bid me steal. Look, here it is. IAGO A good wench; give it me. Go, leave me. Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ: this may do something. The Moor already changes with my poison: Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons. Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But with a little act upon the blood.

Burn like the mines of Sulphur. I did say so: Look, where he comes! IAGO Why, how now, general! IAGO How now, my lord! IAGO I am sorry to hear this.

O, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war! IAGO O grace! O heaven forgive me! Are you a man? O wretched fool. That livest to make thine honesty a vice! O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest is not safe.

Would I were satisfied! You would be satisfied? IAGO And may: but, how? IAGO It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring them to that prospect: damn them then, If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster More than their own! What then? What shall I say? It is impossible you should see this, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross As ignorance made drunk.

I lay with Cassio lately; And, being troubled with a raging tooth, I could not sleep. IAGO Nay, this was but his dream. One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Look here, Iago; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven. Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!

Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate! IAGO Yet be content. Now, by yond marble heaven, Kneels In the due reverence of a sacred vow I here engage my words. IAGO Do not rise yet. Let him command, And to obey shall be in me remorse, What bloody business ever.

O, damn her! Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.

IAGO I am your own for ever. Clown I dare not say he lies any where. Clown To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie. Clown I know not where he lodges, and for me to devise a lodging and say he lies here or he lies there, were to lie in mine own throat.

Clown I will catechise the world for him; that is, make questions, and by them answer. I think the sun where he was born Drew all such humours from him.

Aside O, hardness to dissemble! Come now, your promise. This is a trick to put me from my suit: Pray you, let Cassio be received again. Look you, Cassio and my husband! So help me every spirit sanctified, As I have spoken for you all my best And stood within the blank of his displeasure For my free speech! IAGO Is my lord angry? IAGO Can he be angry? I never gave him cause.

How is it with you, my most fair Bianca? What, keep a week away? Eight score eight hours? O weary reckoning! Well, well. You are jealous now That this is from some mistress, some remembrance: No, in good troth, Bianca. I pray you, bring me on the way a little, And say if I shall see you soon at night. It is hypocrisy against the devil: They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven. IAGO Ay, what of that?

Or heard him say,—as knaves be such abroad, Who having, by their own importunate suit, Or voluntary dotage of some mistress, Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose But they must blab— OTHELLO Hath he said any thing? IAGO With her, on her; what you will. We say lie on her, when they belie her. Lie with her! Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion without some instruction. It is not words that shake me thus. Noses, ears, and lips. Thus credulous fools are caught; And many worthy and chaste dames even thus, All guiltless, meet reproach.

What, ho! My lord, I say! Look he stirs: Do you withdraw yourself a little while, He will recover straight: when he is gone, I would on great occasion speak with you. IAGO I mock you! Would you would bear your fortune like a man! No, let me know; And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be. Do but encave yourself, And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns, That dwell in every region of his face; For I will make him tell the tale anew, Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when He hath, and is again to cope your wife: I say, but mark his gesture.

Marry, patience; Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen, And nothing of a man. I will be found most cunning in my patience; But—dost thou hear? Will you withdraw? How do you now, lieutenant? IAGO I never knew woman love man so. Prithee, bear some charity to my wit: do not think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha! IAGO Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her. IAGO I am a very villain else. O, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to. IAGO Before me!

What did you mean by that same handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it. I must take out the work? IAGO Will you sup there? IAGO Go to; say no more. IAGO Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice? IAGO And did you see the handkerchief? IAGO Yours by this hand: and to see how he prizes the foolish woman your wife! A fine woman! IAGO Nay, you must forget that. OTHELLO Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned to-night; for she shall not live: no, my heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.

I do but say what she is: so delicate with her needle: an admirable musician: O! IAGO Ay, too gentle. O Iago, the pity of it, Iago! IAGO If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her patent to offend; for, if it touch not you, it comes near nobody. IAGO Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated. A trumpet within What trumpet is that same? How does Lieutenant Cassio? IAGO Lives, sir. Out of my sight!

Proceed you in your tears. Concerning this, sir,—O well-painted passion! Sir, I obey the mandate, And will return to Venice. Hence, avaunt! And, sir, tonight, I do entreat that we may sup together: You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus. Is this the nature Whom passion could not shake? IAGO He is much changed. Or did the letters work upon his blood, And new-create this fault?

IAGO Alas, alas! It is not honesty in me to speak What I have seen and known. You shall observe him, And his own courses will denote him so That I may save my speech: do but go after, And mark how he continues. I understand a fury in your words. But not the words. Why do you weep? Am I the motive of these tears, my lord? If haply you my father do suspect An instrument of this your calling back, Lay not your blame on me: If you have lost him, Why, I have lost him too.

Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in! What committed! O thou public commoner! I should make very forges of my cheeks, That would to cinders burn up modesty, Did I but speak thy deeds. Impudent strumpet! Raising his voice You, mistress, That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, And keep the gate of hell! How do you, madam? Prithee, tonight Lay on my bed my wedding sheets: remember; And call thy husband hither. Those that do teach young babes Do it with gentle means and easy tasks: He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, I am a child to chiding.

Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her, As true hearts cannot bear. IAGO What name, fair lady? IAGO Why did he so? IAGO Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day! How comes this trick upon him? IAGO Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible. Why should he call her whore? What place?

IAGO Speak within door. IAGO You are a fool; go to. Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, I know not how I lost him.