Iago soon informs Othello that Cassio is having an affair with Desdemona.
Her father loved me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have passed. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field Of hair-breadth scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travels' history: Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven It was my hint to speak,--such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house-affairs would draw her thence: Which ever as she could with haste dispatch, She'ld come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: I did consent, And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd.
My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: And that would woo her.
Upon this hint I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used: Here comes the lady; let her witness it.
Good Brabantio, Take up this mangled matter at the best: Men do their broken weapons rather use Than their bare hands. I pray you, hear her speak: If she confess that she was half the wooer, Destruction on my head, if my bad blame Light on the man!
Come hither, gentle mistress: Do you perceive in all this noble company Where most you owe obedience? To you I am bound for life and education; My life and education both do learn me How to respect you; you are the lord of duty; I am hitherto your daughter: Please it your grace, on to the state-affairs:Illusion versus reality is an easily recognised theme in the play Othello, written by William Shakespeare.
Shakespeare effectively combines illusion with reality in the play, Othello. Othello (The Tragedy of Othello, the Moor of Venice) is a tragedy by William Shakespeare, believed to have been written in It is based on the story Un Capitano Moro ("A Moorish Captain") by Cinthio, a disciple of Boccaccio, first published in .
Script of Act I Othello The play by William Shakespeare. Introduction This section contains the script of Act I of Othello the play by William pfmlures.com enduring works of William Shakespeare feature many famous and well loved characters.
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds By what you see them act. (; ) Othello is so secure in his value to the state of Venice that he says he does not care if Brabantio slanders him. Othello knows he's done nothing wrong in marrying Desdemona and that the Duke will support him, especially since Othello's a.
Othello (The Tragedy of Othello, the Moor of Venice) is a tragedy by William Shakespeare, believed to have been written in It is based on the story Un Capitano Moro ("A Moorish Captain") by Cinthio, a disciple of Boccaccio, first published in The story revolves around its two central characters: Othello, a Moorish general in the Venetian army and his unfaithful ensign, Iago.
shantecampbell, Shakespeare’s tragedy, Othello is a wonderfully engrossing tragedy about a soldier, Iago, who reveals his hatred of Othello for choosing Cassio as his officer, and possibly.