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Home 1 / Shakespeare Plays 2 / Modern Othello 3 / Modern Othello: Act 1, Scene 3. The council chamber was brightly lit and the Duke and his senators sat at a conference table. The Duke indicated the pile of documents spread across the table. ‘There’s no consistency in this news that could give it any credit.’. One of the senators held up ...
OTHELLO. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars, It is the cause. Yet I’ll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow. 5 And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she’ll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light.
OTHELLO. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars, It is the cause. Yet I’ll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow 5 And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she’ll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light.
Enter OTHELLO , IAGO , and attendants with torches. IAGO. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o' th' conscience. To do no contrived murder. I lack iniquity. Sometimes to do me service. Nine or ten times. I had thought t' have yerked him here under the ribs.
Strumpet, I come. For, of my heart, those charms, thine eyes, are blotted. 40 Thy bed, lust-stained, shall with lust’s blood be spotted. OTHELLO. It's him. Oh, brave Iago, you are honest and just, to care so much for a wrong done to your friend! You teach me by your example.
A summary of Act III: Scenes i–iii in William Shakespeare's Othello. Learn exactly what happened in this chapter, scene, or section of Othello and what it means. Perfect for acing essays, tests, and quizzes, as well as for writing lesson plans.
IAGO. If I can fasten but one cup upon him, With that which he hath drunk tonight already, He’ll be as full of quarrel and offense As my young mistress' dog. Now my sick fool Roderigo, 50 Whom love hath turned almost the wrong side out, To Desdemona hath tonight caroused Potations pottle-deep, and he’s to watch.
