Othello Whore Quotes

I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. OTHELLO: Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell’st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born! DESDEMONA: Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? OTHELLO: Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write “whore” upon?

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Desdemona: Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? Othello: Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write “whore” upon? What committed? 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. What committed? [...] Desdemona: By heaven, you do me wrong! [...] If to preserve this vessel for my lord From any other foul unlawful touch Be not to be a strumpet, I am none. Othello: What, not a whore? Desdemona: No, as I shall be saved. Othello: Is ’t possible? Desdemona: O, heaven forgive us! Othello: I cry you mercy, then. I took you for that cunning whore of Venice That married with Othello.

Emilia: Hath she forsook so many noble matches, Her father and her country and her friends, To be called “whore”? Would it not make one weep?