1) Act I, Scene 1:
Iago informs Brabantio that Othello and Desdemona have
"I am one, sir, who
comes to tell you your daughter
and the Moor are making the beast with
two backs." (Lines 128-131)
2) Act I, Scene 2:
does not hide but his life on his reputation in regards to his marriage to Desdemona
Not I. I must be found.
My parts, my title, and my perfect soul
Shall manifest me rightly. (lines 35-37)
3) Act I, Scene 3:
Desdemona defends Othello
And so much duty that my mother showed
To you, preferring you before her father,
So much I challenge that I may profess
Due to the Moor my lord. (lines
4) Iago plots to
He hath a person
and a smooth dispose
suspected, framed to make women false.
The Moor is of a free and open nature
That thinks men honest but that seem to be so,
And will as tenderly be led by th' nose
As asses are. (lines 440-445)
5) Othello praises his good fortune to be happy with his wife
If it were now to die,
now to be most happy, for I fear
My soul hath her content so absolute
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate. (lines 205-209)
6) Act III, Scene 3:
plays on Othello's fears
beware, my lord, of Jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves! (lines 195-200)
7) Act IV, Scene 1:
accuses Desdemona of lying
O, devil, devil!
If that the
Earth could teem with woman's tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.
Out of my sight! (lines 273-276)
8) Act V, Scene 2:
convinces himself to kill Desdemona despite his love for her
It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul.
Let me not name it to you, the stars.
It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood,
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
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. (Lines 1-7)
9) Othello, after unsuccessfully attempting to kill Iago:
I am not sorry neither. I'd have thee live,
For in my sense 'tis happiness to die. (lines 340-341)
10) Othello kills himself:
I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. (lines 420-421)