Othello / Othello, Moor of Venice

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Othello, Moor of Venice

Avea un nume fara" de rusine si chipul ei cu-al Dianei semana. Cum pot sa cred ca s-ar putea schimba Deodata intr-un chip intunecat, Cum este-acel cu care-s inzestrat? Her name, that was as fresh As Dian's visage, is now begrimed and black As mine own face.

Fragment:

"In following him, I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so, for my peculiar end: For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am. RODERIGO: What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe, If he can carry't thus! IAGO: Call up her father, Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, Yet throw such changes of vexation on't, As it may lose some colour. RODERIGO: Here is her father's house; call aloud. IAGO: Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities. RODERIGO: What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho! IAGO: Awake! what, ho, Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves! Look to your house, your daughter and your bags! Thieves! thieves! //Brabantio appears above, at a window.// BRABANTIO: What is the reason of this terrible summons? What is the matter there? RODERIGO: Signior, is all your family within? IAGO: Are your doors lock'd? BRABANTIO: Why, wherefore ask you this?