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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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And his unkindness may defeat my life,<br />

But never taint my love.<br />

‘Othello’ (1602-4) act 4, sc. 2, l. 159<br />

emilia: I would you had never seen him.<br />

desdemona: So would not I; my love doth so approve him,<br />

That even his stubbornness, his checks and frowns...<br />

Have grace and favour in them.<br />

‘Othello’ (1602-4) act 4, sc. 3, l. 18<br />

My mother had a maid called Barbara;<br />

She was in love, and he she loved proved mad<br />

And did forsake her; she had a song <strong>of</strong> ‘willow;’<br />

An old thing ’twas, but it expressed her fortune,<br />

And she died singing it; that song to-night<br />

Will not go from my mind.<br />

‘Othello’ (1602-4) act 4, sc. 3, l. 26<br />

<strong>The</strong> poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,<br />

Sing all a green willow;<br />

Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,<br />

Sing willow, willow, willow:<br />

<strong>The</strong> fresh streams ran by her, and murmured her moans;<br />

Sing willow, willow, willow:<br />

Her salt tears fell from her, and s<strong>of</strong>tened the stones;—<br />

Sing willow, willow, willow:<br />

Sing all a green willow must be my garland.<br />

‘Othello’ (1602-4) act 4, sc. 3, l. [41].<br />

desdemona: Mine eyes do itch;<br />

Doth that bode weeping?<br />

emilia: ’Tis neither here nor there.<br />

‘Othello’ (1602-4) act 4, sc. 3, l. [59]<br />

Who would not make her husband a cuckold to make him a monarch?<br />

‘Othello’ (1602-4) act 4, sc. 3, l. [76]<br />

He hath a daily beauty in his life.<br />

That makes me ugly.<br />

‘Othello’ (1602-4) act 5, sc. 1, l. 19<br />

This is the night<br />

That either makes me or fordoes me quite.<br />

‘Othello’ (1602-4) act 5, sc. 1, l. 128<br />

It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul;<br />

Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!<br />

It is the cause. Yet I’ll not shed her blood,

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