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Copia di Copia di Othello
Othello
Caterina Brevi, 3A
Settings
Venice (first act)
Places
Main characters
Iago
Othello
Cyprus' island (majiority of the play)
The structure
Round character
Typical of tragedy
Greatness and weakness
Devil himself
Initial situation of order
Insecure
Hypocrite
Development
Main themes
Climax
Jealousy
Use of words
Time
Late 16th century
Monologue
Iago: Ha! I like not that
Othello: What dost thou say?
Iago: Nothing my lord; or if- I know not what
III.3
"O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. [...]"
Iago, III.3
End
...
The play
Plot
Iago's plan
Personal opinion
A Tragedy
William Shakespeare
The jealousy
Hard reading
Written in 1603
Distant from my way of thinking
The murder
The extract
The deceivement
The suicide
Iago: Look where he comes!
Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou owed'st yesterday.
[...]
Othello: Avaunt! Be gone!
Thou hast set me on the rack.
I swear 'tis to be much abused,
Than but to know a litttle
Iago: How now, my lord!
Othello: What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust?
I saw't not, thought it not, it harmed not me.
I slept the next night well, was free and marry;
I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him know't. and he's not robbed at all
[...]
Othello: I had been happy if the general camp,
Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing to know. [...]
Iago: Eccolo che viene!
Nè il papavero, nè la mandragora
Né tutti i sonniferi del mondo ti potranno
Guarire e ridarti quel dolce sonno
Che avevi ieri.
[...]
Othello: Via! Vattene!
Mi hai messo alla tortura.
Giuro che è molto meglio essere ingannati
Che sapere soltanto un poco.
Iago: Ma come, mio signore!
Othello: Che senso avevo delle sue ore rubate di lussuria?
Non le vedevo, non ci pensavo, non mi facevano male.
La notte dormivo bene, ero libero e allegro;
sulle sue labbra non trovavo i baci di Cassio.
Chi è derubato, senza sapere cosa gli rubano
E' come se non fosse derubato affatto.
[...]
Othello: Sarei stato felice se l'intero accampamento,
Zappatori e tuttti, avessero gustato il suo dolce corpo
Purchè io non lo sapessi. [...]