Who said what in Shakespeare?
Was it Iago, Othello or Richard III?
What feeling(s) is (are) the quotations meant to invoke in the person addressed and/or the reader?
Anger, regret, vindictiveness, empathy, disillusionment, revenge, ambivalence, outrage, contempt, despair or maybe something else?
What state of mind were Iago, Othello and Richard III in, when they spoke?
And how can you tell by looking at the quotations?
Were they angry, regretful, vindictive, empathetic, disillusioned, revengeful, ambivalent, outraged, contemptuous, in despair or maybe something else?
1:
Your daughter (if you have not given her leave)
I say again, hath made a gross revolt,
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes
In an extravagant and wheeling stranger
Of here and everywhere. Straight satisfy yourself.
If she be in her chamber or your house,
Let loose on me the justice of the state
For thus deluding you.
2:
…I spoke of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents by flood and field,
Of hair-breadth ’scapes i' th' imminent deadly breach,
Of being taken by the insolent foe
And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence
And portance in my traveler’s history.
3:
Go tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return.
Simple, plain Clarence, I do love thee so
That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,
If heaven will take the present at our hands.
But who comes here? The new-delivered Hastings?
4:
Oh, curse of marriage
That we can call these delicate creatures ours
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad
And live upon the vapor of a dungeon
Than keep a corner in the thing I love
For others' uses.
5:
Do it not with poison. Strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated.
6:
Oh, devil, devil!
If that the earth could teem with woman’s tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.
Out of my sight!
7:
I’ll have her, but I will not keep her long.
What, I that killed her husband and his father,
To take her in her heart’s extremest hate,
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witness of my hatred by,
Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me,
And I no friends to back my suit at all
But the plain devil and dissembling looks?
8:
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul
But I do love thee! And when I love thee not
Chaos is come again.
9:
She says enough, yet she’s a simple bawd
That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,
A closet, lock and key, of villainous secrets.
And yet she’ll kneel and pray, I have seen her do ’t.
10:
The sun will not be seen today.
The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not shine today?
