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He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stol’n, Let him not know’t and he’s not robb’d at all.
you mortal engines,
Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore;—
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog Than answer my wak’d wrath!
should be wise; for honesty’s a fool, And loses that it works for.
now begrim’d and black As mine own face.—If
In sleep I heard him say, “Sweet Desdemona, Let us be wary, let us hide our loves”; And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand, Cry, “O sweet creature!” and then kiss me hard, As if he pluck’d up kisses by the roots, 470 That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg Over my thigh, and sigh’d and kiss’d; and then
Cried, “Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!”
She may be honest yet.
black vengeance,
Let him command, And to obey shall be in me remorse, 520 What bloody business ever.
EMILIA 170 But jealous souls will not be answer’d so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they are jealous: ’tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.
Her honour is an essence that’s not seen; 20 They have it very oft that have it not:
comes o’er my memory, As doth the raven o’er the infected house, 25 Boding to all,—he
We say lie on her when they belie 45 her.—Lie
fulsome.—Handkerchief—confessions—handkerchief!—To
Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion without some instruction.
A hornèd man’s a monster and a beast. IAGO There’s many a beast, then, in a populous city, 75 And many a civil monster.
O, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to.
my heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.—O,
she will sing the savageness out of a bear!—Of
that the earth could teem with woman’s tears, 260 Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.—
Goats and monkeys!
Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
keep it as a cistern for foul toads 70 To knot and gender in!—turn
heaven, that such companions thou’dst unfold, And put in every honest hand a whip To lash the rascals naked through the world
And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
for your words and 205 performances are no kin together.
Nor I neither by this heavenly light; I might do’t as well i’ the dark.
The world’s a huge thing; it is a great price 75 For a small vice.
why, who would not make her husband a cuckold to make him a monarch?
Then let them use us well: else let them know The ills we do their ills instruct us so.
brave Iago, honest and just, That hast such noble sense of thy friend’s wrong!
guiltiness will speak Though tongues were out of use.
that whiter skin of hers than snow,
When I have pluck’d thy rose,
then murder’s out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh.
who hath done this deed?
Nobody; I myself.
the blacker devil!
false as water.
honest man he is,
villainy hath made mocks with love!—
honest, honest Iago.
too fond of her most filthy bargain.
That men must lay their murders on your neck.
Thy match was mortal to him,
offers to stab his wife.]
dull Moor!
He begg’d of me to steal it.
