Othello

by William Shakespeare

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters 45 Cannot be truly follow’d.

She lov’d me for the dangers I had pass’d; And I lov’d her that she did pity them.

But words are words; I never yet did hear That the bruis’d heart was piercèd through the ear.—

Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see: She has deceiv’d her father, and may thee.

Just like Medea (which was well deserved by the way)? 😬