"Avaunt! Be gone! Thou hast set me on the rack: / I swear 'tis better to be much abused / Than but to know 't a little/ [...] What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust? / I saw 't not, thought it not, it harmed not me: / I slept the night well, was free and merry:/ I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips. / He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen,/ Let him not know 't, and he's not robbed at all." (3.3.330)
— Aug 11, 2016 08:11PM
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