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Because we come to do you service, and you think we are ruffians, you’ll have your daughter 120 covered with a Barbary horse; you’ll have your nephews neigh to you; you’ll have coursers for cousins and gennets for germans.
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters’ minds By what you see them act.—Are
Would ever have, to incur a general mock, Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom Of such a thing as thou,—to
For if such actions may have passage free, Bond slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.
Take hold on me; for my particular grie Is of so flood-gate and o’erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.
And it is thought abroad that ’twixt my sheets He has done my office:
Sir, would she give you so much of her lips As of her tongue she oft bestows on me, 115 You’d have enough.
with as little a web as this will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio.
Her eye must be fed; and what delight shall she have to look on the devil?
For that I do suspect the lusty Moor Hath leap’d into my seat:
And nothing can or shall content my soul Till I am even’d with him, wife for wife;
Iago is most honest.
he hath not yet made wanton the night with her; and she is sport for Jove.
happiness to their sheets!
I learned it in England, where, indeed, they are most potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and your 70 swag-bellied Hollander,—Drink, ho!—are nothing to your English.
Are we turn’d Turks, and to ourselves do that Which Heaven hath forbid the Ottomites?
Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter,
As I am an honest man,
Our general’s wife is now the general;—I
And what’s he, then, that says I play the villain?
I’ll pour this pestilence into his ear,— That she repeals him for her body’s lust;
So will I turn her virtue into pitch;
Dull not device by coldness and delay.
Dost thou hear, mine honest friend? CLOWN No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you.
I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.
O, that’s an honest fellow.—Do
breed itself so out of circumstance,
That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming.
and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
Is he not honest?
As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain 130 Some horrible conceit:
But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
It is the green-ey’d monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on:
jealousy!
Is not to leave undone, but keep unknown.
am bound to thee for ever.
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more; Set on thy wife to observe:
This honest creature doubtless Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.
This fellow’s of exceeding honesty,
for I am black,
O curse of marriage, 300 That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites!
If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself!—
[He puts the handkerchief from him, and she drops it.]
My wayward husband hath a hundred times
Woo’d me to steal it;
What he will do with it heaven knows, not I; I nothing but to please his fantasy.
That which so often you did bid me steal.
that you have been so earnest To have me filch it?
Trifles light as air 360 Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ:
Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, 370 Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow’dst yesterday.
