Studied by 3 peopleKeep up your bright swords
for the dew will rust them
She loved me for the dangers I had passed
and I loved her that she did pity them
Most potent, grave
and reverend signors
Rude am I in my speech, and little
blessed with the soft phrase of peace
Farewell the tranquil
mind! Farewell content!
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
the smallest fear or doubt of her revolt
If she be false
O then heavens mock itself
The justice of
it pleases me
I will chop her into
messes. Cuckold me!
A horned man’s a
monster and a beast
Thou […] mak’st me call what
I intend to do a murder, which I thought a sacrifice
speak of one
that loved not wisely but too well
No, Iago
I’ll see before I doubt
I saw’t not, thought it
not, it harmed not me.
When i love thee not
chaos is come again
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