Othello

1.2

Keep up your bright swords

for the dew will rust them

1.3

She loved me for the dangers I had passed

and I loved her that she did pity them

1.3

Rude am I in my speech, and little

blessed with the soft phrase of peace

3.3

Farewell the tranquil

mind! Farewell content!

3.3

Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw

the smallest fear or doubt of her revolt

3.3

If she be false

O then heavens mock itself

4.1

The justice of

it pleases me

4.1

I will chop her into

messes. Cuckold me!

4.1

A horned man’s a

monster and a beast

5.2

Thou […] mak’st me call what

I intend to do a murder, which I thought a sacrifice

5.2

speak of one

that loved not wisely but too well

3.3

No, Iago

I’ll see before I doubt

3.3

I saw’t not, thought it

not, it harmed not me.

3.3

When i love thee not

chaos is come again

1.2

My parts, my title and my perfect

soul shall manifest me rightly