What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe If he can carry ‘t thus! (1.1)

“Even now, now, very now, an old black ram Is tupping your white ewe.” (1.1)

Haply, for I am black And have not those soft parts of conversation That chamberers have. (3.3)

Then, must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplex’d in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe. (5.2)

Her eye must be fed. And what delight shall she have to look on the devil? When the blood is made dull with the act of sport, there should be, again to inflame it and to give satiety a fresh appetite, loveliness in favour, sympathy in years, manners, and beauties, all which the Moor is defective in. (2.1)

"But jealous souls will not be answered so. They are not ever jealous for the cause, but jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster begot upon itself, born of itself" (3.4)

‘O beware, my lord, of jealousy: It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.’ (3.3)

"The Moor is of a free and open nature That thinks men honest that but seem to be so; And will as tenderly be led by th' nose As asses are." (1.3)

"I'll [...] make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me For making him egregiously an ass." (2.1)

O treason of the blood! Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters’ minds By what you see them act. (1.1)