"Oh, the more angel she, And you the blacker devil!"
"She turned to folly, and she was a whore."
"O thou Othello, that was once so good, fall'n in the practice of a cursed slave, What shall be said to thee?"
"Torments will ope your lips."
"Why anything. An honorable murderer, if you will, For naught I did in hate, but all in honor."
"Demand me nothing, What you know, you know. From this time forth I never will speak word."
"You shall close prisoner rest Till that the nature of your fault be known to the Venetian state."
"Oh, bloody period!"
"All that spoke is marred."
"And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, for they succeed on you. To you Lord Govenor..."
"Set you down this; And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk, Beat a Venetian and traduce the state. I took by th' throat the circumcised dog An smote him, thus."
"This I did fear, but thought he had no weapon; For he was great of heart."
"I kissed tee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself to die upon a kiss."