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“Men should be what they seem.”
“For she had eyes and chose me.”
“O ill-starred wench! Pale as your smock!”
“She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.”
“Men in rage strike those that wish them best.”
“This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.”
“Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.”
“I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself.”
“Were I the Moor I would not be Iago.In following him I follow but myself;Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,But seeming so for my peculiar end.For when my outward action doth demonstrateTh...”
“Have not we affections and desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?”
“Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,Is the immediate jewel of their souls:Who steals my purse steals trash; tis something, nothing;twas mine, tis his, and has been slave to thousands;But he th...”
“As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound. There is more sense in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition, oft got without merit and lost ...”
“DESDEMONACome, how wouldst thou praise me? IAGO I am about it; but indeed my invention Comes from my pate as birdlime does from frieze; It plucks out brains and all: but my Muse labours, And thus s...”
“...speak to me as to thy thinkingAs thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughtsThe worst of words...”
“My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.”
“I understand a fury in your wordsBut not your words.”
“Poor and content is rich, and rich enough;But riches fineless is as poor as winterTo him that ever fears he shall be poor;Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defendFrom jealousy!”
“For your sake, jewel,I am glad at soul I have no other child;For thy escape would teach me tyranny,To hang clogs on them.”
“My story being done,She gave me for my pains a world of sighs:She swore,in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange;'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she ...”
“The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief.”
“DESDEMONA: I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.OTHELLO: Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles,That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,Who art so lovely fair and smellst so sweetThat th...”
“CASSIO: Dost thou hear, my honest friend?CLOWN: No, I hear not your honest friend, I hear you.CASSIO: Prithee, keep up thy quillets.”
