Schließen
“Preferment goes by letter and affection,/ Not by the old gradation”
“I follow him to serve my turn upon him.”
“I am not what I am.”
“an old black ram/ Is tupping your white ewe.”
“poison his delight”
“Faith, he tonight hath boarded a land carrack”
“By Janus, I think so.”
“I hate the Moor./ And it is the thought abroad that twixt my sheets/ He’s done my office, I know not if’t be true”
“the thought whereof/ Doth like a poisonous mineral gnaw my inwards”
“I’ll pour this pestilence into his ear”
“Ha! I like not that.”
“No, sure I cannot think it/ That he would steal away so guilty-like”
“O beware, my lord, of jealousy:/ It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock/ The meat it feeds on.”
“but such a handkerchief-/ I am sure it was your wife’s- did I today/ See Cassio wipe his beard with.”
“Witness that here Iago doth give up/ The execution of his wit, hands, heart,/ To wronged Othello’s service.”
[They rise.]
“I am your own for ever.”
“From this time forth I never will speak word.”
