“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.”