She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used. (I.iii.)
My heart’s subdued
Even to the very quality of my lord.
I saw Othello’s visage in his mind. (I.iii.)
And, noble signior,
If virtue no delighted beauty lack,
Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. (I.iii.)
If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a more
delicate way than drowning. (I.iii.)
If / thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a pleasure,
me a sport. (I.iii.)