Her honor is an essence that’s not seen; They have it very oft that have it not. (IV.i.)
Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion without some instruction. (IV.i.)
Dost thou hear, Iago? I will be found most cunning in my patience, But—dost thou hear?—most bloody. (IV.i.)
Ay, let her rot and perish and be damned tonight, for she shall not live. No, my heart is turned to stone: I strike it, and it hurst my hand. Oh, the world hath not a sweeter creature. She might lie by an emperor’s side and command him tasks. (IV.i.)
