Othello

by: William Shakespeare

Act IV, scene i

1
Her honor is an essence that’s not seen;
They have it very oft that have it not. (IV.i.)
2
Nature would not
invest herself in such shadowing passion without some
instruction. (IV.i.)
3
Dost thou hear, Iago?
I will be found most cunning in my patience,
But—dost thou hear?—most bloody. (IV.i.)
4
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.)
5

I will chop her into messes! Cuckold me? (IV.i.)