'Tis the curse of service. Now sir, be judge yourself, whether I, in any just term, am affined to love the moor.
Let me see now, to get Cassio's place and to plume up my will in double knavery. I have ’t. It is engendered! Hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world’s light.
My bloody thoughts with violent pace shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love till that a capable and wide revenge swallow them up. Now, by yon marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow I here engage my words.
So! You’re not moving anymore? No, you’re as still as a grave.