That thou Iago, who hast had my purse As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this,
'Sblood, but you will not hear me. If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me.
That night at Brabantio house hold.
The worser welcome. I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors. In honest plainness thou hast heard me say. My daughter is not for thee.
Sir, I will answer any thing. But, I beseech you, If’t be your pleasure and most wise consent. (As partly I find it is) that your fair daughter. At this odd-even and dull watch o' th' night
Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them. Good signior, you shall more command with years, Than with your weapons.
O thou foul thief, where hast thou stowed my daughter? Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted her! For I’ll refer me to all things of sense, If she in chains of magic were not bound, Whether a maid so tender, fair, and happy, So opposite to marriage that she shunned