''Thick-lips sure is lucky if he can pull this off!''-roderigo
Let’s shout up to Desdemona’s father, wake him, pester him, spoil his happiness, spread rumors about him in the streets,- iago
''Even now, now, very now, an old black ramIs tupping your white ewe.'- iago
Because we come todo you service and you think we are ruffians, you'llhave your daughter covered with a Barbary horse,
She, in spite of nature,Of years, of country, credit, every thing,To fall in love with what she feared to look on!
if virtue no delighted beauty lack,Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.
Whereto we see in all things nature tends—Foh! One may smell in such a will most rank,Foul disproportion thoughts unnatural— But pardon me—I do not in positionDistinctly speak of her, though I may fearHer will, recoiling to her better judgment,