You have little cause to say so.
You shall not write my praise.
How if fair and foolish?
Good morrow, good Lieutenant: I am sorry
For your displeasure; but all will sure be well....
Pray you, come in;
I will bestow you where you shall have time...
Good madam, do: I warrant it grieves my husband,
As if the case were his.
Madam, here comes my lord.
I am glad I have found this napkin:
This was her first remembrance from the Moor:...
Do not you chide; I have a thing for you.
O, is that all? What will you give me now
For the same handkerchief?
Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona;...
No, 'faith; she let it drop by negligence.
And, to the advantage, I, being here, took't up....
What will you do with 't, that you have been
If it be not for some purpose of import,
Give't me again: poor lady, she'll run mad...
I know not, madam.
Is he not jealous?
Look, where he comes.
Is not this man jealous?
'Tis not a year or two shows us a man:
They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;...
He went hence but now,
And certainly in strange unquietness.
Pray heaven it be state-matters, as you think,
And no conception nor no jealous toy...
But jealous souls will not be answer'd so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,...
Nor ever heard, nor...