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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)

1796

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again. 1

Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

1797

Speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words.

Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

1798

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash; ’t is something, nothing;
’T was mine, ’t is his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.

Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

1799

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.

Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

1800

But, O, what damned minutes tells he o’er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly 2 loves!

Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

1801

Poor and content is rich and rich enough.

Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

1802

To be once in doubt
Is once to be resolv’d.

Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

1803

If I do prove her haggard,
Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings,
I ’ld whistle her off and let her down the wind,
To prey at fortune.

Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

1804

I am declined
Into the vale of years.

Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Note 1.
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
Venus and Adonis. [back]

Note 2.
”Fondly” in Singer and White; “soundly” in Staunton. [back]

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