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There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
Act v. Sc. 2.
A hit, a very palpable hit.
OTh.e.l.lO.
Act i. Sc. 1.
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Most potent, grave, and reverend seigniors.
Act i. Sc. 3.
The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more.
Act i. Sc. 3.
I will a round, unvarnished tale deliver Of my whole course of love.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents, by flood and field; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach.
Act i. Sc. 3.
My story being done She gave me for my pains a world of signs: She swore, In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas pa.s.sing; strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wished she had not heard it; yet she wished That Heaven had made her such a man.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Upon this hint I spake.
Act i. Sc. 3.
I do perceive hero a divided duty.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
For I am nothing, if not critical.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
_Iago._ To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.
_Des_. O most lame and impotent conclusion!
Act ii. Sc. 3.
Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle From her propriety.
Act ii. Sc. 3.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
Act ii. Sc. 3.
O that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains!
Act iii. Sc. 3.
Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
Act iii. Sc. 3.
Good name, in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs roe of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Act iii. Sc. 3.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth make The meat it feeds on.
Act iii. Sc. 3.
Trifles, light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.
