Conscience Is A Thousand Swords.

Thou Hast The Most Unsavoury Similes.

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.

At This Hour Lie At My Mercy All Mine Enemies.

I Am One, Sir, That Comes To Tell You Your Daughter And The Moor Are Now Making The Beast With Two Backs.(iago,acti,scenei)

If It Be You That Stirs These Daughters' Hearts Against Their Father, Fool Me Not So Much To Bear It Tamely; Touch Me With Noble Anger, And Let Not Women's Weapons, Water Drops, Stain My Man's Cheeks.