Roderigo: Tush! never tell me; I take it much unkindly that thou, Iago, who hast had my purse as if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
Iago: 'Sblood, but you will not hear me: if ever I did dream of such a matter, abbhor me.
Iago: Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners.
Cassio: Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation!
Othello: I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: no way but this;
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
And let me the canakin clink, clink;
And let me the canakin clink
A soldier's a man;
A life's but a span;
Why, then, let a soldier drink.
Iago: But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
Iago: Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
I am not merry; but I do beguile the thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!
Iago: Men should be what they seem; or those that be not, would they might seem none!