I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.

The Strawberry Grows Underneath The Nettle And Wholesome Berries Thrive And Ripen Best Neighbour'd By Fruit Of Baser Quality.

O England! Model To Thy Inward Greatness, Like Little Body With A Might Heart.

Fall Greeks; Fail Fame; Honour Or Go Or Stay; My Major Vow Lies Here, This I'll Obey.

O Time, Thou Must Untangle This, Not I. It Is Too Hard A Knot For Me T'untie.

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)