1 Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't.
2 Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore; Be sure of it.
3 Sure there's some wonder in this handkerchief, I am most unhappy in the loss of it.
4 Good morrow, good lieutenant; I am sorry For your displeasure, but all will sure be well.
5 Tis true, most worthy signior, The duke's in council, and your noble self, I am sure is sent for.
6 But thou must needs be sure My spirit and my place have in them power To make this bitter to thee.
7 That you shall surely find him, Lead to the Sagittary the raised search, And there will I be with him.
8 For, sir, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: In following him, I follow but myself.
9 Leave it to time: Though it be fit that Cassio have his place, For sure he fills it up with great ability, Yet if you please to hold him off awhile, You shall by that perceive him and his means.
10 Something sure of state, Either from Venice, or some unhatch'd practice Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him, Hath puddled his clear spirit, and in such cases Men's natures wrangle with inferior things, Though great ones are their object.
11 But men are men; the best sometimes forget; Though Cassio did some little wrong to him, As men in rage strike those that wish them best, Yet surely Cassio, I believe, receiv'd From him that fled some strange indignity, Which patience could not pass.