1 Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk.
2 Nay, stare not, masters, it is true indeed.
3 Your wife, my lord, your true and loyal wife.
4 I told him what I thought, and told no more Than what he found himself was apt and true.
5 I know not if 't be true, But I, for mere suspicion in that kind, Will do as if for surety.'
6 Tis true, most worthy signior, The duke's in council, and your noble self, I am sure is sent for.
7 Bounteous madam, Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, He's never anything but your true servant.
8 She lov'd thee, cruel Moor, So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true; So speaking as I think, I die, I die.
9 Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor'd her, Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her, As true hearts cannot bear.
10 Nay, had she been true, If heaven would make me such another world Of one entire and perfect chrysolite, I'd not have sold her for it.
11 And but my noble Moor Is true of mind and made of no such baseness As jealous creatures are, it were enough To put him to ill thinking.
12 If any wretch have put this in your head, Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse, For if she be not honest, chaste, and true, There's no man happy.
13 Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters: That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her.
14 Sir, he is rash, and very sudden in choler, and haply with his truncheon may strike at you: provoke him that he may, for even out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny, whose qualification shall come into no true taste again but by the displanting of Cassio.