1 Whate'er you be, I am obedient.
2 Now he importunes him To tell it o'er.
3 Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home.
4 A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements.
5 Let me go, sir, Or I'll knock you o'er the mazard.
6 Nay, lay thee down and roar; For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent That e'er did lift up eye.
7 I therefore vouch again, That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood, Or with some dram conjur'd to this effect, He wrought upon her.
8 If sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt an erring barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian be not too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her; therefore make money.
9 Whoe'er he be, that in this foul proceeding, Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herself, And you of her, the bloody book of law You shall yourself read in the bitter letter, After your own sense, yea, though our proper son Stood in your action.
10 Like to the Pontic Sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up.