1 Quick, quick, fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow.
2 This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon, For he was great of heart.
3 I fear the trust Othello puts him in, On some odd time of his infirmity, Will shake this island.
4 Come, swear it, damn thyself, Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee.
5 She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when she seem'd to shake and fear your looks, She loved them most.
6 Poor and content is rich, and rich enough; But riches fineless is as poor as winter To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
7 Nay, it is possible enough to judgement: I do not so secure me in the error, But the main article I do approve In fearful sense.
8 And yet I fear you, for you are fatal then When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not, Since guiltiness I know not, but yet I feel I fear.
9 But pardon me: I do not in position Distinctly speak of her, though I may fear Her will, recoiling to her better judgement, May fall to match you with her country forms, And happily repent.
10 Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous: Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt, For she had eyes, and chose me.
11 Why, this is not a boon; 'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves, Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm, Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit To your own person: nay, when I have a suit Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed, It shall be full of poise and difficult weight, And fearful to be granted.'