1 I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
2 My hopes do shape him for the governor.
3 If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.
4 I hope you will consider what is spoke Comes from my love.
5 These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope, They do not point on me.
6 Tell him I have moved my lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well.
7 For mine own part, no offence to the general, nor any man of quality, I hope to be saved.
8 When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
9 His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his pilot Of very expert and approv'd allowance; Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death, Stand in bold cure.
10 Every day thou daffest me with some device, Iago, and rather, as it seems to me now, keepest from me all conveniency than suppliest me with the least advantage of hope.
11 Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction, had they rain'd All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head, Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips, Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes, I should have found in some place of my soul A drop of patience.