1 You'll never meet a more sufficient man.
2 Why then, I think Cassio's an honest man.
3 You, or any man living, may be drunk at a time, man.
4 Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
5 Pray heavens he be; For I have serv'd him, and the man commands Like a full soldier.
6 For mine own part, no offence to the general, nor any man of quality, I hope to be saved.
7 To do this is within the compass of man's wit, and therefore I will attempt the doing it.
8 Here is the man, this Moor, whom now it seems Your special mandate for the state affairs Hath hither brought.
9 As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound; there is more sense in that than in reputation.
10 Give me the ocular proof, Or, by the worth of man's eternal soul, Thou hadst been better have been born a dog Than answer my wak'd wrath.
11 Three great ones of the city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, Off-capp'd to him; and by the faith of man, I know my price, I am worth no worse a place.
12 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.
13 So please your grace, my ancient, A man he is of honesty and trust, To his conveyance I assign my wife, With what else needful your good grace shall think To be sent after me.
14 She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
15 What, man, there are ways to recover the general again: you are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in policy than in malice, even so as one would beat his offenceless dog to affright an imperious lion: sue to him again, and he's yours.
16 It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant general, that upon certain tidings now arrived, importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet, every man put himself into triumph: some to dance, some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and revels his addition leads him.
17 I think thou dost; And for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath, Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: For such things in a false disloyal knave Are tricks of custom; but in a man that's just, They're close dilations, working from the heart, That passion cannot rule.
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