1 I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
2 I would not have your free and noble nature, Out of self-bounty, be abus'd.
3 My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty: To you I am bound for life and education.
4 A noble ship of Venice Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance On most part of their fleet.
5 Tis true, most worthy signior, The duke's in council, and your noble self, I am sure is sent for.
6 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.
7 And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor Should hazard such a place as his own second With one of an ingraft infirmity: It were an honest action to say so To the Moor.'
8 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.
9 That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it; That she loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit: The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not, Is of a constant, loving, noble nature; And, I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona A most dear husband.'
10 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.
11 Now my sick fool Roderigo, Whom love hath turn'd almost the wrong side out, To Desdemona hath tonight carous'd Potations pottle-deep; and he's to watch: Three lads of Cyprus, noble swelling spirits, That hold their honours in a wary distance, The very elements of this warlike isle, Have I tonight fluster'd with flowing cups, And they watch too.