1 Cassio, I love thee, But never more be officer of mine.
2 That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, And keeps the gate of hell.
3 I hate the Moor, And it is thought abroad that 'twixt my sheets He has done my office.'
4 If partially affin'd, or leagu'd in office, Thou dost deliver more or less than truth, Thou art no soldier.
5 All offices are open, and there is full liberty of feasting from this present hour of five till the bell have told eleven.
6 I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer.
7 I do not like the office, But sith I am enter'd in this cause so far, Prick'd to 't by foolish honesty and love, I will go on.'
8 Othello, leave some officer behind, And he shall our commission bring to you, With such things else of quality and respect As doth import you.
9 If you do find me foul in her report, The trust, the office I do hold of you, Not only take away, but let your sentence Even fall upon my life.
10 I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, Have not devis'd this slander.
11 Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you That by your virtuous means I may again Exist, and be a member of his love, Whom I, with all the office of my heart, Entirely honour.
12 Your officer, Iago, can inform you, While I spare speech, which something now offends me, Of all that I do know; nor know I aught By me that's said or done amiss this night, Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice, And to defend ourselves it be a sin When violence assails us.