Sc. 1.
Sir, though I am not splenetive and rash, Yet have I in me something
dangerous.
Act v. Sc. 1.
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
Act v. Sc. 2.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
Act v. Sc. 2.
There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
Act v. Sc. 2.
A hit, a very palpable hit.
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OTHELLO.
Act i. Sc. 1.
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Most potent, grave, and reverend seigniors.
Act i. Sc. 3.
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more.
Act i. Sc. 3.
I will a round, unvarnished tale deliver
Of my whole course of love.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents, by flood and field;
Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach.
Act i. Sc. 3.
My story being done
She gave me for my pains a world of signs:
She swore, In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing; strange;
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:
She wished she had not heard it; yet she
wished
That Heaven had made her such a man.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Upon this hint I spake.
Act i. Sc. 3.
I do perceive hero a divided duty.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
For I am nothing, if not critical.
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