Blog Post #3



"She is abus'd, stol'n from me, and corrupted by spells and medicine."









"She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd and I lov'd her that she did pity them."





"Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see: she has deceived her father, and may thee."





"I hate the Moor; and it is thought abroad, that 'twist my sheets he has done my office : I know if't be true; but I, for mere suspicion in that kind, will do as if for surety."



"I drunk but one cup to-night -- and that was craftily qualified too-- and behold that innovation it makes here. I am inforunate in the ifirmity, and dare not task my weakness with anymore. I'll do't, but it dislikes me."



"Will you hear't again?"







"No; for I hold to be unworthy of his place that does those things. Well [God's] above all; and there be souls must be sav'd, and there be souls must not be sav'd."



 "Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation. I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains bestial."



"I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kindness."





"I'll pour this pestilence into his ear, that she repeals him for her body's lust; and by how much she strives to do him good, she shall undo her credit with the Moor. So will I turn her virtue into pitch, and out of her own goodness make the net that shall enmesh them all."