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• Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant? Cas. Ay, past all surgery.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc. 1...
• If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Coriolanus -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc.
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• She was a wight, if ever such wight were,-- Des. To do what?
  Iago. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer. Des....
• Cassio, I love thee; But never more be officer of mine.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• How poor are they that have not patience! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc.
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