you are well tuned now…
I’ll set down the pegs that make this music
prescription to die…
when death is our physician
Heaven is…
my judge
and by the faith of man…
I know my price, I am worth no worse a place.
Hell and night…
most bring this monstrous birth.
demand me nothing…
What you know, you know.
old black ram…
Is tupping you white ewe.
Your daughter and the Moor…
are making the beast with two backs.
I am not…
what I am
strangle her in bed…
even the bed she hath contaminated.
I lay with Cassio lately…
in sleep, I heard him say, ‘sweet Desdemona’
with a little a web as this…
will ensnare as great a fly as Cassio