And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts.
Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.
Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.
I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.(IAGO,ActI,SceneI)