Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.
One man in his time plays many parts.
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)
You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!
It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.
Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!