Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

Gently to hear, kindly to judge.

I am that merry wanderer of the night.

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

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)