I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.
My chastity's the jewel of our house, bequeathed down from many ancestors.
A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.
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)
What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes