The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, could find in my heart to stay here still and turn witch.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii

It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.

What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?