Shall ne’er look back, ne’er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up. Now, by yond’ marble heaven,
In the due reverence of a sacred vow
I here engage my words.
—Othello, Act iii., Sc. 3.
Blow winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanes, spout
Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,