Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice-driven bed of down.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
I saw Othello's visage in his mind.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
Put money in thy purse.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
Framed to make women false.