Act ii. Sc. 1.
Iago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.
Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion!
Act ii. Sc. 3.
Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle
From her propriety.
Act ii. Sc. 3.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
Act ii. Sc. 3.
O that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains!
Act iii. Sc. 3.
Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.