Iago: Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. Othello: Arise black vengeance from thy hollow cell. Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne to tyrannous hate. Now by yond marble heaven, in the due reverence of a sacred vow, I here engage my words. Iago: We cannot all be masters, nor all masters cannot truly be followed. Iago: Oh Beware, my lord, of jealousy. 'Tis the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on. Iago: This is the night... that either makes me or for does me quite. Othello: Soft you; a word or two before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know't. No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Set you down this; And say besides, that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus. Othello: Put out the light - and then - put out the light Othello: I kissed thee ere I killed thee: no way but this; Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.