Othello Act 3

Ocular proof
I think my wife be honest and think she is not
Kind and honest Iago
“The green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on”
Begot upon itself, born on itself
Give me your hand. This hand is moist, my lady
they are all but stomachs, and we all but food
I’ll tear her to pieces
Death and damnation! O!
when perdition catch my soul/ But I do love thee! And when I do not love thee/ Chaos will come again
she had eyes and chose me
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more
I’ll devise a mean to draw the Moor/ Out of the way
My lord, you know I love you
“Show me thy thought” “By heavens I know thy thought”