1 All's well now, sweeting; come away to bed.
2 Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away.
3 I think that one of them is hereabout, And cannot make away.
4 You may indeed say so, For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.'
5 To lose't or give't away were such perdition As nothing else could match.
6 Therefore be merry, Cassio, For thy solicitor shall rather die Than give thy cause away.
7 Faith, that's with watching, 'twill away again; Let me but bind it hard, within this hour It will be well.'
8 I shifted him away, And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy, Bade him anon return, and here speak with me, The which he promis'd.'
9 If you do find me foul in her report, The trust, the office I do hold of you, Not only take away, but let your sentence Even fall upon my life.
10 Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters: That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her.
11 O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered here by some accident: wherein none can be so determinate as the removing of Cassio.
12 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 Judean, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdu'd eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum.