1 She is protectress of her honour too.
2 He knows not yet of his honourable fortune.
3 For naught did I in hate, but all in honour.
4 Why, anything; An honourable murderer, if you will.
5 Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop, Not to outsport discretion.
6 I saw Othello's visage in his mind, And to his honours and his valiant parts Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
7 Nay, but he prated, And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms Against your honour, That with the little godliness I have, I did full hard forbear him.
8 Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you That by your virtuous means I may again Exist, and be a member of his love, Whom I, with all the office of my heart, Entirely honour.
9 Now my sick fool Roderigo, Whom love hath turn'd almost the wrong side out, To Desdemona hath tonight carous'd Potations pottle-deep; and he's to watch: Three lads of Cyprus, noble swelling spirits, That hold their honours in a wary distance, The very elements of this warlike isle, Have I tonight fluster'd with flowing cups, And they watch too.