Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.

“Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's…”

“Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plainShe sings as sweetly as a nightingale.Say…”

“But here must end the story of my life,And happy were I in my timely deathCould…”

“You and you are sure together,As the winter to foul weather.”