There is a world elsewhere.

“O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb?I am no baby, I, that with base pray…”

“Were I the Moor I would not be Iago.In following him I follow but myself;Heaven…”

“Ah, kill me with your weapon, not with words.”

“For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my …”