Iago, who hast had my purse as if the strings were thine (Roderigo 1,1) π
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters cannot truly be followed (1,1) π¨βπ
With as little web as this I will ensnare a fly as great as Cassio (2,1) πΈοΈ
O you are well-tuned now: but Iβll set down the pegs that make this music, as honest as I am (2,1)πΆ
My Lord, you know I love you (3,3) π
Thou weighst thou words before thou givst them breath, therefore these stops of thine fright me the more (Othello, 3,3)βοΈ