jealousy

• twixt my sheets, he’s done my office (1,3)

  the lusty Moor hath leaped into my seat…a poisonous mineral gnaw my inwards (Iago 2,1)

  oft my jealousy shapes thoughts that are not (Othello, 3,3)

  It is the green eyed monster that doth mock the meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss who, certain of his fate, love not his wronger (Iago 3,3)
• Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations as strong as proofs of holy writ (Iago 3,3)

  my bloody thoughts with violent pace shall ne’er look back, ne’er ebb to humble love (Othello 3,3)

  A horned man’s a monster, and a beast (othello 4,1)

  O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice to break her sword (Othello 5,1)