|Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,|
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
|O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!|
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
|Speak to me as to thy thinkings, |
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words.