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Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
Who steals my purse steals trash. ’Tis something, nothing:
’Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands.
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed. (III.iii.)
No, Iago,
I’ll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove,
And on the proof there is no more but this:
Away at once with love or jealousy! (III.iii.)
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stol’n,
Let him not know’t and he’s not robbed at all. (III.iii.)
By the world,
I think my wife be honest and think she is not.
I think that thou art just and think thou art not. (III.iii.)
Oh, blood, blood, blood! (III.iii.)
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