So Foul And Fair A

Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou Dost Not Feel.

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

Though Those That Are Betray'd Do Feel The Treason Sharply, Yet The Traitor Stands In Worse Case Of Woe

I Am Declined Into The Vale Of Years.

Thou Dost Conspire Against Thy Friend, Iago, If Thou But Think'st Him Wronged, And Mak'st His Ear A Stranger To Thy Thoughts.