It were well
The General were put in mind of it.
Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature
Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio
And looks not on his evils. (II.iii.)
Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost
my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of
myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation,
Iago, my reputation! (II.iii.)
O god, that men
should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their
brains! That we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and
applause, transform ourselves into beasts! (II.iii.)
Divinity of Hell!
When devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
As I do now. (II.iii.)