OTHELLO Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh. DESDEMONA O, falsely, falsely murder'd!
However keen the insight of Shakespeare may have been into the hearts of his high-born characters, he had no conception of the unity of the human race. For him the prince and the peasant were not of the same blood.
Welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow!
For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.
Farewell, fair cruelty.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.