O! beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But, O! what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet soundly loves!


Othello [1604—1605], III, lll, 165


O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his...

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his...

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his...

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his...