Act iii. Sc. 3.
O, now, forever,
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! O farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
Othello's occupation's gone!
Act iii. Sc. 3.
Give me the ocular proof.
Act iii. Sc. 3.
But this denoted a foregone conclusion.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
They laugh that win.