OTHELLO.  Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic Sea,  Whose icy current and compulsive course  Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on  To the Propontic and the Hellespont;  Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace  Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,  Till that a capable and wide revenge  Swallow them up. Now by yond marble heaven,  In the due reverence of a sacred vow  [Kneels.]  I here engage my words.

Never Iago

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