A maiden never bold, of spirit so still and quiet that he motion blushed at herself. Brabantio
She loved me for the dangers I had passed and I loved her that she did not pity them. Othello
She deceived her father Brabantio
And in th’essential vesture of creation Cassio
The divine Desdemona Cassio
She was never foolish that was fair Iago
She first loved the Moor, but for bragging and telling her fantastical lies Iago
She is full of the most blest condition Rodrigo
She is indeed perfection Cassio
Our general’s wife is now the general... for he hath devoted and given up himself to... her parts and graces Iago
She is so free so kind, so apt, so blest a disposition Iago
If I have any grace or power