“Because we come to do you service, and you think we are ruffians, you'll have your daughter cover'd with a Barbary horse; you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have coursers for cousins and gennets for germans.
BRABANTIO. What profane wretch art thou?
IAGO. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
BRABANTIO. Thou art a villain.
IAGO. You are a senator.
BRABANTIO. This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Roderigo.”