Brabantio: A maiden never bold; blushed at herself and she-in spite of nature, of years, of country, credit, everything-to fall in love with what she feared to look on? It is a judgement maimed and most imperfect that will confess perfection so could err against all rules of nature, and must be driven to find out practices of cunning hell why this should be. I therefore vouch again that with some mixtures powerful o’er the blood, he wrought upon her.
Act 1 Scene 3. Lines: 94-106