Moor, take care of yourself-beware how you kindle my fury, Moor. We are alone! And I have still an unsullied name to stake against yours! Trust not the devil, although he be of your own raising. Does this deportment become thee towards thy sovereign and gracious master? Tremble, slave! For fear of your displeasure, I suppose? What signifies your displeasure to a man who is at war with himself?