Show me thy thought. Iago. My lord, you know I love you. Oth. I think thou dost ; And, for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty, Are tricks of custom; but in a man that's just Iago. For Michael Cassio, I dare be sworn I think that he is honest.(66) Iago. Men should be what they seem; I prithee, speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words. lago. Good my lord, pardon me : Though I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to that all slaves are free to. Utter my thoughts? Why, say they're vile and false,— As where's that palace whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure, But some uncleanly apprehensions Keep leets and law-days, and in session sit Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, I do beseech you— Iago. As, I confess, it is my nature's plague To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy Shapes faults that are not-that your wisdom yet, Would take no notice; nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance :- Oth. What dost thou mean? Iago. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; And makes me poor indeed. Oth. By heaven, I'll know thy thoughts! Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Oth. Ha! Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves !(69) Iago. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough; To him that ever fears he shall be poor: Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy! Oth Why, why is this? Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubt To such exsufficate and blown surmises, The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt; Iago. I'm glad of it; for now I shall have reason I know our country disposition well; In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience Is-not to leave undone, but keep unknown. Oth. Dost thou say so? Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when she seem'd to shake and fear your looks, She lov'd them most. Oth. And so she did. Why, go to, then ; She that, so young, could give out such a seeming, To seel her father's eyes up close as oak— He thought 'twas witchcraft :-but I'm much to blame ; I humbly do beseech you of your pardon For too much loving you. Oth. I'm bound to thee for ever. Iago. I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits. Iago. I' faith, I fear it has. I hope you will consider what is spoke Comes from my love;-but I do see you're mov'd :— I am to pray you not to strain my speech To grosser issues nor to larger reach Than to suspicion. Oth. I will not. Iago. Should you do so, my lord, My speech should fall into such vile success As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy friend :My lord, I see you're mov’d. Oth. No, not much mov'd:I do not think but Desdemona's honest. : Iago. Long live she so! and long live you to think so! Iago. Ay, there's the point:-as-to be bold with you— Not to affect many proposed matches Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, Oth. Farewell, farewell: If more thou dost perceive, let me know more; [Going. Oth. Why did I marry?—This honest creature doubtless Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. Iago. My lord, I would I might entreat your honour To scan this thing no further; leave it to time: Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty, [Returning. [Exit. Of human dealings. If I do prove her haggard, For others' uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great ones; 'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death: Des. Re-enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA. Your dinner, and the generous islanders By you invited, do attend your presence. Des. Are you not well? Why do you speak so faintly? Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. Des. Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again: Let me but bind it hard, within this hour It will be well. Oth. Your napkin is too little; [He puts the handkerchief from him; and she drops it. Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you. Des. I'm very sorry that you are not well. [Exeunt Othello and Desdemona. Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin : This was her first remembrance from the Moor: My wayward husband hath a hundred times |