Go, tell your flaves how choleric you are,

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And make your bordmen tremble. Muft I budge
Muft 1 obferve you? muft I stand and crouch and wo
Under your tefly humour? By the gods;

You shall digeft the venom of your spleen,
Tho' it do fplit you: for from this day forth

I'll ufe you for my mirth, yea for my laughter, - - - ́
When you are wafpifh.

CAS. Is it come to this

BRU. You fay, you are a better foldier

a bi Let it appear fo; make your vaunting 'true, bus4 And it shall pleafe me well. For mine own

1 fhall be glad to learn of noble men.
CAS. You wrong me every way
Brutus

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you wrong me,

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BRU. If you did, I cate'nóti derson

CAS. When Cæfar liv'd, he durft fot thus have mov'd me.
BRU. Peace, peace; you'dufft hot fo have tempted him.
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BRU! You have done that you'fhould be forry for.
There is no terror, Caffius, in your threats,

For I'am arm'd fo ftrong in honeft,q
That they pafs by me as the idle wind

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From the hard hand of peasants their vilé trash

By any

indirection. I did fend

To you for gold to pay my legions,

Which you denied me was that done like Caffius ?
Should I have answer'd Caius Caffius fot

When Marcus Brutus grows fo covetous,

To lock fuch rafcal counters from his friends,

Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;
Dash him to pieces.

CAS. I deny'd you not.

BRU. You did. 421

CAS. I did not-he was but a fool

That, brought my anfwer back.Brutus. hath rivid my 1.heart.

A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,

But Brutus makes mine greater than they are,

BRU. I do not. Still you practise them on me.
CAS You love me not.

BRU. I do not like your faults.

CAS. A friendly eye could never fee fuch faults.

BRU. A flatt'rer's would not, though they do appear

As huge as high Olympus.

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CAS. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come!

Revenge yourselves alone on Caffius,

For Caffius is a-weary of the world;

Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother;
Check'd by a bondman; all his faults obferv'd,
Set in a note-book, learn'd and conn'd by fote,
To caft into my teeth. O, I could weep
My fpirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breaft-within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold!
If that thou need'ft a Roman's, take it forth.
I, that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike as thou didst at Cæfar; for I know,
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When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dft him better Than ever thou lov'dit Caffius.

BRU. Sheathe your dagger;

Be angry when you will, it fhall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
O Caffius; you are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger as the flint bears fire,
Which, much enforced, fhews a shafty fpark,
And ftraight is cold again.

CAS. Hath Caffius liv'd

To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,

When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?.
A BRUL When I spoke that, I was ill temper'd too. -
CAS. Do you confefs fo much? Give me your hand.
BRU. And my heart too.

CAS. O Brutus !

BRU. What's the matter?

CAS. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful?

BRU. Yes, Caffius, and from henceforth,

When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,13 394Â Ã He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so? SHAKESPEARE.

CHAP. XXVII. .......

OTHELLO AND IAGO. MO

IAGO. MY noble Lord,

OTH. What doft thou fay, lago

1AGO. Did Michael Caflio, when you woo'd my Lady,

Know of your love?

OTH. He did, from firft to laft: why dost thou ask?
IAGO. But for a fatisfaction of my thought,

No farther harm.

Oтн. Why of thy thought, Iago?:

IAGO. I did not think he'd been acquainted with it.

Отн.

OTH.Oh, yes, and went between us very oft.
IAGO. Indeed! calorad toy wal

OTH. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honeft? (1.3vig JA

IAGO. Honeft, my Lord?

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OTн. Think, my Lord Why, by Heav'n, thou

As if there were some monster in thy thought Jar Ama Too hideous to be fhewn

I heard thee fay but now,"
When Caffio left my wife.

Thou doft mean fomething: thou likʼft not that,”—i What did❜st not like ?

And when I told thee, he was of my counfel,1 vodi?) In my whole courfe of wooing, thou crydft, "Indeed!?? And didft contract and purse thy brow together,al As if thou then hadft shut up in thy brain

Some horrible conceit. If thou doft love me, i

Shew me thy thought. v**/

IAGO. My Lord, you know I love you. Lalanga lë
OTH. I think thou doft t

And, for I know, thou art full of love and honesty,o ?
And weigh'ft thy words before thou giv'ft them breath,
Therefore these ftops of thine fright me the more.
For fuch things in a false disloyal knave

Are tricks of cuftom; but in a man that's juft, vodo
They're cold dilations working from the heart, 20
That paffion cannot rule, emriserna bud

IAGO. For Michael Caffio, lows, custbag, ziɔ 1 dare be fworn, I think, that he is honeft.n also o OTH.I think fo too.

IAGO. Men fhould be what they seem;

Or, those that be not, would they might feem knaves. OTH. Certain! men fhould be what they feem.

1 Ado. Why, then I think, Caffio's an honest man. Oтн. Nay, yet there's more in this l ) Ispray thee speak to me as to thy thinkings ; dur) As thou doft ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts i The worst of words, Almal vir fuch

JAGO, Good, my Lord, pardon me; I] Though I am bound to every act of duty, M

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I am not bound to that all flaves are free to
Utter my thoughts!Why, day, they're vile and false;
As where's that palace, where into foul things
Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast so pure
But fome uncleanly apprehenfions such case prod
Keep leets and law-days, and in feflions fitum eo i
With meditations lawful?

OTнThou doft conspire, against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'ft him wrong'd, and mak’st his earn! A tranger to thy thoughts.cow to dieco slanu vm cl IAGO. I do beseech you, sret

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Think I, perchance, am vicious in my guess, mora (As, I confefs, it is my nature's plague, aion sand To 'fpy into abuse; and oft my jealousy

Shapes faults that are hot) entreat you then, al
From one that fo imperfectly conjects,vid I,&TO
Your wildom would not build yourself a trouble. A
Out of my scattered and unfure obfervance visa k
It were not for your quiet, nor your good,comandare
Nor for my manhood, honefty, and wisdom,
To let you know my thoughts. presso tudo q

Отн. What dost thou mean? zachtovk Blow of ye.”T IAGO. Good name in man or woman, my dear Lord, Is the immediate jewel of their fouls.

Who fteals my purfe, fteals trahitis fomethingy nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been flave to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name, 094. Robs me of that which not enriches him, alors au wie od blood weck Lab10

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