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Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,

Dash him to pieces.

CAS. I deny'd you not.

BRU. You did.

CAS. I did not-he was but a fool

That brought my anfwer back.-Brutus hath riv'd my 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.

CAS. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come! Revenge yourfelves 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 rote,
To caft into my teeth.
OI could weep
My fpirit from mine eyes!-There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast-within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold!
If that thou needst à Roman's, take it forth.
I, that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike as thou didft at Cæfar; for I know,

When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovd’st him better
Than ever thou lovd'ft Caffius.

BRU. Sheathe your dagger;

Be

angry when you will, it shall have scope;

Do

Do what you will, difhonour fhall be humour..
O Caffius, you are yoked with a lamb,.
That carries anger, as the flint bears fire;
Which much inforced, fhews a hafty spark,
And straight 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?
BRU. 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.

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

BRU. Yes, Caffius, and from henceforth.

When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you fo.

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JAGO. Did Michael Caffio, when you woo'd my Lady,

Know of your love?

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

No farther harm.

ОтH. Why of thy thought, Iago?

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IAGO.

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

Отн.

IAGO.

Oh, yes, and went between us very oft.

Indeed!

Oтн. Indeed! ay, indeed. Difcern'ft thou aught in that? Is he not honest!

IAGO. Honeft, my Lord?

Oтн. Honeft? ay, honest.

IAGO. My Lord, for aught I know.

Oтн. What doft thou think?

IAGO. Think, my Lord!

OTH. Think, my Lord! Why by Heav'n, thou echo't

me;

As if there were fome monfter in thy thought,

Thou doft mean fomething:

thou lik'st not that,”. What didst not like ?

"Indeed!"

Too hideous to be fhewn.
I heard thee fay but now,"
When Caffio left my wife.
And when I told thee, he was of my counfel,
In my whole course of wooing; thou cry'd'st,
And didft contract and purse thy brow together,
As if thou then hadft fhut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit. If thou doft love me,
Shew me thy thought.

IAGO. My Lord, you know I love you.

ОTH. I think thou doft:

And, for I know, thou art full of love and honesty,

And weigh'st 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,
They're cold dilations working from the heart,
That paffion cannot rule.

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I dare be fworn, I think, that he is honeft..

Отн. I think fo too.

IAGO.

Men fhould be what they seem ;

Or, thofe that be not, would they might feem knaves !!

Отн. Certain men fhould be what they seem.
IAGO. Why, then I think Caffio's an honest man.
Oтн. Nay, yet there's more in this;

I pray thee speak to me as to thy thinkings,

As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words..

IAGO.. Good my Lord, pardon me...

Though I am bound to every act of duty,....

I am not bound to that all flaves are free to ; 1
Utter my thoughts!-Why, fay, they're vile and false;;
As where's that palace, whereinto foul things.
Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast so pure,
But fome uncleanly apprehenfions

Keep leets and law-days, and in feffions fit

With meditations lawful?

Отн.

OTH.

Thou doft confpire againft thy friend, Iago,

If thou but think'ft him wrong'd, and mak'ft his ear
A ftranger to thy thoughts..

IAGO. I do beseech you,

Think I, perchance, am vicious in my guess,. (As, I confefs, it is my nature's plague

To 'fpy into abuse; and oft my jealoufy

Shapes faults that are not) I intreat you then,
From one that fo imperfectly conjects,
Your wisdom would not build yourself a trouble
Out of my scattered and unfure observance:
It were not for your quiet, nor your good,
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Nor for my manhood, honefty, and wisdom,

To let you know my thoughts.

Отн. What doft thou mean?

IAGO. Good name in man or woman, dear my Lord,

Is the immediate jewel of their fouls.

Who fteals my purfe, fteals trash; 'tis fomething, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his; and has been flave to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name,

Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

Oтн. I'll know thy thoughts

IAGO. You cannot, if my

heart were in your hand;

Nor fhall not, whilft 'tis in my cuftody.

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IAGO. Oh, beware, my Lord, of jealoufy;
It is a green-ey'd monster, which doth mock

The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in blifs,
Who certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;

But, oh, what damned minutes tells he o'er,

Who doats, yet doubts; fufpects, yet ftrongly loves.

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JAGO. Poor and content, is rich and rich enough;

But riches endless, is as poor as winter,

To him that ever fears he shall be poor.

Good Heaven! the fouls of all my tribe defend
From jealousy!

Oтн. Why, why is this?

Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealoufy?

To follow ftill the changes of the moon

With fresh fufpicions ?'Tis not to make me jealous,
To fay, my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,

Is free of fpeech, fings, plays, and dances well:

Where

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