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. 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: When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovd’st him better BRU. Sheathe your dagger; Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do Do what you will, difhonour fhall be humour.. CAS. Hath Caffius liv'd. To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, 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, 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? S 5 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. 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, For fuch things, in a false disloyal knave, Are tricks of cuftom; but in a man that's juft, 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. 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 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 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, Norr 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, Oтн. I'll know thy thoughts IAGO. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor fhall not, whilft 'tis in my cuftody. IAGO. Oh, beware, my Lord, of jealoufy; The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in blifs, But, oh, what damned minutes tells he o'er, Who doats, yet doubts; fufpects, yet ftrongly loves. 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 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, Is free of fpeech, fings, plays, and dances well: Where |