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In my whole course of wooing, thou cry'dst, In.
And did'st contract and purse thy brow together,
Some horrible conceit: If thou dost love me,
Iago. My lord, you know I love you.
I think, thou dost:
And, for I know thou art full of love and ho
And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath,
Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: For such things, in a false disloyal knave,
Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just, They are close denotements, working from the heart, That passion cannot rule.
For Michael Cassio,—
I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest.
Oth. I think so too.
Men should be what they seem;
Or, those that be not, 'would they might seem none! Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem. Iugo.
I think that Cassio is an honest man.
Oth. 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
The worst of words.
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 are vile and
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
With meditations lawful?
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'st his ear A stranger to thy thoughts.
You'd take no notice; nor build yourself a trouble
What dost thou mean?
Iago. Good name, in man, and woman, dear my
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something,
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he, that filches from me my good name,
2 Courts of Enquiry.
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
Oth. By heaven, I'll know thy thought.
Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
Oth. Ha! Iago.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on: That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er,
Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves! Oth. O misery!
Iago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough; But riches, fineless,' is as poor as winter,
To him that ever fears he shall be
Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
Think'st thou, I'd make a life of jealousy,
With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt,
Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous,
5 Endless, unbounded.
6" Which makes fair gifts fairer.”
The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt;
Iago. I am glad of this, for now I shall have reason To show the love and duty that I bear you With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound, Receive it from me:-I speak not yet of proof. Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio; Wear your eye-—thus, not jealous, nor secure: I would not have your free and noble nature, Out of self-bounty, be abus'd; look to't:
I know our country disposition well;
In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks
They dare, not show their husbands; their best con
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.
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 am much to blame;
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon,
8 An expression from falconry: to seel a hawk is to sew up his eye-lids.
For too much loving you.
I am bound to thee for ever.
Iago. I see, this hath a little dash'd your spirits. Oth. Not a jot, not a jot.
Trust me, I fear it has.
I hope, you will consider, what is spoke
Comes from my love;-But, I do see you are mov'd:
I am to pray you, not to strain my speech
To grosser issues, nor to larger reach,
I do not think but Desdemona's honest.
Jago. Long live she so! and long live you to think
Oth. And yet, how nature erring from itself,—
Not to affect many proposed matches,
Of her own clime, complexion, and degree;
But pardon me; I do not, in position,
Distinctly speak of her though I may fear,