Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. CAS. Hath Caffius liv'd. To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, 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, SHAKSPEARE. CHAP. XXVII. OTHELLO AND IAGO. IAGO. MY noble Lord, OTн. What doft thou fay lago? woo'd my lady, Know of your love? OIн. He did, from first 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. OTH. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'ft thou aught in that? Is he not honest. IAGO. Honeft, my Lord? Oтн. Honeft? aye, honeft. IAGO. My Lord, for aught I know. OTH. What doft thou think! IAGO. Think, my Lord !. OтH. Think, my Lord! Why, by Heav'n, thou écho't me, As if there were fome monfter in thy thought, Too hideous to be fhewn. Thou doft mean something In my whole course of wooing: thou cry'd'ft, « Indeed !” As if thou then hadft shut up in thy brain Some horrible conceit. If thou doft love me, Shew me thy thought. IAGO. My Lord, you know I love you... OTH. I think thou doft: And, for I know, thou art full of love and honesty, And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath, IAGO, IAGO. For Michael Caffio, I dare be fworn, I think, that he is honest, IAGO. Men fhould be what they seem : Or, those that be not, would thy might seem knaves. I pray thee speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou doft ruminate: and give thy worst of thoughts IAGO. Good my Lord, pardon me, Though I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to all that flaves are free to; Keeps leets and law-days, and in feffions fit OTH. Thou doft confpire against thy friend, Iago. IAGO. I do beseech you, Think I, perchance, am vicious in my guess, Nor Nor for my manhood, honefty, and wisdom, To let you know my thoughts. OH. What doft thou mean? IAGO. Good name in man or woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their fouls, Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 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. Отн. На! IAGO. O beware, my lord, of jealoufy: It is a green-ey'd monster, which doth mock Who doats, yet doubts; fufpects, yet ftrongly loves! IAGO. Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; To him that ever fears he hall be poor. Good Heaven! the fouls of all my tribe defend OтH. Why, why is this? Think't thou I'd make a life of jealousy ? To follow ftill the changes of the moon Is free of speech, fings, plays, and dances well; Where Where virtue is, these make more virtuous. For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago, And, on the proof, there is no more but this, IAGO. I'm glad of this; for now I shall have reason To fhew the love and duty that I bear you With franker spirit. Therefore, as I'm bound, I fpeak not yet of proof. Receive it from me. Look to your wife, obferve her well with Caffio; In Venice they do let Heav'n fee the pranks OTH. Duft thou say so? IAGO. She did deceive her father, marrying you : And when the feem'd to shake, and fear your looks, She lov'd them most. OTH. And fo fhe did. IAGO. Go to then; She, that, so young, could give out fuch a feeming He thought 'twas witchcraft But I'm much to blame; I humbly do beseech you of your pardon, For too much loving you. Отн. I am bound to thee for ever. IACO. I fee this hath a little dash'd your spirits. |