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Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
O Caflius, you are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger as the fint bears fire :
Which much inforced, shews a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

Cas. Hach Caflus 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 confess so much! give me your hand,
BRU. And my heart too.
Cas. O Brutus !
BKU. What's the matter?

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

Bkv. Yes, Caflius, and from henceforth When you are over earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you fo.

SUAKSPLAAS.

CHAP. XXVII.

OTHELLO AND I AGO.

My noble Lord,

IAGO.
OTH. What doft thou say lago?,

Iago. Did Michael Callio, when you woo'd my lady, Know of your love?

01h. He did, from first to last: why doft chou-ak ?

Lago. But for a fatisfaction of my thought,
No farther harm.
OTH. Why of thy thought Iago?

IAGO. I did not think he'd been acquainted with it.
Orh. Oh, yes, and went between us very oft.
IAGO. Indeed !
OTH. Indeed!

ay, indeed. Discern'A thou aught in that: Is he not honeft.

Iago. Honeft, my Lord ?
Orh. Honest ? aye, honeft.
lago. My Lord, for aught I know.
OTH. What dost thou think!
JAGO.

Lord !
OTH. Think, my Lord! Why, by Heav'n, thou echo's

Think, my

me,

As if there were some monster in thy thought,
Too hideous to be shewn. Thou doft mean something :
I heard thee say but now, “ thou lik’ft not that,".
When Caflio left my wife. What didft not like?
And when I told thee, he was of my counsel,
In my whole course of wooing : thou cry'd'A,“ Indeed!”
And did it contract and purse thy brow together,
As if thou then hadft shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me,
Shew me thy thought.

Iaco. 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'it thy words before thou giv'it 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're cold dilations working from the heart,
That passion cannot rule.

IA'SO:

IAGO. For Michael Cassio,
I dare.be sworn, I think, that he is honeft,

Orh. I think so too.

Iaco. Men should be what they seem :
Or, those that be not, would thy might seem knaves,

Orh. Certain ! men should be what they seem.
IAGO. Why, then I think Cadio's an honest man.

Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this;
I pray thee speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou doft ruminate: and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst-of words.

Iaco. 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;
Urter my thoughts I-Why, say, they're vile and false;
As where's that palace, whereinto foul things
Sometimes intrude not: Who has a breast so pure,
But some uncleanly apprehensions
Keeps leets and law-days, and in feflons fit
With meditations lawful ?

Orh. 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.

Iago. I do beseech you,
Think I, perchance, am vicious in my guess,
(As, I confess, it is my nature's plague
To 'spy into abuse; and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not) I intreat you then,
From one that so imperfectly conjects,
Your wisdom would not build yourself a trouble
Out of my scattered and unsure observance :
It were not for your quiet nor your good,

Nor

Nor for my manhood, honefty, and wisdom,
To let you know my thouglats.

OH. What doft thou mean?

Iaco. 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; 'Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been save to thousands; | But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.

OTH. I'll know thy thoughts apuna
Iago. You cannot, if

my heart were in your hand; Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.

Отн. На !

lago. O beware, my lord, of jealoufy : It is a 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 oh, what damned minutės tells he o'er, Who doats, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves !

OTH. O misery!

Iaco. Poor and content, is rich and rich enough;
But riches endless, is as poor as winter,
To him that ever fears he rz!l ha poor.
Good Heaven! the souls of all my tribe defend
From jealousy!

OTH. Why, why is this?
Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy?
To follow ftill the changes of the moon
With fresh fufpicions? 'Tis not to make me jealous,
To say, my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Is free of Speech, fings, plays, and dances well.;

Where

Where virtue is, these make more virtuous.
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt,
For she had eyes, and chose me.

No, Iago,
I'll fee, before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove;
And, on the proof, there is no more but this,
Away at once with love or jealousy.

lago. I'm glad of this; for now I shall have reason
To Thew the love and duty that I bear you
With franker spirit. Therefore, as I'm bound,
Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.
Look to your wife, observe her well with Callio;
Wear your eye-thus; not jealous nor fecure !
- I would not have your free and noble nature
Out of felf-bounty be abus'd; look to't.
I know our country difpofition well ;
In Venice they do let Hear'n see the pranks
They dare not thew their husbands.

Orh. Duft thou say fo?

Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you : And when she seem'd to shake, and fear your looks, She lov'd them moft.

OTH. And so she did.

Iago. Go to then;
She, that, so young, could give out such a seeming
To seal her father's eyes up, close as oak-
He thought 'twas witchcraft But I'm much to blame;
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon,
For too much loving you.

OTH. I am bound to thee for ever.
Iago. I see this hath a little daih'd your spirits.
OTH, Nof a jot, not a jot.
T.

IACO,

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