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OTHELLO AND IAOO.
1AGO. MY noble Lord,
OTH. What dost thou say, Iago?
Iaoo. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my Ladj, Know of your love?
OTH. He did, from first to last ; why dost thou ask?
IAGO. But for a satisfaction of my thougktt No farther harm.
OTH. Why of thy thought, Iago?
IAGO. I did not think he'd been acquainted with it.
OTH. Oh, yes, and went between us very oft.
OTH. Indeed ! ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honest?
IAGO. Honest, my Lord?
IAGO. Think, my Lord!
OTH. Think, my Lord! Why by Heav'n, thou echo'st me,
As if there were some monster in thy thought,
Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something^;
I heard thee say but now, " thou lik'st not that,"—
When Cassio left my wife. What did'st not like? .
And when 1 told thee, he was of my counsel,
In my whole oourse of wooing; thou cry'd'st," Indeed?f
And .did'st contract and purse thy brow together.
As if thou then badst shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me.
Show me thy thought. ^
Iago. My Lord, you know I love you.
Oth. I think thou dost:
And", for I know, thou art full of love and honesty,
IAGO. For Michael Cassio,
OTH. I think so too.
Iago. Men should be what they seem; Or, those that be not, would they might seem knaves,
OTH. Certain ! men should be what they seem.
IAGO. Why, then I think Casso's an honest man,
OTH. Nay, yet there's more in this j I pray the spaak 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,
OTH. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
Out of my scatter'd and unsure observance:
JAc.o. Good name in man or woman, my dear Lord, Is the immediate jewel of their soul* Who steals my purse,steals trash; <tissometh,ng,tiothing; 'Pwas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, -i:id makes me poor indeed.
OTH. I'1L know thy thoughts —
Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor shall not/whilst 'tis in. my custody.
IAGO.. Ohj beware my Lord, of jealousy: 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 h)3 wronger; .Rut oh, what damned minutes tells he o'er, Who doats, yet doubts ; suspects, yet strongly loves J
OTH. O misery!
IAGO. Poor and content, is rich, and rich, enough
Oth. Why, why is this r'
For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago,
IAGO. I'm glad of this; for now I shall have reason
OTH. Dost thou say so?
Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when she seem'd to -sbalfe, -and fear your looks. She lov'd them most.
OTH. And so she did. *
IAGO. Go too then;
To seal her father's eyes up, close as oak
He thought 'twas witchcraft—But I'm much to blame;
OTH. I am bound to you for ever.
IAGO. I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits.
OTH. Not a jot, not a jot.
IAGO. Trust me, I fear it has:
Comes from my love. But I do see you'fe ftov'd'
I am to pray you, not to strain my speech
OTH; I will not.
IAGO. Should you do so, my Lord,
My speech would fall into such vile success,
Which my thoughts aim not at. Cassio'a my worthy
friend, My Lord, I see you're mov'd
OTH. No, not much mov'd
I do not think but Desdamona's honest.
IAGO. Long live she so! and long live you to think sol
OTH. And yet how nature's erring,.from itself
Iago. Ay there's the point!—as (to be bold with you) Not to affect many proposed matches Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, 'Whereto we see in all things nature tends: Fob! one may smell, in such, a will most -rank> Foul disproportions, thoughts unnatural. But, pardon me, I do not in position Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear, Her will, recoiling to her better judgment, May fall to match you with her country-forms^ And haply, so repent.
OTH. Earewel, farewel; ** ..
If more thou dost perceive, 1et me know morfi-;
Iago. My Lord, I take my leave.
OTH. Why did I marry? ——
This honest creature, doubtless,
?ees, and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.
IAGO. My Lord, I would I might intreat your Honour To scan this thing no further: lea veil to time: Altho' 'tis fit that Cassio have his place, ?'or, sure', he fills it up with great ability; Yet if you please to hold him oil awhile, You shall by that perceive him and his means; Mote, if your lady strain his entertainment With any strong or vehement opportunity; Much will be seen in that. In the mean time, Let me be thought too busy in my fears, (As worthy cause I have to fear I am)