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ACT III Des. Shall I deny you ? no: farewell, my Lord.
Sc. III OTH. Farewell, my Desdemona : I'll come to thee
Des. Emilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you;
Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [exit, with EMILIA.
OTH. Excellent Wretch, perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and, when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
Iago. My noble Lord-
What dost thou say, Iago?
Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my Lady,
Know of your love?
OTH. He did, from first to last: why dost thou ask?
Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought;
No further harm.
Why of thy thought, Iago ?
Iago. I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
OTH. O, yes; and went between us very oft.
Iago. Indeed !
OTH. Indeed! ay, indeed : discern'st thou aught in that?
Is he not honest?
Honest, my Lord !
Iago. My Lord, for aught I know.
What dost thou think?
Iago. Think, my Lord !
OTH. Think, my Lord! By Heaven, he echoes me, ,
As if there were some monster in his thought
Too hideous to be shewn. Thou dost mean something.
I heard thee say even now, thou lik’dst not that,
When Cassio left my wife: what didst not like?
And, when I told thee he was of my counsel
my whole course of wooing, thou criedst Indeed !
And didst contract and purse thy brow together,
As if thou then hadst, shut up in thy brain,
Some horrible conceit! If thou dost love me,
Shew me thy thought.
Iago. My Lord, you know I love you.
I think thou dost;
And, for I know thou ’rt full of love and honesty,
And weigh’st thy words before thou giv'st them breath, ACT III
Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more : Sc. III
For such things in a false disloyal knave
Are tricks of custom; but in a man that's just
They are close delations, 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.
IAGO. Why, then I think Cassio 's an honest man.
OTH. Nay, yet there's more in this:
I pr’ythee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts
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 false-
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. Iago.
I do beseech you, Though I perchance am vicious in my guess (As, I confess, it is
into abuses, and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not) that your wisdom yet,
From one that so imperfectly conceits,
Would take no notice; nor build yourself a trouble 150
Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
It were not for your quiet nor your good,
Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom,
ACT III OTH. .
What dost thou mean? Sc. III Iago. Good name in man and woman, dear my Lord,
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
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.
OTH. By Heaven, I'll know thy thoughts !
Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand;
Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
Iago. O, beware, my Lord, of Jealousy!
It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on:1 that cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger ;
But, 0, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who doats, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly
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 poor.
Good Heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
Why, why is this?
Think’st thou I ’ld make a life of jealousy,
To follow still the changes of the Moon
With fresh suspicions ? No; to be once in doubt
Is once to be resolv'd: exchange me for a goat,
When I shall turn the business of my soul
To such exsufflicate and blown surmises,
Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous
To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well;
Where virtue is, these are 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 !
1 1.c. dallies with the thoughts that nourish it, as a cat does with a mouse.
I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
190 ACT III And, on the proof, there is no more but this,
Away at once with love or jealousy!
Iago. I am glad of it; for now I shall have reason
To shew 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 shew their husbands; their best con-
Is not to leave 't undone, but keep’t 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. Отн. .
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
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
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.
l'faith, I fear it has.
I hope you will consider what is spoke
Comes from my love. But I do see you 're mov’d:
I am to pray you not to strain my speech
To grosser issues nor to larger reach
Than to suspicion. OTH. I will not. lago.
Should you do so, my Lord, My speech should fall into such vile success
As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio 's my worthy
My Lord, I see you 're mov'd.
No, not much mov’d:
I do not think but Desdemona's honest.
Iago. Long live she sol and long live you to think so!
OTH. And yet, how nature 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 ;-
Foh! one may smell, in such, a will most rank,
Foul disproportion, 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 happily repent.
Farewell, farewell :
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more;
Set on thy wife to observe: leave me, Iago.
Iago. My Lord, I take my leave. .
[going OTH. Why did I marry ? This honest creature doubtless
Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. Iago [returning:] My Lord, I would I might entreat
To scan this thing no further; leave it to time:
Although 'tis fit that Cassio have his place
(For, sure, he fills it up with great ability)
Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile,
You shall by that perceive him and his means :
Note if your Lady strain his entertainment
With any strong or vehement importunity;
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)
And hold her free, I do beseech your Honour.
OTH. Fear not my government.
Iago. I once more take my leave.
OTH. This fellow's of exceeding honesty,