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Jago. My noble lord.
Oth. What dost thou say, Jago?

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

Oth. He did from first to last; why dost thou ask?

Jago. But for a satisfaction of my thought,
No further harm.

Otb. Why of thy thought, Jago?
Jago. I did not think he'd been acquainted with it.
Oth. Oh yes, and went between us very oft.
Jago. Indeed!

Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'st thou ought of that? Is he not honeft?

Jago. Honest, my lord?
Oth. Honest ? ay, honest.
Jago. My lord, for ought I know.
Oth. What dost thou think?
Jago. Think, my lord!

Oth. Think, my lord! why by heav'n, thou eccho'st 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’dst not that,
When Casio left my wife. What did'st not like?
And when I told thee, he was of my counsel,
In my whole course of wooing; thou cry’dst, indeed?
And didst contract and purse thy brow together,
As if thou then badst shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit: if thou dost love me
Shew me thy thought.

Jago. My lord, you know I love you.

Oth. I think thou dost :
And for I know thou’rt full of love and honesty,
And weighst thy words before thou giv'st them breath,
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Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more:
For such things, in a false disloyal koave,
Are tricks of custom; but in a man that's just,
They're close denotements working from the heart,
That passion cannot rule.

Jago. For Michael Caffio,
I dare be sworn, I think, that he is honest.

Oth. I think so too.

Jago. Men should be what they feem.
Or those that be not, would they might seem none.

Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem.
Jago. Why, then I think Caffio's 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 thoughts,
The worst of words.

Jago. Good, my lord, pardon me.
ThoI am bound to every act of duty,
I am not bound to chat, all flaves are free to;
Utter my thoughts! --- Why say they're vile and falle?
As where's that palace whereioto foul things
Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast fo pure,
But some uncleanly apprehenfions
Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit
With meditations lawful ?

Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Jago,
If thou but think'st him wrongod, and mak’st his ear
A stranger to thy thoughts.

Jago. I do beseech you,
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess,
(As I confess it is my nature's plague
To fpie into abuse, and oft my jealousie
Shapes faults that are not,) I intreat you then


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From one that so imperfe&ly conceits,
Your wisdom would not build your self a trouble
Out of my scattering and unsure observance:
It were not for your quiet, nor your good,
Nor for my manhood, honesty and wisdom,
To let you know my thoughts.

Oth. What dost thou mean?

Jago. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls. • Who steals my purse steals trash, 'tis something, nothing ; < '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. I'll know thy thoughts

Jago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor Thall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.

Oth. Ha!

Jago. Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousie,
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 minutes tells he o'er,
Who dotes, yet doubts ; suspects, yet strongly loves!

Oth. Ob misery!

Jago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough;
But riches endless, is as poor as winter,
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
Good heaven! the souls of all my tribe defend
From jealousie.

Oth. Why? why is this ?
Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousie ?
To follow still the changes of the moon,
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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 exuffilicate 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 most 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, Jago,
I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
And on the proof, there is no more but this,
Away at once with love, or jealousie.

Jago. 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 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 heav'n see the pranks
They dare not shew their husbands; their best conscience
Is not to leave't undone, but keep’t unknown,

Oth. Dost thou fay so?

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

Oth. And so she did.

Jago. Go to then;
She that so young could give out fuch a feeming

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To seal her father's eyes up, close as oak ----
He thought 'twas witchcraft ---- but I'm much to blame:
I humbly do beseech


your pardon For too much loving you.

Oth. I'm bound to you for ever.
Jago. I see this hath a little dalhid your spirits.
Oth. Not a jot, not a jot.

Jago. Trust me, I fear it has : : ;
I hope you will confider, what is spoke .
Comes from my love. But I do fee you're mov'd ----
I am to pray you, not to strain my speech
To groffer issues, nor to larger reach,
Than to suspicion.

Oth. I will not.

Jago. Should you do so, my lord,
My speech would fall into such vile fuccess, :

: Which my thoughts aim not at. Callio's my worthy friend. My lord, I see you're mov'd

Oth. No, not much moy'd-
I do not think but Desdemona's honest.

Jago. Long live she lo; and long live you to think so.
Oth. And yet how nature erring from it self ----

Jago. 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 disproportions, thoughts up natural..
But, pardon me, I do not in position :
Distinąly speak of her, thoʻI may fear
Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,
May fall to match you with her country forms,
And haply lo repent.


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