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My noble lord
What dost thou say, Iago?
Did Michael Cassio, when you wooed my lady, Know of your love?
He did, from first to last.
He did, from first to last.
Why dost thou ask?
But for a satisfaction of my thought, no further harm
Why of thy thought, Iago?
I did not think her had been acquainted with her
O yes, and went between us very oft.
Indeed?
Indeed? Ay, indeed. Discern’est thou aught in that?
Indeed? Ay, indeed. Discern’st thou aught in that?
Is he not honest?
Honest, my lord?
Honest? Ay, honest
My lord, for aught I know
What dost thou think?
Think, my lord?
Think, my lord! By heaven, thou echo’st me
Think, my lord! By heaven, thou echo’st me
As if there were some monster in thy thought
As if there were some monster in thy thought
Too hideous to be shown
Too hideous to be shown.
Thou dost mean something,
Thou dost mean something,
I heard thee say even now thou lik’st not that
I heard thee say even now thou lik’st not that
When Cassio left my wife: what didn’t not like?
When Cassio left my wife: what didst not like?
And when I told thee he was of my counsel
And when I told thee he was of my counsel
In my whole course of wooing,
Of my whole course of wooing
Thou cried’st ‘Indeed?’
Thou criedst ‘Indeed?’
And didst construct and purse thy brow together
And didst contract and purse thy brow together
As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain
As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceipt
Some horrible conceit.
If thou dost love me
If thou dost love me
Show me they thought
My lord, you know I love you
I think thou dost
I think thou dost
And for I know thou’rt full of love and honesty
And for I know thou’rt full of love and honesty
And weigh’st thy words before thou giv’st them breath
And weigh’st thy words before thou giv’st them breath
Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more
There fore these stops of thine fright me the more
For such things in a false disloyal knave
For such things in a false disloyal knave
Are tricks of custom, but in a man that’s just
Are tricks of custom, but in a man that’s just
They’re close delations, working from the heart,
They’re close delations, working from the heart
That passion cannot rule
For Michael Cassio,
I dare by sworn, I think, that he is honest
I think so too
Men should be what they seem,
Or those that be not, would they might seem none
Certain, men should be what they seem
Why then I think Cassio’s an honest man
Nay, yet there’s more in this
Nay, yet there’s more in this
I prithee speak to me,
I prithee speak to me,
as to thy thinkings
as to thy thinkings
As thou dost ruminate,
And give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words
Keep leets and law-days and in sessions sit
With meditations lawful?
Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago
Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
If thou but think’st him wronged and mak’st his ear
If thou but think’st him wronged and mak’st his ear
Stranger to thy thoughts
I do beseech you […]
Nor for my manhood, honesty and wisdom
To let you know my thoughts
Zounds! What dost thou mean?
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord
[…]
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed
By heaven, I’ll know thy thoughts
You cannot, if my heart were in your hand,
Nor shall not whilst ‘tis in my custordy
Ha!
O beware, my lord, of jealousy
[…]
But 0, what damned minutes tell he o’er
Who dotes yet doubts, suspects yet strongly loves
O misery!
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough
[…]
the sounds of all my tribe defend
From jealousy
Why-why is this?
Why-why is this?
Think’st thou I’d make a life of jealousy
Think’st thou I’d make a life of jealousy
To follow still the changes of the moon
To follow still the changes of the moon
With fresh suspicions?
With fresh suspicions?
No: to be once in doubt
No: to be once in doubt
Is once to be resolved.
Is once to be resolved.
Exchange me for a goat
Exchange me for a goat
When I shall turn the business of my soul
When I shall turn the business of my soul
To such exsufflicate and blown surmises
To such exsufflicate and blown surmises
Matching thy inference.
Matching thy inference.
‘Tis not to make me jealous
‘This not to me jealous
To say my wife is fair
To say my wife is fair
feeds well
feeds well,
loves company,
loves company,
Is free of speech,
Is free of speech,
sings,
sings,
plays and dances well,
plays and dances well:
Where virtue is,
Where virtue is,
these are more virtuous.
these are more virtuous.
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt
The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt,
For she had eyes and chose me.
For she had eyes and chose me.
No, Iago,
No, Iago,
I’ll see before I doubt
I’ll see before I doubt
When I doubt, prove,
when I doubt, prove,
And on the proof there is no more but this:
And on the proof there is no more but this:
Away at once with love or jealousy!
I am glad of this, for now I shall have reason
[…]
They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience
Is not to leave’s undone, but keep’s unknown
Dost thou say so?
She did deceive her father
[…]
She loved them most
And so she did.
Why, go to then:
[…]
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
For too much loving you
I am bound to thee for ever.
I see this hath a little dashed your spirits.
Not a jot, not a jot.
I’faith, I fear it has
[…]
**To grosser issues nor to larger reach*
Than to suspicion
I will not.
Should you do so, my lord
[…]
My lord, I see you’re moved
No, not much moved.
No, not much moved.
I do not think but Desdemona’s honest.
Long live she so; and long live you to think so
And yet how nature, erring from itself-
**Ay, there’s the point: as, to be bold with you,*8
[…]
May fall to match you with her country forms,
And happily repent
Farewell, farewell.
Farewell, farewell.
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more:
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more:
Set on thy wife to observe. Leave me, Iago.
My lord, I take my leave
Why did I marry?
Why did I marry?
This honest creature doubtless
This honest creature doubtless
Sees and known more-
Sees and knows more-
Much more-
Much more-
Than he unfolds.
My lord, I would I might entreat your honour
[…]
As worthy cause I have to fear I am-
And hold her free, I do beseech your honour
Fear not my government.
