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And hear me speak.
Cas. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease,
Unfit for mine own purposes.
Do your discretion.
Ha! I like not that.
Oth. What dost thou say?
Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if-I know not what.
Iago. Cassio, my lord? No, sure, I cannot think it,
Seeing you coming.
Oth. I do believe 'twas he.
Des. How now, my lord?
I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.
Oth. Who is't you mean?
Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good my lord
If I have any grace, or power to move you,
His present reconciliation take;
For, if he be not one that truly loves you,
I pr'ythee, call him back.
Went he hence now?
Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled,
That he hath left part of his grief with me;
I suffer with him. Good love, call him back.
Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time.
The sooner, sweet, for you.
No, not to-night.
Des. Shall't be to-night at supper?
Des. To-morrow dinner then?
I meet the captains at the citadel.
I shall not dine at home;
Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn ; Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday morn ;
I pray thee, name the time; but let it not
Exceed three days: in faith, he's penitent.
When shall he come ?
Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul,
What! Michael Cassio,
Or stand so mammering on.
That came a wooing with you; and many a time,
Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do
Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
To leave me but a little to myself.
Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewell, my lord.
Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona: I will come to thee straight. Des. Emilia, come :-Be it as your fancies teach you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient.
Iago. My noble lord,
[Exit, with EMILIA.
What dost thou say, Iago?
Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady,
Oth. He did, from first to last: Why dost thou ask?
No further harm.
Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago?
Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted with her.
Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed :-Discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honest?
By heaven, he echoes me,
As if there were some monster in his thought
Too hideous to be shown.-Thou dost mean something:
I think thou dost;
lago. My lord, you know I love you.
Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just,
They are close denotements, working from the heart,
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 !
I think, that Cassio is 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
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, whereunto foul things
Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure,
But some uncleanly apprehensions
Keep leets, and law-days, and in session sit
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
I do beseech you,
To spy into abuses; and, oft my jealousy
You'd take no notice; nor build yourself a trouble
Out of his scattering and unsure observance :-
Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom,
To let you know my thoughts.
What dost thou mean?
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, 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. By heaven, I'll know thy thought.
Lago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand:
Nor shall not, while 'tis in my custody
Iago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
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'd make a life of jealousy,
To follow still the changes of the moon
With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt,
"Tis not to make me jealous,
To say-my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Iago. I am glad of this; for now I shall have reason
And so she did.
Why, 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 am much to blame; I humbly do beseech you of your pardon,
For too much loving you.
Iago. I see, this hath a little dash'd your spirits.
Oth. Not a jot, not a jot.
I am bound to thee for ever.
Trust me, I fear it has.
I hope, you will consider, what is spoke
Comes from my love :-But, I do see you are mov'd :—
Should you do so, my lord,
My speech should fall into such vile success
As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy friend :—
No, not much mov'd :
I do not think but Desdemona's honest.
Iago. Long live she so! and long live you to think so!
Iago. Ay, there's the point :-As,-to be bold with you,-
Of her own clime, complexion, and degree;
Oth. Why did I marry?—This honest creature, doubtless,
Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.
Iago. My lord, I would, I might entreat your honor
To scan this thing no further; leave it to time:
And though it be fit that Cassio have his place,
Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty,