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O Cassius! you are yoked with a lamb,
Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd,
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
Cas. O Brutus!
Bru. What's the matter?
Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful?
Bru. Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth, When you are overearnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
OTHELLO AND IAGO.
Iago. My noble Lord——
Oth. 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?
No farther harm.
Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago?
Iago. I did not think he'd been acquainted with it.
Iago. Honest, my Lord?
Oth. Honest! ay, honest.
Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honest?
Oth. What dost thou think?
Why, by Heav'n! thou echo'st
As if there were some monster in thy thought
Iago. My Lord, you know I love you.
And, for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty,
Are tricks of custom; but in a man that's just,
Iago. For Michael Cassio,
I dare be sworn, I think, that he is honest.
Iago. Men should be what they seem;
Or, those that be not, would they might seem knaves.
I pray thee speak to me as to thy thinkings;
As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts
Iago. Good, my Lord, pardon me;
Though I am bound to ev'ry act of duty,
I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.
Utter my thoughts!-Why, say they're vile and false;
Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit
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,
Think I perchance am vicious in my guess,
Oth. What dost thou mean?
Iago. Good name in man or 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,
Oth. I'll know thy thoughts
Oth. Why, why is this?
Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy?
Iago. O beware, my Lord, of jealousy!
Who doats, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves!
Iago. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough;
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
Good Heav'n! the souls of all my tribe defend
To follow still the changes of the moon
Iago. I'm glad of this: for now I shall have reason,
Wear your eye thus; not jealous, nor secure!
I would not have your free and noble nature
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.
And so she did.
Iago. Go to then ;
She that, so young, could give out such a seeming,
He thought 'twas witchcraft-But I'm much to blame :
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon,
For too much loving you.
Oth. I am bound to you for ever.
Iago. I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits.
Iago. Trust me, 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,
Oth. I will not.
Iago. Should you do so, my Lord,
Oth. No, not much mov'd-
Cassio's my worthy friend
Iago. Long live she so! and long live you to think so! 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: Foh 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. Farewell, farewell;
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more :
Oth. Why did I marry?
This honest creature, doubtless,
Sees, and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.
Oth. Fear not my government.