CHAP. XXVII. 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? IAGO. But for a satisfaction of my thoughtt No farther harm. OTн. Why of thy thought, Iago? IAGO. I did not think he'd been acquainted with it. OTH. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honest ? IAGO. Honest, my Lord? OтM. Honest! aye, honest. IAGO. My Lord, for aught I know. OTH. What dost thou think? IAGO. Think, my Lord! OTH. Think, my Lord! Why by Heav'n, thou echo'st me, As if there were some monster in thy thought, Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something; "thou lik'st not that," What did'st not like ? And when I told thee, he was of my counsel, In my whole course of wooing; thou cry'd'st," Indeed? And did'st contract and purse thy brow together, As if thou then badst shut up in thy brain Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me, Show me thy thought. IAGO. My Lord, you know I love you. And, for I know, thou art 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. OTH. Certain ! men should be what they seem. IAGO. Why, then I think Casso's an honest man, OTH. Nay, yet there's more in this ; I pray the spaak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words. IAGO. 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're vile and false s Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions 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, Think I, perchance, am vicious in my guess, Your wisdom would not build yourself a trouble ᏞᎥ Out of my scatter'd and, unsure observance : OTH. What dost thou mean? JAGO. Good name in man or woman, my dear Lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls, Who steals my purse,steals trash; 'tis something,nothing; OTH. I'll know thy thoughts IAGO. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody. OTH. Ha! IAGO. Oh, beware my Lord, of jealousy: 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 doats, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves! OTH. O misery! IAGO. 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 Heav'n! the souls of all my tribe defend: From jealousy! OTH. 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?Tis not to make me jealous, For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago, 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 jealousy. IAGO. I'm glad of this; for now I shall have reason To shew 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. Dook 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 OTH. Dost thou say so? IAGO. She did deceive her father, marrying you ; And when she seem'd to shalte, and fear your looks, She lov'd them most. OTH. And so she did. IAGO. Go too 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'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, not to larger reach, Than to suspicion. OTH: I will not. IAGO. Should you do so, my Lord, My speech would fall into such vile success, Which my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy friend, My Lord, I see you're mov'd OTH. No, not much mov'd I do not think but Desdamona's honest. IAGO. Long live she so! and long live you to think so! Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, OTH. Farewel, farewel; If more thou dost perceive, let me know more: This honest creature, doubtless, Sees, and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. Altho' 'tis fit that Cassio have his place, |