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If thou but think'st him wrong’d, and mak'st his A stranger to thy thoughts.
Iago. I do beseech you , Think I, perchance, am vicious in my guess, (As I confess, it is my nature's plague To 'spy into abuse; and oft my jealousy Shapes faults that are not) I intreat you then, From one that so imperfectly conjects, Your wisdom would not build yourself a trouble Out of my scatter'd 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?
Iago. Good name in man or woman, dear my Is the immediate jewel of their souls, Who.steals my purse, streals trash ; 'tis some
thing, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'lis his, and has been slave to thou
Oth. I'll know thy thoughts
Iago. O beware, my lord, of jealousy: It is a green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. The cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate ,
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 Heay'n! the souls of all my trihe defend
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 jea
lous, To say my wife is fair , feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech , sings , plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these make nigre virtuous. Nor from mine own weak inerits will I draw The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt, For she had eyes, and chose nie. 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 To shew the love and duty that I hear you With franker spirit. Therefore, as l'ın bound, Receive it from ine. I speak not yet of proof. Look to your wife , observe her well with Cassio ; Wear your eye-ihus ; not jealous nor secure! I would not have your free and noble nature Ont 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.
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 tbem most.
Oth. And so she did. Iago. 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'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.
Oth. Not a jot, not a jot.
Oth. I will not.
friend. My lord , I see you're mov'd
Oth. No, not much mov'dI do not think but Desdemona's honest. 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 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. Farewel, farewel ; If more thou dost perceive, let me know more : Set on thy wife t'observe. Leave me, Iago.
Iago. My lord, I take my leave.
Oth. Why did I marry ? This honest creature ,
doubtless, Sees, and knows more, much more than he un
folds. Iago. My lord, I would I might intreat your
Alt ho''tis fit that Cassio have his place ,
Oth. Fear not my government.
With which she followed my poor father's body,
father Than I to Hercules. Within a month ! Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had'left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married - most wicked speed to post With such dexterity to incestuous shcets ! It is not, nor it cannot come to good. But break , my
for I must hold my tongue.
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Hamlet and Ghost. Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heav'n, or blasts from
Ghost. Mark me.