too.
IAGO Men should be what they seem,
Or those that be not, would they might seem none 145 .
OTHELLO Certain, men should be what they seem.
IAGO Why then, I think Cassio’s an honest man.
OTHELLO Nay, yet there’s more in this!
I prithee speak 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 154 .
Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false,
As where’s that palace whereinto foul things
Sometimes intrude not? Who has that breast so pure,
Where no uncleanly 158 apprehensions
Keep leets 159 and law-days and in sessions sit
With 160 meditations lawful?
OTHELLO Thou dost conspire against thy friend 161 , Iago,
If thou but think’st him wronged and mak’st his ear
A stranger to thy thoughts.
IAGO I do beseech you,
Though I perchance am vicious 165 in my guess —
As I confess it is my nature’s plague
To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy 167
Shapes faults that are not — that your wisdom,
From one that so imperfectly conceits 169 ,
Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
Out of his scattering 171 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.
OTHELLO What dost thou mean?
IAGO Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate 177 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.
OTHELLO I’ll know thy thoughts.
IAGO You cannot, if 184 my heart were in your hand,
Nor shall not, whilst ’tis in my custody.
OTHELLO Ha?
IAGO O, beware, my lord, of jealousy:
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock 188
The meat it feeds on . That cuckold 189 lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger 190 :
But, O, what damnèd minutes tells 191 he o’er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet soundly loves!
OTHELLO O misery!
IAGO Poor and content is rich and rich enough,
But riches fineless 195 is as poor as winter
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
From jealousy!
OTHELLO Why? Why is this?
Think’st thou I’d make a life of jealousy,
To follow still the changes of the moon 201
With fresh suspicions ? No: to be once in doubt
Is to be resolved. Exchange me for a goat 203
When I shall turn the business of my soul
To such exsufflicate 205 and blowed surmises
Matching thy inference 206 . ’Tis not to make me jealous
To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Is free of speech, sings, plays and dances:
Where virtue is, these are more virtuous:
Nor from mine own weak merits 210 will I draw
The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt 211 ,
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 am glad of this, for now I shall have reason
To show the love and duty that I bear you
With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound,
Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof:
Look to your