But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Bru. I do not. Still you practise them on me. Cas. You love me not. Bru. I do not like your faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. Bru. A flatt'rer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus. Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come! Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; better Than ever thou lov'd'st Cassius. Bru. Sheathe your dagger; Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him? Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. 7 Bru. And my heart too. Cas. O Brutus? Bru What's the matter? Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me 2 When that rash humour which my mother gave me, Makes me forgetful? Bru. Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.. SHAKESPEARE. CHA P. XX VII. Othello and Iago. Iago. My noble lord, Y 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 thought, No farther harm. Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago? Iago. I did not think he'd been acquainted with it. Oth. Oh, yes, and went between us very oft. lago. Indeed! Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honest. Iago. Honest, my lord? Oth. Honest? aye, honest. Iago. My lord, for aught I know. 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 shewn. Thou dost mean some thing: I heard thee say but now, « thou lik'st not that, »> When Cassio left my wife. What didst not like? And when I told thee, he was of my counsel, << Indeed! >> And didst contract and purse thy brow together, Tago. My lord, you know I love you. And for I know, thou art full of love and honesty, And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath, Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more; 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 I knaves. Oth. Certain ! men should be what they seem. Iago. Why, then I think Cassio's an honest man. Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this. pray thee 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 to; Utter my thoughts!-Why, say, they're vile and false; As where's that palace, whereinto foul things Keps 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. then, 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, streals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thou sands: But he that filches from me my good name Oth. I'll know thy thoughts Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody, Iago. O beware, my lord, of jealousy: 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? With fresh suspicions?—'Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Iago. I'm, glad of this; for now I shall have reason you To shew the love and duty that I bear I know our country disposition well: 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. 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. Iago. I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits. |