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To your own person. Nay, when I have suit,
Oth. I will deny thee nothing.
Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewel, my lord.
Des. Æmilia, come; be, as your fancies teach you. Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exeunt.
Manent Othello and I ago.
Iago. My noble lord,---
Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you wooed my Know of your love?
[Lady, Oth. He did, from first to last; why dost thou ask?
Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought, No farther harm.
(57) Fearful. The frequent mention in the plays of fear, fright, shaking, trembling, and the like, have relation to the wavering librations of the moon: this interpretation is applicable to the long tirades upon fear in Hudibras.
Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago ? [her.
Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discernest thou Is he not honest ?
(aught in that? Iago. Honest, my lord? Oth. Honest ? ay, honest. Iago. My lord, for aught I know: Oth. What dost thou think? layo. Think, my lord !
(echoest me; Oth. Think, my lord? why, by Heaven, thou As if there were some monster in thy thought: Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean some
. thing; I heard thee say but now, thou lik’dst not that, When Cassio left my wife. What did'st not like? And when I told thee, he was of my counsel, In my whole courseof wooing; thou criedst, indeed! And didst contract and purse thy brow together, As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain Some horrible conceit: if thou dost love me, Shew me thy thought.
Iago. My lord, you know I love you.
Oth. I think thou dost : And for I know thou art full of love and honesty, And weighest thy words before thou givest them
breath, VOL.' III.
Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more
Oth. I think so too.
Iago. Men should be what they seem. Or those that be not, would they might seem none
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 ; I praythee speak to me as to thy thinkings. As thou dost ruminate and give thy worst of The worst of words.
[thoughts Iago. Good my lord, Tho' I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to that all slaves are free to; [false; Utter my thoughts !-Why, say, they're vile and As where's that palace, whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure, But some uncleanly apprehensions Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit With ineditations lawful ?
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, lago, If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st A stranger to thy thoughts.
Iago. I do beseech you, Though 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 entreat you then, From one that so imperfectly conceits, Your wisdom would not build yourself a trouble Out of my scattering 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 and woman, dear my Is the immediate jewel of their souls. [lord, 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.
Oth. I'll know thy thoughts
Iago. Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousy ; It is a green-eyed monster, which doth make
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in
bliss, (58) 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 Oth. Oh misery! .
[lovés ! Iago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich But riches endless, is as poor as winter, Tenough; To him that ever fears he shall be poor. Good Heaven ! the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy!
Oth. Why? why is this? Think'st thou l'd make a life of jealousy? To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No; to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved. Exchange me for a goat,(59) When I shall turn the business of my soul To such exsuflicate and blown surmises, Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous, To say, my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
(58) Observe the resen,blance of horns on the head of Othello's prototype, such as are introduced in his figure, 98, antc.
(59) Exchange me for a goat. If the south side of the moon be placed, uppermost, in which case Othello will be upside down, the shadows which constitute his person will be found to resemble a goat, with its face to the right, as drawn in figure 103. The goat, so designated, has the