Oth. Pr'ythee, no more: let him come when he will; I will deny thee nothing. Des. To your own person. Nay, when I have a suit, And fearful to be granted. Oth. I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this; To leave me but a little to myself. Des. Shall I deny you? no. Farewell, my lord. Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona: I will come to thee straight. Des. Emilia, come.-Be it as your fancies teach you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exit, with Emilia. Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. Iago. My noble lord, Oth. What dost thou say, Iago? Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady, 1 Weight. 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 had been acquainted with her. Oth. O, yes; and went between us very oft. Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed.-Discern'st thou aught By heaven, he echoes me, As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean some thing: I heard thee say but now,-thou likedst not that, deed!' And didst contract and purse thy brow together, In Show me thy thought. I think thou dost; Lago. My lord, you know I love you. Oth. And, for I know thou art full of love and honesty, And weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath ; Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: For such things, in a false disloyal knave, Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just, They are close denotements, working from the heart, That passion cannot rule. Iago. For Michael Cassio, I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest. 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 pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings, 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 are vile and false; As where's that palace, whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure, Keep leets and law-days, and in session sit Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and makest his ear A stranger to thy thoughts. I do beseech you,— Iago. As, I confess, it is my nature's plague To spy into abuses; and oft my jealousy Shapes faults that are not;-I entreat you then, You'd take no notice; nor build yourself a trouble Oth. What dost thou mean? Iago. Good name, in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls. Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; "Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thou sands: But he that filches from me my good name, 1 Courts of inquiry. 2 For conjectures. Robs me of that, which not enriches him, Oth. By heaven, I'll know thy thought. Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody. Oth. Ha! Iago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy: It is the green-eyed monster, which doth make Oth. O misery! Iago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough; But riches, fineless,1 is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor. Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend Think'st thou, I'd make a life of jealousy, With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt, To such exsufflicate 2 and blown surmises, |