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With Caffio's fuit: therefore be merry, Cassio :
Æmil. Madam, here comes my Lord.
leave. Des Why, stay and hear me speak.
Caf. Madam, not now ; I'm very ill at ease, Upfit for mine own purposes.
Def. Well, do your difcretion. [Exit Caffio. lago. Ha! I like not that.Oth, What dost thou say? lagó. Nothing, my Lord; or if I know not what, Oih. Was not ihat Caffio parted from my wife ?
lago. Callio, my Lord?-110, sure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away so guilty.like, Seeing you coming.
Oih. I believe 'twas he.
Def, How now, my Lord ?
Oih. Who is't you mean ?
Def. Why, your Lieutenant Caffio. Good my Lord, If I have any grace, or power to move you, His present reconciliation take. For if he be not one that truly loves you, That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning * I have no judgment in an honest face. I pr'ythee call
Def, I, footh, fo humbled,
Oth. Not now, sweet . Desdemona; some other time,
* sunning, for design, or purpose simply.
I meet the captains at the citadel.
Def. Why then to-morrow night, or Tuesday morn,
When shall he com: ?
Oih. Pr'ythee, no more; let him come when he will,,
Def. Why, this is not a boon :
Orb. I will deny thee nothing.
Def. Shall I deny you ? no : farewel, my Lord,
Def. Æmilia, come : be as your fancies teach you ;
Iago. My noble Lord,-
lago. Did Michael Caffio, when you woo'd my Lady,,
Oth. He did from first to last: why dost thou ask ?
lago. But for a satisfaction of my thought, No further harm.
Oth. Why of thy thought, lago?
Oth. Indeed ! ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in Is he not honest ?
[that lago. Honest, my Lord ? Oth. Honeit? ay honest, lago. My Lord, for aught I know. Oth. What doft thou think? Iago. Think, my Lord !
Oik. Think, my Lord! why, by heav'n, thou echo'st As if there were fome monster in thy thought, [me; Too hideous to be shewn. Thou doft mean something : I heard thee say but now, thou lik'st not that, When Caftio left my wife. What didst not like? And when I told thee, he was of my counsel, In my whole course of wooing; thou cry'lt, Indeed! And didst contract and purse thy brow together, As if thou then had 'st shut up in thy brain Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me, Shew me thy thought.
lago. My Lord, you know I love you.
Oth. I think thou dost : " And for I know thou art full of love and honesty, “ And weigh'lt thy words befcre thou giv'st them breath, • Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more : " For such things, in a falle disloyal koave,
Are tricks of custom ; but, in a man that's just,
Iazo. For Michael Cafțio,
Oth. I think so too.
Jugo. Men Thould be what they seem ; O!, thofe.that be not, 'would they might seem knaves ! Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem,
lago Why, then I think Caffio's an honest mane. Qih. Nay, yet there's more in this a
I pray thee speak to me as to thy thinkings,
lago. Good my Lord, pardon me.
Oth. Thou doit conspire against thy friend, lago,
lago. I do beleech you,
Oth. What dost thou mean?
my Lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls. Who iteals my purse, Iteals tralh ; 'tis fomething, no.
thing; • 'Twas mine, 'tis his ; and has been slave to thousands; • But be that filches from me my good name, • Robs me of that which not enriches him, 6. And makes me poor indeed.'
Osh. I'll know thy thoughts
lago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor ihall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
lago. Oh, beware, my Lord, cf jealousy ; It is a green-ey'd monster, which doch mock The meat it feeds on, That cuckold lives in bliss,
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger ;
Oth. O misery!
Iago. Poor and content, is rich and rich enough;
Oth, Why? why is this?
Exchange me for a goat,
Iago. I'm glad of this; for now I shall have reafor :
Oth. Doft chou say so !