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My noble lord
What dost thou say, Iago?
Did Michael Cassio, when you wooed my lady, Know of your love?
He did, from first to last.
He did, from first to last.
Why dost thou ask?
But for a satisfaction of my thought, no further harm
Why of thy thought, Iago?
I did not think her had been acquainted with her
O yes, and went between us very oft.
Indeed?
Indeed? Ay, indeed. Discern’est thou aught in that?
Indeed? Ay, indeed. Discern’st thou aught in that?
Is he not honest?
Honest, my lord?
Honest? Ay, honest
My lord, for aught I know
What dost thou think?
Think, my lord?
Think, my lord! By heaven, thou echo’st me
Think, my lord! By heaven, thou echo’st me
As if there were some monster in thy thought
As if there were some monster in thy thought
Too hideous to be shown
Too hideous to be shown.
Thou dost mean something,
Thou dost mean something,
I heard thee say even now thou lik’st not that
I heard thee say even now thou lik’st not that
When Cassio left my wife: what didn’t not like?
When Cassio left my wife: what didst not like?
And when I told thee he was of my counsel
And when I told thee he was of my counsel
In my whole course of wooing,
Of my whole course of wooing
Thou cried’st ‘Indeed?’
Thou criedst ‘Indeed?’
And didst construct and purse thy brow together
And didst contract and purse thy brow together
As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain
As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceipt
Some horrible conceit.
If thou dost love me
If thou dost love me
Show me they thought
My lord, you know I love you
I think thou dost
I think thou dost
And for I know thou’rt full of love and honesty
And for I know thou’rt full of love and honesty
And weigh’st thy words before thou giv’st them breath
And weigh’st thy words before thou giv’st them breath
Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more
There fore these stops of thine fright me the more
For such things in a false disloyal knave
For such things in a false disloyal knave
Are tricks of custom, but in a man that’s just
Are tricks of custom, but in a man that’s just
They’re close delations, working from the heart,
They’re close delations, working from the heart
That passion cannot rule
For Michael Cassio,
I dare by sworn, I think, that he is honest
I think so too
Men should be what they seem,
Or those that be not, would they might seem none
Certain, men should be what they seem
Why then I think Cassio’s an honest man
Nay, yet there’s more in this
Nay, yet there’s more in this
I prithee speak to me,