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If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
Enter OTHELLO and Iago, at a distance.
Madam, here comes
Cas. Madam, I'll take my leave.
Why, stay, And hear me speak.
Cas. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease,
[Exit Cassio. lago.
Ha! I like not that.
I do believe, 'twas he.
I have been talking with a suitor here,
Oth. Who is't, you mean?
Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good my lord,
Went he hence now?
Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time.
The sooner, sweet, for you.
No, not to-night. Des. To-morrow dinner then?
I shall not dine at home; I meet the captains at the citadel. Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or tuesday
morn; Or tuesday noon, or night; or wednesday morn;I pray thee, name the time; but let it not Exceed three days: in faith, he's penitent; And yet his trespass, in our common reason, (Save that, they say, the wars must make examples
Out of their best,) is not almost a fault
Why, this is not a boon; 'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves, Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm; Or sue to you to do peculiar profit To your own person: Nay, when I have a suit, Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed, It shall be full of poize and difficulty, And fearful to be granted. Oth.
I will deny thee nothing:
Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewell, my lord.
straight. Des. Emilia, come:-Be it as your fancies teach you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient.
[Exit, with Emilia. Oth. Excellent wretch 54 ! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
lago. My noble lord,
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;
Why of thy thought, Iago?
her. Oth. O, yes; and went between us very oft. Iago. Indeed? Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed :--Discern'st thou aught
in that? Is he not honest? Iago.
Honest, my lord? Oth.
Ay, honest. Iago. My lord, for aught I now. Oth. What dost thou think? Iago.
Think, my lord ? Oth.
Think, my lord! 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 lik'dst not that, When Cassio left my wife; What did'st not like?
And, when I told thee-he was of my counsel
Jago. My lord, you know I love you.
I think, thou dost; 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: 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, -
Oth. I think so too.
Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, 'would they might seem none !
Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem.
Why then, I think that Cassio is an honest man.
Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this: I 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,