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Or fue to you, to do peculiar profit
Oth. I will deny thee nothing.
Des. Shall I deny you? no: farewel, my lord.
Def. Æmilia, come; be, as your fancies teach you :
[Exeunt, Manent Othello, and Iago. Oth, Excellent Wench!
Perdition catch my
lago. My noble lord,
lago. Did Michael Caffio, when you woo'd my lady, Know of
lago. But for a satisfaction of my thought, No farther harm.
Oih. Why of thy thought, Iago ?
But I do love thee ; &c.] Tho' all the printed copies concur in this Reading, I think, it is very reasonably to be fufpe&ted. Othello is exclaiming here with Admiration and raptucous Fondacfs: but Wretch can scarce be admitted to be used, unless in Compassion or Contempt. I make no question, but che Poet wrote ;
Excellent Wench! - Perdition catch my Soul, &c. It is to be observ'd, that, in SHAKESPEARE's time, Wench, Lass, and Girl were not used in that low and vulgar Acceptation as they are at this time of day ; but very frequently with Dignity
Oth. Oh, yes, and went between us very oft.
Iago. Honest, my lord?.
lago. My lord, you know, I love you.
Oth. I think, thou doeft :
Iago. For Michael Casio,
lago. Men should be what they seem.
Oth, Certain, men should be what they seem.
Orh. Nay, yet there's more in this ;
As thou doft ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts
lago. Good my lord, pardon me.
Oth. Thou doit conspire against thy friend, lago,
lago. I do beseech you,
self a trouble
Oth. What doft thou mean?
Oth. I'll know thy thoughts
hand; Nor Thall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
Oth. Ha !
lago. Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousie ; It is a green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss,
Orb. Oh misery!
lago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough ; But riches endless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor. Good heaven ! the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousie!
Oth. Why? why is this? Think'it thou, I'd make a life of jealoufie? To follow ftill the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No; to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolvid. Exchange me for a goat, When I shall turn the business of my soul To such exufflicate and blown furmifes, Matching thy inference. Tis not to make me jealous, To say, my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well ; Where virtue is, these are most virtuous. Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago, I'll see, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this, Away at once with love, or jealousie.
lago. I'm glad of this ; for now I shall have reason To thew the love and duty that I bear you With franker spirit. Therefore, as I'm bound, Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof. Look to your wife, observe her well with Calio; Wear your eye, thus: not jealous, nor fecure ; I would not have your free and noble nature Out of self-bounty be abusid ; look to't. I know our country disposition well ; In Venice they do let heav'n see the pranks, They dare not thew their husbands; their best conscience Is not to leav't undone, but keep't unknown. Oth. Doft thou say fo?
Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you ; And when she seem'd to shake, and fear your looks, She lov'd them most.
Oth. And so she did.
lago. Go to then ;
Oth. I'm bound to you for ever.
Oth. I will not.
lago. Should you do so, my lord, My speech would fall into such vile Success, Which my thoughts aim not at. Casio's my worthy
Oth. No, not much mov'd
lago. Long live the so! and long live you to think fo!