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Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Dash him to pieces.
CAS. I deny'd you not.
BRU. You did.
CAS. I did not-he was but a fool
That brought my anfwer back.-Brutus hath riv'd my
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
BRU. I do not. Still you practise them on me.
CAS. You love me not.
BRU. I do not like your faults.
CAS. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
BRU. A flatt'rer's would not, though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.
CAS. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come! Revenge yourselves alone on Caffius,
For Caffius is a-weary of the world;
Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother;
My fpirit from mine eyes!-There is my dagger,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'd'ft him better
Than ever thou lov'd'ft Caffius.
BRU. Sheathe your dagger;
Be angry when you will, it fhall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
O Caffius, you are yoked with a lamb,
CAS. Hath Caffius liv'd
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
BRU. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
CAS. O Brutus !
BRU. What's the matter?
CAS. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me, Makes me forgetful?
BRU. Yes, Caffius, and from henceforth
When you are over-earneft with your Brutus,
OTHELLO AND I AGO.
Y noble Lord,·
ОтH. What doft thou fay, Iago?
ÌAGO. Did Michael Caffio, when you woo'd my Lady,
Know of your love?
Oтн. He did, from firft to laft: why doft thou ask?
IAGO. But for a fatisfaction of my thought,
No farther harm.
IAGO. I did not think he'd been acquainted with it.
OTH. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'ft thou aught in that? Is he not honest?
IAGO. Honeft, my Lord?
Oтн. Honeft? ay, honest.
IAGO. My Lord, for aught I know.
ОTH. What doft thou think?
FAGO. Think, my Lord!
Отн. Think, my Lord! Why by Heav'n, thou echo'st
As if there were fome monfter in thy thought,
Too hideous to be fhewn. Thou dost mean something:
In my whole courfe of wooing; thou cry'd'ft, "Indeed !**
And didft contract and purfe thy brow together,
As if thou then hadft shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit. If thou doft love me,
Shew me thy thought.
IAGO. My Lord, you know I love you.
Oru. I think thou doft:
And, for I know, thou art full of love and honesty,
And weigh'ft thy words before thou giv'st them breath,
Are tricks of cuftom; but in a man's that's juft,
IAGO. For Michael Caffio,
I dare be fworn, I think, that he is honeft.
OTH. I think fo too.
IAGO. Men fhould be what they feem;
Or, those that be not, would they might feem knaves.
IAGO. Why, then I think Caffio's an honeft man.
I pray thee speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou doft ruminate: and give thy worft of 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 flaves are free to;
Utter my thoughts!-Why, fay, they're vile and false;
Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast so pure,
Keeps leets and law-days, and in feffions fit
Oтн. Thou doft conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'ft him wrong'd, and mak'st his ear A ftranger to thy thoughts.
IAGO. I do beseech you,
Think I, perchance, am vicious in my guefs,
Nor for my manhood, honefty, and wisdom,
To let you know my thoughts.
Oтн. What doft thou mean?
IAGO. Good name in man or woman, dear my Lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their fouls.
Who fteals my purfe, fteals trash; 'tis fomething, nothing;
Oтн. I'll know thy thoughts-
IAGO. Oh, beware, my Lord, of jealoufy;
Who doats, yet doubts; fufpects, yet ftrongly loves.
Отн. Why, why is this?
Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy?
To follow till the changes of the moon
Отн. O mifery!
IAGO. Poor and content, is rich and rich enough;
But riches endless, is as poor as winter,
To him that ever fears he fhall be poor.
Good Heaven! the fouls of all my tribe defend
With fresh fufpicions ?-Tis not to make me jealous,