By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me was that done like Cassius ? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, Cas. I denied you not. Bru. You did. Cas. I did not-he was but a fool That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath riv'd my heart. 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. 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 Cassius, For Cassius is a-weary of the world; Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better Be Bru. Sheathe your dagger; angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. O Cassius! you are yoked with a lamb, Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd, To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. Bru. And my heart 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, Cassius, and from henceforth, When you are overearnest with your Brutus, CHAP. XXI. OTHELLO AND IAGO. Iago. My noble Lord SHAKSPEARE, Oth. What dost thou say, Iago? Jago. Did Michael Cassio, when Know of your love? Oth. He did, from first to last: why dost thou ask? lago. Put for a satisfaction of my thought, No farther harm. Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago?: Iago. I did not think he'd been acquainted with it. Iago. Indeed! Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honest? Iago. Honest, my Lord? Oth. Honest! ay, honest. Iago. My Lord, for aught I know, Oth. What dost thou think? Tago. Think, my Lord! Oth. Think, my Lord! Why, by Heav'n! thou echo'st mie, As if there were some monster in thy thought Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something: In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst, “Indeed!” Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me, Iago. My Lord, you know I love you, Oth. I think thou dost : And, for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty, Are tricks of custom; but in a man that's just, Iago. For Michael Cassio, I dare be sworn, I think, that he is honest. Iago. Men should be what they seem; Or, those that be not, would they might seem knaves. I pray thee speak to me as to thy thinkings; As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts Iago. Good, my Lord, pardon me; Though I am bound to ev'ry act of duty, Lam not bound to that all slaves are free to. Utter my thoughts!-Why, say they're vile and false; Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, Jago. I do beseech you, Think I perchance am vicious in my guess, Oth. What dost thou mean? Iago. Good name in man or woman, dear my Lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls. Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; "Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. Oth. I'll know thy thoughts Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor shall not, while 'tis in my custody. Oth. Ha! Iago. O beware, my Lord, of jealousy! It is a green-ey'd monster, which doth mock Who doats, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves! Iago. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough ; To him that ever fears he shall be poor. Good Heav'n! the souls of all my tribe defend Oth. Why, why is this? Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions?—Tis not to make me jealous For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago, Iago. I'm glad of this: for now I shall have reason I know our country disposition well; Oth. Dost thou say so? Iago. She did deceive her father, marrymg you; And when she seem'd to shake, and fear your looks, She lov'd them most. Oth. And so she did. Iago. Go to then ; She that, so young, could give out such a seeming, He thought 'twas witchcraft-But I'm much to blame I humbly do beseech you of your pardon, For too much loving you. Oth. I am bound to you for ever. Iago. I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits. Iago. Trust me, I fear it has : I hope you will consider what is spoke Comes from n my love. But I do see you're mov'd→→ I am to pray you, not to strain my speech Than to suspicion. |