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They're cold dilations working from the heart, (33) That passion cannot rule.

lago. For Michael Caffio, I dare be sworn, I think, that he is honest..

Oth. I think so too.

lage. Men should be what they seem. Or those that be not, would they might seem none.! - Olh. Certain, men should be what they feem.

lago. Why, then, I think Caffio's 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.

bago. Good my Lord, pardon me. Tho' I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to that all flaves are free to; Utter roy thoughts !---Why, fay, they're vile and

false; As where's that Palace, whereinto foni things Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast fo pure, But some uncleanly apprehensions Keep leets and law-days, and in feflions fit With meditations lawful?

Oth. Thou doit conspire against thy friend, lago,


but, in a man that's juft,
They're close denotements working friin the heart.

That passion cannot rule] I cannot fee why this reading should be preferred into the text; and another degraded, which makes the sentiment admirably fine:

They're cold dilations working from the heart,

That passion cannot rule. * Thefe stops and breaks which thou makest, (says Othello) are cold dilations, or the cold keeping back a fecret, which meg of phlegmatic constitutions, whose hearts are not ruleder governed by their pallions, we ind, can do ; while more fanguine tempers reveal themselves at once, and without reforve."


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If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st his ear:
A stranger to thy thoughts.

lago. I do beseech you,
Though I, perchance, an vicious in my gues,-
(As, i confefs, it is my nature's plague
To fpy into abuse ; and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not;) I entreat you then,
From one that fo imperfectly conceits,
Your wisdom would not build yourself a trouble.
Out of my scattering and unsure observance: ..
It were not for your quiet, nor your good,
Nor for my manhood, honesty and wisdom,
To let you know my thoughts. -

Oth. What dost thou mean?

lago. Good name in man and woman, dear my Is the immediate jewel of their souls.” [Lord, Who steals my purse, steals trath; 'tis something,

nothing; (34) 'Twas mine, 'tis his; and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name, i. (34) W'he stea's my purje; Steals trah; 'tis something, nothing ;

'Twas mine, 'lis lis; and has been have to thousands ;]
Of riches, and other temporal poffeflions, being uncertain,
and often changing their masters, we meet with several paf-
fages in the clallics, which might have given our. Author a
hint for this sentiment;

Umi reni fub nomine, nuper Ofelli.'
Distus, erit nulli proprius; fed ceder in ufum
Nunc mihi, vinc alii..

Horat. Serm. lib. ii. 2
This Luciaa seems to have imitated in an epigram:
'Αγρός. 'Αχαιμενί δε γενόμεεν ποτέ, νύν δε Μενίππι,

Και πάλιν εξ ετέρα βήσομαι εις έτερον. .
Και γαρ εκείνος έχειν με πολ' ώετο, και πάλιν έτος

*οιείαι, είμι δ' όλως έδένος αλλά τύχης.
Nil proprium dicas, quod mutarier poteft.

Publ. Syrus. “Ουκ ειδ' ότα πέπoιθας άργυρίω, πάτερ, Ο καιρός και τυχών τοϊς μεν κεκλημένους *Εδωκε, των κεκτημένων δ' αφείλειο. Apollodorus. Άρήματα δ' ανθρώπων άλλοτε άλλος έχει... Solon.

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Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
And makes me poor

Oth. I'll know thy thoughts

Ligo. You cannot, if my heart were in your hands Nor ihall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.

Dih. Ha!

Iago. Oh, beware, my Lord, of jealousy; It is a green-eyed monster, which doth make The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; But, oh, what damned minutes tells he o'er, Who doats, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves!

Oth. Oh misery!

Iago. 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 jealousy!

Otk. 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 ? No; to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved. Exchange me for a goats. When I hall turn the business of soul To such exsufflicate, and blown surmises, Matching thyinference. 'Tis not to make me jealous. To say, my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, fings, 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 the had eyes,

and chose me. No, Iago, L'll lee before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this, Away at once with love or jealousy.

Jago. I'm glad of this; for now I shall have reason


To sew 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 Calcio;
Wear your eye thus; not jealous, nor secure :
I would not have your free and noble nature
Out of self-bounty be abused: look to't.
I know our country difpofition well;
In Venice they do łet heaven see the pranks
They dare not thew their husbands; their best

Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.

Oth, Dost thou say so?

lago. She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when she seemed to thake, and fear your looks, She loved them moft.

Oth. And so she did.

lago. Go to then;
She, that, 1o young, could give out such a seeming
To seal her father's eyes up, close as oak-----
He thought 'twas witchcraft—but I'm much to
I humbly do befeech you of your pardon, [blame:
For too much loving you.

Oih. I'm bound to you for ever.
lago. I see this hath a little dafled your spirits.
Oih. Not a jot, not a jota

lago. Trust me, I fear it has:
I hope you will consider, what is spoke
Comes from my love. But, I do fee, you're moved
I am to pray you, not to strain my speech
To grofler idlues, nor to larger reach,
Than to suspicion.

Fib. I will not.
lago. Should you do so, my Lord, (35)
(35) Should you do fo, my Lord,

My specch would fall into juch vile excess,
W bice my oboughts aim not at.] This is Mr Pope's reading

Caffio's my

My speech would fall into such vile success,
Which my thoughts aim not at.

worthy friend.
My Lord, i jee you're moved

Oih. No, not much moved I do not think but Deidemona's honest. lago. Long live fue fo! and long live you to

think fo! Oth. And yet how Nature erring from itself

lago. Ay, there's the point;-as (to be bold with Not to affect many proposed matches [you), Of her own clime, complexion and degree, Whereto we fee in all things Nature tends : Fol! one may finell, in such, a will most rank, Foul disproportions, thoughts unnatural. But, pardon me, I do not in pofition Distinctly speak of her; tho’/ may fear, Her will, recoiling to her better judgment, May fail to match you with her country forms, And, haply, fo repent.

Oth. Farewel, farewel; If more thou dost perceive, let me know more;. Set on thy wife t'oblerve. Leave me, lago,

lago. My Lord, I take my leave. . [Going

Oih. Why did I marry? This honeft creature, doubtless, Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. lage. My Lord, I would I might entreat your


and I am afraid, as erroneous as it is authorized For; suppose Othello were to believe all that lago told him on fulpicion, how would lago's speech fall into the worse excess thereupon ? All the old copies that I have seen, read fuccis; and this is certainly the Author's nieaning, If

you should believe all I havé faid, my speech would. frieceed worse, have more vile consequences in your resentment against your wife, than I had any aim, or purpose, to excise."

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