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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,
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."
If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st his ear:
lago. I do beseech you,
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 ;]
Umi reni fub nomine, nuper Ofelli.'
Horat. Serm. lib. ii. 2
Και πάλιν εξ ετέρα βήσομαι εις έτερον. .
*οιείαι, είμι δ' όλως έδένος αλλά τύχης.
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.
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
Ligo. You cannot, if my heart were in your hands Nor ihall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
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
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;
Oih. I'm bound to you for ever.
lago. Trust me, I fear it has:
Fib. I will not.
My specch would fall into juch vile excess,
My speech would fall into such vile success,
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."