Cas. Bounteous madam, Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, He's never any thing but your true servant. Des. I know 't; I thank you. You do love my lord; You have known him long; and be you well assur'd He shall in strangeness stand no further off Than in a politic distance. Cas. Ay, but, lady, That policy may either last so long, Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet, Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here To the last article; my lord shall never rest; I'll intermingle every thing he does With Cassio's suit. Therefore be merry, Cassio; Than give thy cause away. Enter OTHELLO and IAGO, at a distance. Emil. Madam, here comes my lord. Cas. Madam, I'll take my leave. Des. Why, stay, and hear me speak. Cas. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes. Exit CASSIO. What dost thou say? Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if-I know not what. Oth. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife? Iago. Cassio, my lord? No, sure, I cannot think it That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming. Oth. I do believe 'twas he. Des. How now, my lord! I have been talking with a suitor here, A man that languishes in your displeasure. Oth. Who is 't you mean? Des. Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord, If I have any grace or power to move you, His present reconciliation take; For if he be not one that truly loves you, I prithee call him back. Oth. Went he hence now? Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled That he hath left part of his grief with me, To suffer with him. Good love, call him back. sweet Desdemona; some other time. Oth. Not now, Des. But shall 't be shortly? The sooner, sweet, for you. Des. Shall 't be to-night at supper? Des. To-morrow dinner then? No, not to-night. I shall not dine at home; I meet the captains at the citadel. Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn; On Tuesday noon, or night; on Wednesday morn: I prithee name the time, but let it not Exceed three days: in faith, he 's penitent; And yet his trespass, in our common reason, To incur a private check. When shall he come? What you could ask me that I should deny, Or stand so mammering on. What! Michael Cassio, That came a-wooing with you, and so many a time, When I have spoke of you dispraisingly, Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much- Des. To your own person; nay, when I have a suit Oth. To leave me but a little to myself. Des. Shall I deny you? no: farewell, my lord. straight. Des. Emilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient. Exit, with EMILIA. Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. Iago. My noble lord,— Oth. What dost thou say, Iago? Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady, Know of your love? Oth. He did, from first to last: why dost thou ask? Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought; No further harm. Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago? Iago. I did not think he had been acquainted with her. Oth. O yes; and went between us very oft. Iago. Indeed! Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed; discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honest ? By heaven, he echoes me, As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something: In my whole course of wooing, thou cried'st 'Indeed!' As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain Iago. My lord, you know I love you. I think thou dost ; Oth. 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. Oth. I think so too. Iago. Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none ! Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem. Iago. Why then, I think Cassio '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. Iago. Good my lord, pardon me; Though I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to that all slaves are free to. Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false; Keep leets and law-days, and in session sit Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and makʼst his ear A stranger to thy thoughts. Iago. To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble It were not for your quiet nor your good, Oth. What dost thou mean? Iago. Good name in man and 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, |