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To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you denyd me: was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal, counters from his friends,
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 answer back.
Brutus hath riy'd
my heart. A friend shwuld 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 live me not.
Bau. I do not like
faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Brv. A flau'rer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus.
Cas. Com", Antony, and young Octavius, coine !
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
Fur Cassius is a-weary of the world;
Hated hy one he loves ; brav’d by his brother;
Check'd by a bondman; all his faults obserr’d,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! -
There is my dagger,
, And here my naked breast within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold! If that thou nced'st a Roman's, take it forth. I, that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart: Surike as thou didst at Cæsar; for I know, When thou didst hate him, worst, thou loy'dist him
Than ever thou lov’dst Cassius.
BRU. Sheathe your dagger;
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
Cassius! you are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger, as the fliut, bears fire,
Which, much enforced, shows a hästy spark,
And straight is cold again.
Cas; Hath Cassius liv'd
To be bui mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill-temper’d, vexeth him?
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd tõ0.
Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
Bru. And my heart too.
Cas. O Brutus!
Bru. What's the matter?
CÁs. Have you not love enough to bear with me,
When that rash humour which my mother gave ne
Makes me forgetful?
Bru. Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth,
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
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?
Lago. But for a satisfaction of my thought,
No farther harm.
Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago?
lago. I did not thiök he'd been acquainted with it.
OTH. O yes, and went between us very oft.
OTA.Indeed! aye, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in
Is he not honest ?
Iago. Honest, my Lord ?
Отн. . Honest! aye, honest.
Lago. My Lord, for aught I know.
OTH. What dost thou think?
IĄGo. Think, my Lord !
OTH. Think! my Lord! Why, by Hear'n, thou
As if there were some monster in thị thought
Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something:
I heard thee say but now, « thou lik’dst not that,"
When Cassio left my wife. What didst not like?
And when I told thee, he was of my counsel,
In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst, “ Indeed!"
And didst coniract and purse thy brow together,
As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me,
Show me thy thought.
Iago. My Lord, you know I love you.
OTH. I think thou dost :
And, for I know, thou art full of love and honesty,
And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath,
Therefore, these stops of thine fright me the more :
For such ihings in a false disloyal knave
Aré tricks of custoin; but in a man that's just,
They're cold dilations working from the heart,
That passion cannot rule.
Tago. For Michael Cassio,
I dare be sworn, I ihink, that he is honest.
OTH. I think so 100.
lago. Men should be what they seem;
Or, those that be not, would they might seem knaves
OTH. Cerlain! men should be what they seem.
Jago. Why, then I think Cassio's an honest män.
Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this;
I pray thee speak to me as to thy thinkings;
As thou dost rumivate; and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words.
Iago. Good, my Lord, pardon me; Though I am bound to ev'ry act of duiy, I am not bound to that all slaves are free to. Uiter my thoughts !-Why, say, they're vile and false; As where's that palace, whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not?
Who has a breast 30 pure But some uncleanly apprehensions
Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit
With meditation lawful?
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Tago,
If thou but think?st him wrong'a, and mak'st his ear
A stranger to thy thoughts.
LAGO. I-do beseech you,
Think I, perchance, am vicious in my guess,
(As, I confess, it is my nature's plague
To spy into abuse; and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults-that are wot,) I.entreat you then,
From one that so imperfectly conjecis,
Your wisdom would not build yourself a trouble
Out of my scatter'd 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?
Tago. Good name in man or woman, dear my Lord, Iš the immediate jewel of cheir 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.
Orh. I'll koow thy thoughts.
Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand;: Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
Iago. Oh, beware, my Lord, of jealousy!
It is a green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That.cuckold lives in bliss,
Who, certain of his fate, luves not his wronger;.
But oh, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who doats, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves!*
OTH. O misery!
IAGO. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough :..
But riches endless, is as poor as winter
To hin 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
To say, my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well:
Where virtue is, these make more virtuous.
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
The smallest fear, or doubt of her rerolt,
For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago,
l'll see, before I doubt'; when I doubt, prove;
And, on the proof, there is no more but this,
- Away at once with love or jealousy.
Iago. I'm glad of this; for now I shall have reason
To show the love and luty that I bear you
With franker spirit. Therefore, as I'm bound,
Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.
Look 10 your wife ; observe her well with Cassio ;
Wear your eye thus ; not jealous, por secure !
I would not have your free and noble nature
Out of self-bounty be abusid ; look to't.
I know our country disposition well;
In Venice they do let Heav'n see their pranks
They dare not show their husbands.
OTH. Dost thou say so?
lago, She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when she seem'd to shake, and fear your looks, She lov'd them most.
Отн. , And so she did..
Jago. Go to then;
She that, so 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 blame :
1 humbly do beseech you of your pardon,
For too much loving you.
OTH I am bound to you for ever,
LAGU. I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits.
OTH. Not a jot; not a jot.
IAGO: Trust me, I fear it has:
I hope you will consider what is spoke
nes from my love. But I do see you're mor'd. I am to pray you, not to strain my speech