To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you deny'd me: was that done like Cassius? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, CAS. I deny'd you not. BRU. You did. CAS. I did not- he was but a fool That brought my answer back. heart. Brutus hath riv'd my A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, BRU. CAS. 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 Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius. BRU. Sheathe your dagger; Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Which, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, CAS. Hath Cassius liv'd To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him? CAS. O Brutus! Cás. 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 over-earnest with your Brutus, SHAKSPEARE, CHAPTER XXVII. OTHELLO AND IAGO. IAGO. My noble Lord OTH. What dost thou say, Iago? IAGO. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd Know of your love? my Lady, OTH. He did, from first to last: why dost thou ask? IAGO. But for a satisfaction of my thought, No farther harm. OTH. Why of thy thought, Iago? Отн. IAGO. I did not think he'd been acquainted with it. IAGO. Indeed! Orn. Indeed! aye, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honest? IAGO. Honest, my Lord? Отн. Honest! aye, honest. IAGO. My Lord, for aught I know, IAGO. Think, my Lord! Orn. Think! my Lord! Why, by Heav'n, thou echo'st me, 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!" And didst contract 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. ОTH. I think thou dost : And, for I know, thou art 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 The worst of words. IAGO. Good, my Lord, pardon me ; Though I am bound to ev'ry act of duty, I am not bound to that all slaves are free to. Utter my thoughts!-Why, say, they're vile and false; As where's that palace, whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast so pure But some uncleanly apprehensions Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit OTH. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, IAGO. 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. Oтн. I'll know thy thoughts. IAGO. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; not, whilst 'tis in my custody. Nor shall Отн. Ha! 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 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 Отн. 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, Iago, LAGO. 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, marrying you; And when she seem'd to shake, and fear your looks, She lov'd them most. ОTH. 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 : For too much loving you. OTH. I am bound to you for ever. LAGO. 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 my love. But I do see you're mor'd |