Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do

3.3.21591All my abilities in thy behalf.

Good madam, do. 1593I warrant it grieves my husband

3.3.41594As if the cause were his.

Oh, that's an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio,

3.3.61596But I will have my lord and you again

3.3.71597As friendly as you were.

As friendly as you were. Bounteous madam,

3.3.81599Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,

3.3.91600He's never anything but your true servant.

I know't. I thank you. You do love my lord;

3.3.111602You have known him long, and be you well assured

3.3.121603He shall in strangeness stand no farther off

3.3.131604Than in a politic distance.

Than in a politic distance. Ay, but, lady,

3.3.141606That policy may either last so long,

3.3.151607Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,

3.3.161608Or breed itself so out of circumstances

3.3.171609That I being absent and my place supplied,

3.3.181610My general will forget my love and service.

Do not doubt that. Before Emilia here,

3.3.201612I give thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee,

3.3.211613If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it

3.3.221614To the last article. My lord shall never rest:

3.3.231615I'll watch him tame and talk him out of patience;

3.3.241616His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;

3.3.251617I'll intermingle everything he does

3.3.261618With Cassio's suit. Therefore be merry, Cassio,

3.3.271619For thy solicitor shall rather die

3.3.281620Than give thy cause away.

Than give thy cause away. Madam, here comes my lord.

Madam, I'll take my leave.

Madam, I'll take my leave. Why stay, and hear me speak.

Madam, not now. I am very ill at ease,

3.3.321626Unfit for mine own purposes.

Well, do your discretion.

Ha? I like not that.

Ha? I like not that. What dost thou say?

Nothing, my lord; or if--I know not what.

Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?

Cassio, my lord? No sure, I cannot think it

3.3.381633That he would steal away so guilty-like,

3.3.391634Seeing your coming.

Seeing your coming. I do believe 'twas he.

How now, my lord?

3.3.411637I have been talking with a suitor here,

3.3.421638A man that languishes in your displeasure.

Who is't you mean?

Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord,

3.3.451641If I have any grace or power to move you,

3.3.461642His present reconciliation take;

3.3.471643For if he be not one that truly loves you,

3.3.481644That errs in ignorance and not in cunning,

3.3.491645I have no judgment in an honest face.

3.3.501646I prithee call him back.

Went he hence now?

Went he hence now? Aye, sooth, so humbled

3.3.521649That he hath left part of his grief with me

3.3.531650To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.

Not now, sweet Desdemon--some other time.

But shall't be shortly?

But shall't be shortly? The sooner, sweet, for you.

Shall't be tonight, at supper?

Shall't be tonight, at supper? No, not tonight.

Tomorrow dinner, then?

Tomorrow dinner, then? I shall not dine at home;

3.3.581658I meet the captains at the citadel.

Why then, tomorrow night, or Tuesday morn,

3.3.601660On Tuesday noon or night, or Wednesday morn.

3.3.611661I prithee name the time, but let it not

3.3.621662Exceed three days. In faith, he's penitent;

3.3.631663And yet his trespass, in our common reason--

3.3.641664Save that they say the wars must make example

3.3.651665Out of her best--is not almost a fault

3.3.661666T'incur a private check. When shall he come?

3.3.671667Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul

3.3.681668What you would ask me that I should deny

3.3.691669Or stand so mamm'ring on? What? Michael Cassio,

3.3.701670That came a-wooing with you, and so many a time

3.3.711671When I have spoke of you dispraisingly

3.3.721672Hath ta'en your part--to have so much to do

3.3.731673To bring him in? By'r Lady, I could do much--

Prithee, no more. Let him come when he will;

3.3.751675I will deny thee nothing.

I will deny thee nothing. Why, this is not a boon;

3.3.761677'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,

3.3.771678Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm,

3.3.781679Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit

3.3.791680To your own person. Nay, when I have a suit

3.3.801681Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,

3.3.811682It shall be full of poise and difficult weight,

3.3.821683And fearful to be granted.

And fearful to be granted. I will deny thee nothing.

3.3.831685Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this:

3.3.841686To leave me but a little to myself.

Shall I deny you? No! Farewell, my lord.

Farewell, my Desdemona. I'll come to thee straight.

Emilia, come. [To Othello] Be as your fancies teach you.

3.3.881690Whate'er you be, I am obedient.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul

3.3.901692But I do love thee! And when I love thee not,

3.3.911693Chaos is come again.

My noble lord--

My noble lord-- What dost thou say, Iago?

Did Michael Cassio, 1697when you wooed my lady,

3.3.941697.1Know of your love?

Know of your love? He did, from first to last.

3.3.951699Why dost thou ask?

But for a satisfaction of my thought,

3.3.971701No further harm.

No further harm. Why of thy thought, Iago?

I did not think he had been acquainted with her.

Oh yes, and went between us very oft.

Indeed?

Indeed? Ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in that?

3.3.1021707Is he not honest?

Honest, my lord?

Honest? Ay, honest.

My lord, for aught I know.

What dost thou think?

Think, my lord?

"Think, my lord?" By heaven, thou echo'st me

3.3.1091714As if there were some monster in thy thought

3.3.1101715Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something.

3.3.1111716I heard thee say even now, thou lik'st not that

3.3.1121717When Cassio left my wife. What didst not like?

3.3.1131718And when I told thee he was of my counsel

3.3.1141719Of my whole course of wooing, thou cried'st "Indeed?"

3.3.1151720And didst contract and purse thy brow together

3.3.1161721As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain

3.3.1171722Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me,

3.3.1181723Show me thy thought.

My lord, you know I love you.

My lord, you know I love you. I think thou dost;

3.3.1201726And for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty,

3.3.1211727And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath,

3.3.1221728Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more.

3.3.1231729For such things in a false disloyal knave

3.3.1241730Are tricks of custom, but in a man that's just,

3.3.1251731They're close dilations, working from the heart,

3.3.1261732That passion cannot rule.

That passion cannot rule. For Michael Cassio,

3.3.1271734I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest.

I think so too.

I think so too. Men should be what they seem,

3.3.1291737Or those that be not, would they might seem none.

Certain, men should be what they seem.

Why then, I think Cassio's an honest man.

Nay, yet there's more in this.

3.3.1331741I prithee speak to me as to thy thinkings,

3.3.1341742As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts

3.3.1351743The worst of words.

The worst of words. Good my lord, pardon me.

3.3.1361745Though I am bound to every act of duty,

3.3.1371746I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.

3.3.1381747Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false--

3.3.1391748As where's that palace whereinto foul things

3.3.1401749Sometimes intrude not? Who has that breast so pure

3.3.1411750Wherein uncleanly apprehensions

3.3.1421751Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit

3.3.1431752With meditations lawful?

Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,

3.3.1451754If thou but think'st him wronged and mak'st his ear

3.3.1461755A stranger to thy thoughts.

A stranger to thy thoughts. I do beseech you,

3.3.1471757Though I perchance am vicious in my guess--

3.3.1481758As I confess it is my nature's plague

3.3.1491759To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy

3.3.1501760Shapes faults that are not--that your wisdom

3.3.1511761From one that so imperfectly conceits

3.3.1521762Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble

3.3.1531763Out of his scattering and unsure observance.

3.3.1541764It were not for your quiet nor your good,

3.3.1551765Nor for my manhood, honesty, and wisdom

3.3.1561766To let you know my thoughts.

To let you know my thoughts. What dost thou mean?

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,

3.3.1581769Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

3.3.1591770Who steals my purse, steals trash--1771'tis something, nothing;

3.3.1601772'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands--

3.3.1611773But he that filches from me my good name

3.3.1621774Robs me of that which not enriches him,

3.3.1631775And makes me poor indeed.

And makes me poor indeed. I'll know thy thoughts.

You cannot, if my heart were in your hand,

3.3.1651778Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.

Ha?

Ha? Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousy.

3.3.1671781It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock

3.3.1681782The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss

3.3.1691783Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;

3.3.1701784But oh, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er

3.3.1711785Who dotes yet doubts, suspects yet soundly loves?

Oh, misery!

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough,

3.3.1741788But riches fineless is as poor as winter

3.3.1751789To him that ever fears he shall be poor.

3.3.1761790Good God, the souls of all my tribe defend

3.3.1771791From jealousy.

From jealousy. Why? Why is this?

3.3.1781793Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy,

3.3.1791794To follow still the changes of the moon

3.3.1801795With fresh suspicions? No! To be once in doubt

3.3.1811796Is to be resolved. Exchange me for a goat

3.3.1821797When I shall turn the business of my soul

3.3.1831798To such exsuffilate and blowed surmises

3.3.1841799Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous

3.3.1851800To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,

3.3.1861801Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances;

3.3.1871802Where virtue is, these are more virtuous.

3.3.1881803Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw

3.3.1891804The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt,

3.3.1901805For she had eyes and chose me. No, Iago,

3.3.1911806I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;

3.3.1921807And on the proof, there is no more but this:

3.3.1931808Away at once with love or jealousy.

I am glad of this, for now I shall have reason

3.3.1951810To show the love and duty that I bear you

3.3.1961811With franker spirit. Therefore, as I am bound,

3.3.1971812Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.

3.3.1981813Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio.

3.3.1991814Wear your eyes thus, not jealous nor secure.

3.3.2001815I would not have your free and noble nature

3.3.2011816Out of self-bounty be abused. Look to't.

3.3.2021817I know our country disposition well.

3.3.2031818In Venice they do let God see the pranks

3.3.2041819They dare not show their husbands; 1820their best conscience

3.3.2051821Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.

Dost thou say so?

She did deceive her father, marrying you;

3.3.2081824And when she seemed to shake and fear your looks,

3.3.2091825She loved them most.

She loved them most. And so she did.

She loved them most. And so she did. Why, go to then.

3.3.2101828She that so young could give out such a seeming

3.3.2111829To seel her father's eyes up close as oak

3.3.2121830He thought 'twas witchcraft--1831but I am much to blame.

3.3.2131832I humbly do beseech you of your pardon

3.3.2141833For too much loving you.

For too much loving you. I am bound to thee forever.

I see this hath a little dashed your spirits.

Not a jot, not a jot.

Not a jot, not a jot. I'faith, I fear it has.

3.3.2171838I hope you will consider what is spoke

3.3.2181839Comes from your love. 1840But I do see you're moved.

3.3.2191841I am to pray you not to strain my speech

3.3.2201842To grosser issues, nor to larger reach

3.3.2211843Than to suspicion.

I will not.

I will not. Should you do so, my lord,

3.3.2231846My speech should fall into such vile success,

3.3.2241847Which my thoughts aimed not. 1848Cassio's my worthy friend.

3.3.2251849My lord, I see you're moved.

My lord, I see you're moved. No, not much moved.

3.3.2261851I do not think but Desdemona's honest.

Long live she so, 1853and long live you to think so.

And yet how nature, erring from itself--

Ay, there's the point--1856as, to be bold with you,

3.3.2301857Not to affect many proposed matches

3.3.2311858Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,

3.3.2321859Whereto we see in all things nature tends--

3.3.2331860Foh! One may smell in such a will most rank,

3.3.2341861Foul disproportions, thoughts unnatural.

3.3.2351862But, pardon me, I do not in position

3.3.2361863Distinctly speak of her, though I may fear

3.3.2371864Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,

3.3.2381865May fall to match you with her country forms,

3.3.2391866And happily repent.

And happily repent. Farewell, farewell.

3.3.2401868If more thou dost perceive, let me know more.

3.3.2411869Set on thy wife to observe. 1870Leave me, Iago.

[Starting to exit] My lord, I take my leave.

Why did I marry? 1873This honest creature doubtless

3.3.2441874Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.

[Returning] My lord, I would I might entreat your honor

3.3.2461876To scan this thing no farther; leave it to time.

3.3.2471877Although 'tis fit that Cassio have his place--

3.3.2481878For sure he fills it up with great ability--

3.3.2491879Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile,

3.3.2501880You shall by that perceive him and his means.

3.3.2511881Note if your lady strain his entertainment

3.3.2521882With any strong or vehement importunity;

3.3.2531883Much will be seen in that. In the meantime,

3.3.2541884Let me be thought too busy in my fears,

3.3.2551885(As worthy cause I have to fear I am),

3.3.2561886And hold her free, I do beseech your honor.

Fear not my government.

Fear not my government. I once more take my leave.

This fellow's of exceeding honesty,

3.3.2591890And knows all qualities with a learned spirit

3.3.2601891Of human dealings. If I do prove her haggard,

3.3.2611892Though that her jesses were my dear heartstrings,

3.3.2621893I'd whistle her off and let her down the wind

3.3.2631894To prey at fortune. Haply for I am black

3.3.2641895And have not those soft parts of conversation

3.3.2651896That chamberers have, or for I am declined

3.3.2661897Into the vale of years--yet that's not much--

3.3.2671898She's gone. I am abused and my relief

3.3.2681899Must be to loathe her. Oh, curse of marriage,

3.3.2691900That we can call these delicate creatures ours

3.3.2701901And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad

3.3.2711902And live upon the vapor of a dungeon

3.3.2721903Than keep a corner in the thing I love

3.3.2731904For others' uses. Yet 'tis the plague to great ones,

3.3.2741905Prerogatived are they less than the base;

3.3.2751906'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death.

3.3.2761907Even then this forkèd plague is fated to us

3.3.2771908When we do quicken. Look where she comes--

3.3.2791910If she be false, heaven mocked itself;

3.3.2801911I'll not believe't.

I'll not believe't. How now, my dear Othello?

3.3.2811913Your dinner, and the generous islanders

3.3.2821914By you invited, do attend your presence.

I am to blame.

I am to blame. Why do you speak so faintly?

3.3.2841917Are you not well?

I have a pain upon my forehead, here.

Why, that's with watching; 'twill away again.

3.3.2871920Let me but bind it hard; within this hour

3.3.2881921It will be well.

It will be well. Your napkin is too little.

3.3.2891923Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you.

I am very sorry that you are not well.

[Picking up the handkerchief] I am glad I have found this napkin.

3.3.2921926This was her first remembrance from the Moor.

3.3.2931927My wayward husband hath a hundred times

3.3.2941928Wooed me to steal it, but she so loves the token--

3.3.2951929For he conjured her she should ever keep it--

3.3.2961930That she reserves it evermore about her

3.3.2971931To kiss and talk to. I'll have the work taken out

3.3.2981932And give't Iago. What he will do with it,

3.3.2991933Heaven knows, not I;

3.3.3001934I nothing but to please his fantasy.

How now? What do you here alone?

Do not you chide; I have a thing for you.

You have a thing for me? 1939It is a common thing--

Ha?

To have a foolish wife.

Oh, is that all? What will you give me now

3.3.3081943For that same handkerchief?

For that same handkerchief? What handkerchief?

What handkerchief?

3.3.3101946Why that the Moor first gave to Desdemona,

3.3.3111947That which so often you did bid me steal.

Hast stolen it from her?

No, but she let it drop by negligence,

3.3.3141950And, to th'advantage, I, being here, took't up.

3.3.3151951Look, here 'tis.

Look, here 'tis. A good wench. Give it me.

What will you do with't, that you have been

3.3.3171954So earnest to have me filch it?

So earnest to have me filch it? Why, what is that to you?

If it be not for some purpose of import,

3.3.3191957Giv't me again. Poor lady, she'll run mad

3.3.3201958When she shall lack it.

When she shall lack it. Be not acknown on't;

3.3.3211960I have use for it. Go, leave me.

3.3.3221961I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin

3.3.3231962And let him find it. Trifles light as air

3.3.3241963Are to the jealous confirmations strong

3.3.3251964As proofs of holy writ. This may do something.

3.3.3261965The Moor already changes with my poison.

3.3.3271966Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons,

3.3.3281967Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,

3.3.3291968But with a little act upon the blood,

3.3.3301969Burn like the mines of sulfur. I did say so.

3.3.3321971Look where he comes. Not poppy, nor mandragora,

3.3.3331972Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world

3.3.3341973Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep

3.3.3351974Which thou owedst yesterday.

Which thou owedst yesterday. Ha, ha! False to me?

Why, how now, general? No more of that.

Avaunt, be gone! Thou hast set me on the rack.

3.3.3381978I swear 'tis better to be much abused

3.3.3391979Than but to know't a little.

Than but to know't a little. How now, my lord?

What sense had I in her stolen hours of lust?

3.3.3411982I saw't not, thought it not, it harmed not me.

3.3.3421983I slept the next night well, fed well, was free and merry.

3.3.3431984I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.

3.3.3441985He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen,

3.3.3451986Let him not know't, and he's not robbed at all.

I am sorry to hear this.

I had been happy if the general camp,

3.3.3481989Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body,

3.3.3491990So I had nothing known. Oh, now, forever

3.3.3501991Farewell the tranquil mind; farewell content;

3.3.3511992Farewell the plumèd troops and the big wars

3.3.3521993That makes ambition virtue! Oh, farewell!

3.3.3531994Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,

3.3.3541995The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,

3.3.3551996The royal banner, and all quality,

3.3.3561997Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!

3.3.3571998And O you mortal engines whose rude throats

3.3.3581999The immortal Jove's dread clamors counterfeit,

3.3.3592000Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone.

Is't possible, my lord?

Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore!

3.3.3622003Be sure of it. Give me the ocular proof,

3.3.3632004Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,

3.3.3642005Thou hadst been better have been born a dog

3.3.3652006Than answer my waked wrath.

Than answer my waked wrath. Is't come to this?

Make me to see't, or at the least so prove it

3.3.3672009That the probation bear no hinge nor loop

3.3.3682010To hang a doubt on, or woe upon thy life!

My noble lord--

If thou dost slander her and torture me,

3.3.3712013Never pray more; abandon all remorse,

3.3.3722014On horror's head horrors accumulate,

3.3.3732015Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed,

3.3.3742016For nothing canst thou to damnation add

3.3.3752017Greater than that.

Greater than that. O grace! O heaven forgive me!

3.3.3762019Are you a man? Have you a soul? or sense?

3.3.3772020God b'wi'you, take mine office. O wretched fool

3.3.3782021That lov'st to make thine honesty a vice!

3.3.3792022O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,

3.3.3802023To be direct and honest is not safe.

3.3.3812024I thank you for this profit, and from hence

3.3.3822025I'll love no friend sith love breeds such offense.

Nay, stay; thou shouldst be honest.

I should be wise, for honesty's a fool

3.3.3852028And loses that it works for.

And loses that it works for. By the world,

3.3.3862030I think my wife be honest, and think she is not;

3.3.3872031I think that thou art just, and think thou art not.

3.3.3882032I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh

3.3.3892033As Dian's visage, is now begrimed and black

3.3.3902034As mine own face. If there be cords or knives,

3.3.3912035Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,

3.3.3922036I'll not endure it. Would I were satisfied.

I see you are eaten up with passion;

3.3.3942038I do repent me that I put it to you.

3.3.3952039You would be satisfied?

You would be satisfied? Would? Nay, and I will.

And may--but how? how satisfied, my lord?

3.3.3972042Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on?

3.3.3982043Behold her topped?

Behold her topped? Death and damnation! Oh!

It were a tedious difficulty, I think,

3.3.4002046To bring them to that prospect. Damn them then,

3.3.4012047If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster

3.3.4022048More than their own. What then? How then?

3.3.4032049What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?

3.3.4042050It is impossible you should see this

3.3.4052051Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,

3.3.4062052As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross

3.3.4072053As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,

3.3.4082054If imputation and strong circumstances,

3.3.4092055Which lead directly to the door of truth,

3.3.4102056Will give you satisfaction, you might have't.

Give me a living reason she's disloyal.

I do not like the office;

3.3.4132059But sith I am entered in this cause so far--

3.3.4142060Pricked to't by foolish honesty and love--

3.3.4152061I will go on: I lay with Cassio lately,

3.3.4162062And, being troubled with a raging tooth,

3.3.4172063I could not sleep. There are a kind of men

3.3.4182064So loose of soul that in their sleeps will mutter

3.3.4192065Their affairs; one of this kind is Cassio.

3.3.4202066In sleep I heard him say "Sweet Desdemona,

3.3.4212067Let us be wary; let us hide our loves."

3.3.4222068And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,

3.3.4232069Cry "O sweet creature!", then kiss me hard,

3.3.4242070As if he plucked up kisses by the roots

3.3.4252071That grew upon my lips, then laid his leg

3.3.4262072O'er my thigh, and sighed, and kissed, and then

3.3.4272073Cried "Cursèd fate that gave thee to the Moor!"

Oh, monstrous! monstrous!

Oh, monstrous! monstrous! Nay, this was but his dream.

But this denoted a foregone conclusion;

3.3.4302077'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.

And this may help to thicken other proofs

3.3.4322079That do demonstrate thinly.

That do demonstrate thinly. I'll tear her all to pieces!

Nay, yet be wise, yet we see nothing done;

3.3.4342082She may be honest yet. Tell me but this:

3.3.4352083Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief

3.3.4362084Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand?

I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift.

I know not that, but such a handkerchief--

3.3.4392087I am sure it was your wife's--did I today

3.3.4402088See Cassio wipe his beard with.

See Cassio wipe his beard with. If it be that--

If it be that, or any, it was hers.

3.3.4422091It speaks against her with the other proofs.

Oh, that the slave had forty thousand lives!

3.3.4442093One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.

3.3.4452094Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, Iago:

3.3.4462095All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven--'tis gone!

3.3.4472096Arise, black vengeance from the hollow hell.

3.3.4482097Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne

3.3.4492098To tyrannous hate. Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,

3.3.4502099For 'tis of aspics' tongues.

For 'tis of aspics' tongues. Yet be content.

Oh, blood, blood, blood!

Patience, I say. Your mind may change.

Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic Sea,

3.3.4542104Whose icy current and compulsive course

3.3.4552105Ne'er keeps retiring ebb but keeps due on

3.3.4562106To the Propontic and the Hellespont,

3.3.4572107Even so my bloody thoughts with violent pace

3.3.4582108Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,

3.3.4592109Till that a capable and wide revenge

3.3.4602110Swallow them up. Now, by yon marble heaven,

3.3.4612111In the due reverence of a sacred vow,

3.3.4622112I here engage my words.

I here engage my words. Do not rise yet.

3.3.4632114Witness, you ever-burning lights above,

3.3.4642115You elements that clip us round about,

3.3.4652116Witness that here Iago doth give up

3.3.4662117The execution of his wit, hands, heart

3.3.4672118To wronged Othello's service. Let him command,

3.3.4682119And to obey shall be in me remorse,

3.3.4692120What bloody business ever.

What bloody business ever. I greet thy love

3.3.4702122Not with vain thanks but with acceptance bounteous,

3.3.4712123And will upon the instant put thee to't.

3.3.4722124Within these three days let me hear thee say

3.3.4732125That Cassio's not alive.

That Cassio's not alive. My friend is dead;

3.3.4742127'Tis done at your request. 2128But let her live.

Damn her, lewd minx! 2130Oh, damn her, damn her!

3.3.4762131Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw

3.3.4772132To furnish me with some swift means of death

3.3.4782133For the fair devil. 2134Now art thou my lieutenant.

I am your own forever.