Page 1485 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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A stranger to thy thoughts.
IAGO
I do beseech you,
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess,
(As I confess it is my nature’s plague [150]
To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not) I entreat you then,
From one that so imperfectly conjects,
You’ld take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
Out of my scattering and unsure observance; [155]
It were not for your quiet, nor your good,
Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom,
To let you know my thoughts.
OTHELLO
Zounds!
IAGO
Good name in man and woman’s dear, my lord;
Is the immediate jewel of our souls: [160]
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. [165]
OTHELLO
By heaven I’ll know thy thought.
IAGO
You cannot, if my heart were in your hand,
Nor shall not, whilst ’tis in my custody:
O, beware jealousy;
It is the green-ey’d monster, which doth mock [170]
That meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss,
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:
