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I’ faith I fear it has.
I hope you will consider what is spoke [220]
Comes from my love: but I do see you are mov’d,
I am to pray you, not to strain my speech

To grosser issues, nor to larger reach,
Than to suspicion.

OTHELLO
I will not.

IAGO
Should you do so, my lord, [225]
My speech should fall into such vile success

As my thoughts aim not at: Cassio’s my trusty friend:
My lord, I see you are mov’d.

OTHELLO
No, not much mov’d,
I do not think but Desdemona’s honest.

IAGO
Long live she so, and long live you to think so! [230]

OTHELLO
And yet how nature erring from itself −

IAGO
Ay, there’s the point: as, to be bold with you,
Not to affect many proposed matches,
Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,
Whereto we see in all things nature tends; [235]

Fie, we may smell in such a will most rank,
Foul disproportion; thoughts unnatural.
But pardon me: I do not in position
Distinctly speak of her, though I may fear

Her will, recoiling to her better judgement, [240]
May fall to match you with her country forms,