Page 1495 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Or by the worth of man’s eternal soul,
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog,
Than answer my wak’d wrath.

IAGO
Is’t come to this?

OTHELLO
Make me to see’t, or at the least so prove it, [370]

That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop,
To hang a doubt on: or woe upon thy life!

IAGO
My noble lord, −

OTHELLO
If thou dost slander her, and torture me,
Never pray more, abandon all remorse. [375]

On horror’s head horrors accumulate:
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz’d,
For nothing canst thou to damnation add
Greater than that.

IAGO
O grace, O heaven defend me!

Are you a man, have you a soul or sense? [380]
God buy you, take mine office, − O wretched fool,
That livest to make thine honesty a vice!

O monstrous world, take note, take note, O world,
To be direct and honest, is not safe,
I thank you for this profit, and from hence [385]
I’ll love no friend, since love breeds such offence.

OTHELLO
Nay, stay, thou shouldst be honest.

IAGO