Page 1496 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

I should be wise, for honesty’s a fool,
And loses that it works for.

OTHELLO
By the world,
I think my wife be honest, and think she is not, [390]
I think that thou art just, and think thou art not;

I’ll have some proof: my name, that was as fresh
As Dian’s visage, is now begrim’d, and black
As mine own face: if there be cords, or knives,

Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams, [395]
I’ll not endure it: would I were satisfied!

IAGO
I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion,
I do repent me that I put it to you;
You would be satisfied.

OTHELLO
Would, nay, I will.

IAGO
And may, but, how, how satisfied, my lord? [400]
Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on,
Behold her topp’d?

OTHELLO
Death and damnation... O!

IAGO
It were a tedious difficulty, I think,

To bring ’em to that prospect, damn ’em then,
If ever mortal eyes did see them bolster [405]
More than their own; what then, how then?
What shall I say! where’s satisfaction?

It is impossible you should see this,
Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,