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IAGO

’Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream, [435]
And this may help to thicken other proofs,
That do demonstrate thinly.

OTHELLO
I’ll tear her all to pieces.

IAGO

Nay, but be wise, yet we see nothing done,
She may be honest yet; tell me but this, [440]
Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief,
Spotted with strawberries, in your wife’s hand?

OTHELLO
I gave her such a one, ’twas my first gift.

IAGO
I know not that, but such a handkerchief −

I am sure it was your wife’s − did I to-day [445]
See Cassio wipe his beard with.

OTHELLO
If’t be that, −

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

It speaks against her, with the other proofs.

OTHELLO

O that the slave had forty thousand lives!
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge: [450]
Now do I see ’tis true; look here, Iago,
All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven,...

’Tis gone.
Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell,
Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne, [455]