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My lord is not my lord, nor should I know him,
Were he in favour as in humour alter’d.
So help me every spirit sanctified,
As I have spoken for you, all my best,

And stood within the blank of his displeasure [125]
For my free speech: you must awhile be patient;
What I can do I will, and more I will
Than for myself I dare, let that suffice you.

IAGO

Is my lord angry?

EMILIA

He went hence but now,
And certainly in strange unquietness. [130]

IAGO
Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon,
When it hath blown his ranks into the air;
And (like the devil) from his very arm

Puff’d his own brother, and can he be angry?
Something of moment then: I will go meet him, [135]
There’s matter in ’t indeed, if he be angry.

Exit.

DESDEMONA

I prithee do so: something sure of state,
Either from Venice, or some unhatch’d practice,
Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,
Hath puddled his clear spirit, and in such cases [140]

Men’s natures wrangle with inferior things,
Though great ones are the object.
’Tis even so; for let our finger ache,
And it indues our other healthful members

Even to that sense of pain; nay, we must think [145]
Men are not gods;
Nor of them look for such observances
As fits the bridal: beshrew me much, Emilia,