Page 1516 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

A horned man’s a monster, and a beast.

IAGO
There’s many a beast then in a populous city,
And many a civil monster.

OTHELLO
Did he confess?

IAGO
Good sir, be a man, [65]
Think every bearded fellow that ’s but yok’d

May draw with you; there’s millions now alive
That nightly lies in those unproper beds
Which they dare swear peculiar: your case is better:

O, ’tis the spite of hell, the fiend’s arch-mock, [70]
To lip a wanton in a secure couch,
And to suppose her chaste. No, let me know,
And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.

OTHELLO
O, thou art wise, ’tis certain.

IAGO
Stand you awhile apart,

Confine yourself but in a patient list: [75]
Whilst you were here erewhile, mad with your grief −
A passion most unsuiting such a man −

Cassio came hither; I shifted him away,
And laid good ’scuse upon your ecstasy,
Bid him anon return, and here speak with me, [80]
The which he promis’d: but encave yourself,
And mark the jeers, the gibes, and notable scorns,

That dwell in every region of his face;
For I will make him tell the tale anew,
Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when, [85]

He has, and is again to cope your wife: