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And when I told thee, he was of my counsel,
In my whole course of wooing; thou criedst, "Indeed!"
Some horrible conceit.
If thou dost love me,
Show me thy thought.
Iago. My Lord, you know I love you.
And, for I know, thou art full of love and honesty,
Iago. For Michael Cassio
I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest.
Iago. Men should be what they seem;
Or, those that be not, would they might seem knaves.
Iago. Why, then, I think Cassio's an honest man.
pray thee speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts
Iago. Good, my Lord! pardon me,
Though I am bound to every act of duty,
I am not bound to that all slaves are free to
Utter my thoughts! Why, say, they're vile and false;
Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago! If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and makest his ear A stranger to thy thoughts.
Iago. I do beseech you,
Think I perchance am vicious in my guess
Shapes faults that are not)-I entreat you, then,
Your wisdom would not build yourself a trouble
Oth. What dost thou mean?
Iago. Good name in man or woman, dear my Lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
Oth. I'll know thy thoughts
Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor shall not, while 'tis in my custody.
Iago. Oh, beware, my Lord, of jealousy;
Iago. Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches endless, is as poor as winter
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
Oth. Why-why is this?
Think'st thou, I'd make a life of jealousy-
With fresh suspicions? 'Tis not to make me jealous,
Iago. I'm glad of this; for now I shall have reason
To show the love and duty that I bear you,
They dare not show their husbands.
Oth. Dost thou say so?
Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when she seem'd to shake, and fear your looks, She loved them most.
Oth. And so she did.
Iago. Go to, then
She, that, so young, could give out such a seeming
He thought 'twas witchcraft
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon,
Oth. I am bound to you for ever.
-But I'm much to blame:
Iago. I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits.
Iago. Trust me, I fear it has:
I hope you will consider what is spoke
Comes from my love. But I do see you're moved
I am to pray you, not to strain my speech
Oth. I will not.
Iago. Should you do so, my Lord,
My speech would fall into such vile success,
Which my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy friend.
My Lord, I see you're moved
Oth. No, not much moved
I do not think but Desdemona's honest.
Iago. Long live she so; and long live you to think so! Oth. And yet, how nature erring from itself
Iago. Ay, there's the point;-as (to be bold with you), Not to affect many proposed matches
Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,
Oth. Farewell, farewell;
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more:
Iago. My Lord, I take my leave.
This honest creature, doubtless,
Sees, and knows more-much more than he unfolds!
Iago. I once more take my leave.
THE INFLUENCE OF THE PRESS.
WHEN listening to the eloquence of Cicero, and reading the wisdom of Socrates, we feel that man is indeed a creature "noble in reason, infinite in faculties." Our human nature becomes more precious in our sight since it has been worn by such majestic spirits. When contemplating such minds, we seem impelled to press forward with additional ardour towards perfection. Compared with such beings, whose understandings reflect a glory even on the Almighty hand which formed them, how insignificant appear all the warriors and monarchs of the earth! Their glow-worm glories vanish and are seen no more, overpowered with the dazzling brilliancy of the sages of antiquity:
Of their fellow-kind