Othello

proofs of holy writ ; this may do something.
    Â Â Â Â The Moor already changes with my poison: [330]
    Â Â Â Â Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons,
    Â Â Â Â Which at the first are scarce found to distaste ,
    Â Â Â Â But with a little act upon the blood
    Â Â Â Â Burn like the mines of sulphur : I did say so:
    (Enter Othello.)
    Â Â Â Â Look where he comes, not poppy , nor mandragora , [335]
    Â Â Â Â Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
    Â Â Â Â Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
    Â Â Â Â Which thou owedst yesterday.
    OTHELLO. Ha, ha, false to me, to me?
    I AGO. Why, how now, general? no more of that. [340]
    OTHELLO. Avaunt , be gone, thou hast set me on the rack ,
    Â Â Â Â I swear, ’tis better to be much abus’d
    Â Â Â Â Than but to know’t a little.
    IAGO. How now, my lord?
    OTHELLO. What sense had I of her stol’n hours of lust?
    Â Â Â Â I saw’t not, thought it not, it harm’d not me, [345]
    Â Â Â Â I slept the next night well, was free and merry;
    Â Â Â Â I found not Cassio’s kisses on her lips;
    Â Â Â Â He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stol’n,
    Â Â Â Â Let him not know’t, and he’s not robb’d at all.
    IAGO. I am sorry to hear this. [350]
    OT HELLO. I had been happy if the general camp,
    Â Â Â Â  Pioner s , and all, had tasted her sweet body,
    Â Â Â Â So I had nothing known: O now for ever
    Â Â Â Â Farewell the tranquil mind, farewell content:
    Â Â Â Â Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, [355]
    Â Â Â Â That makes ambition virtue: O farewell,
    Â Â Â Â Farewell the neighing steed , and the shrill trump ,
    Â Â Â Â The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife ;
    Â Â Â Â The royal banner, and all quality,
    Â Â Â Â Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! [360]
    Â Â Â Â And, O ye mortal engine s , whose wide throat s
    Â Â Â Â The immortal Jove’s great clamour counterfeit ;
    Â Â Â Â Farewell, Othello’s occupation’s gone!
    IAGO. Is ’t possible, my lord?
    OTHELLO. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore , [365]
    Â Â Â Â Be sure of it, give me the ocular proof,
    Â Â Â Â Or by the worth of man’s eternal soul,
    Â Â Â Â Thou hadst been better have been born a dog,
    Â Â Â Â Than answer my wak’d wrath.
    IAGO. Is ’t come to this?
    OTHELLO. Make me to see ’t, or at the least so prove it, [370]
    Â Â Â Â That the probation bear no hinge , nor loop ,
    Â Â Â Â To hang a doubt on: or woe upon thy life!
    I AGO. My noble lord, –
    OTHELLO. If thou dost slander her, and torture me,
    Â Â Â Â Never pray more, abandon all remorse . [375]
    Â Â Â Â On horror’s head horrors accumulate :
    Â Â Â Â Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz’d ,
    Â Â Â Â For nothing canst thou to damnation add
    Â Â Â Â Greater than that.
    IAGO. O grace, O heaven defend me!
    Â Â Â Â Are you a man, have you a soul or sense? [380]
    Â Â Â Â God buy you, take mine office, – O wretched fool,
    Â Â Â Â That livest to make thine honesty a vice!
    Â Â Â Â O monstrous world, take note, take note, O world,
    Â Â Â Â To be direct and honest, is not safe,
    Â Â Â Â I thank you for this profit, and from hence [385]
    Â Â Â Â I’ll love no friend, since love breeds such offence.
    OT HELLO. Nay, stay, thou shouldst be honest.
    IAGO. I should be wise, for honesty’s a fool,
    Â Â Â Â And loses that it works for.
    OTHELLO. By the world,
    Â Â Â Â I think my wife be honest, and think she is not, [390]
    Â Â Â Â I think that thou art just, and think thou art not;
    Â Â Â Â I’ll have some proof: my name, that was as fresh
    Â Â Â Â As Dian ’s visage, is now begrim’d , and black
    Â Â Â Â As mine own face: if there be cord s , or knives,
    Â Â Â Â Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams, [395]
    Â Â Â Â I’ll not endure it: would I were satisfied!
    IAGO. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion,
    Â Â Â Â I do repent me that I put it to you;
    Â Â Â Â You would be satisfied.
    OTHELLO. Would, nay, I will.
    IAGO. And may, but, how, how satisfied, my lord?