natureâs plague [150]
    To spy into abuse s , and oft my jealousy
    Shapes faults that are not) I entreat you then,
    From one that so imperfectly conject s ,
    Youâld take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
    Out of my scattering and unsure observance ; [155]
    It were not for your quiet, nor your good,
    Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom,
    To let you know my thoughts.
OTHELLO. Zounds!
IAGO. Good name in man and woman âs dear, my lord;
    Is the immediate jewel of our souls: [160]
    Who steals my purse, steals trash, âtis something, nothing,
    âTwas mine, âtis his, and has been slave to thousands:
    But he that filch es from me my good name
    Robs me of that which not enrich es him,
    And makes me poor indeed. [165]
OTHELLO. By heaven Iâll know thy thought.
IAGO. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand,
    Nor shall not, whilst âtis in my custody :
    O, beware jealousy;
    It is the green-eyâd monster, which doth mock [170]
    That meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss ,
    Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:
    But O, what damned minutes tells he oâer
    Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
OTHELLO. O misery! [175]
IAGO. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough,
    But riches, fineless , is as poor as winter
    To him that ever fears he shall be poor:
    Good God, the souls of all my tribe defend
    From jealousy!
OTHELLO. Why, why is this? [180]
    Thinkâst thou lâld make a life of jealousy?
    To follow still the changes of the moon
    With fresh suspicions? No, to be once in doubt,
    Is once to be resolvâd: exchange me for a goat ,
    When I shall turn the business of my soul [185]
    To such exsufflicate and blown surmise s ,
    Matching thy inference : âtis not to make me jealous,
    To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
    Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well;
    Where virtue is, these are more virtuous: [190]
    Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
    The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt,
    For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago,
    Iâll see before I doubt, when I doubt, prove,
    And on the proof, there is no more but this: [195]
    Away at once with love or jealousy!
IAGO. I am glad of it, for now I shall have reason
    To show the love and duty that I bear you
    With franker spirit: therefore as I am bound
    Receive it from me: I speak not yet of proof; [200]
    Look to your wife, observe her well with Cassio;
    Wear your eye thus, not jealous, nor secure.
    I would not have your free and noble nature
    Out of self-bounty be abused, look to ât:
    I know our country disposition well; [205]
    In Venice they do let God see the pranks
    They dare not show their husbands: their best conscience
    Is not to leave undone, but keep unknown.
OTHELLO. Dost thou say so?
IAGO. She did deceive her father, marrying you; [210]
    And when she seemâd to shake and fear your looks,
    She lovâd them most.
OTHELLO. And so she did.
I AGO. Why, go to then,
    She that so young could give out such a seeming,
    To seal her fatherâs eyes up, close as
    To spy into abuse s , and oft my jealousy
    Shapes faults that are not) I entreat you then,
    From one that so imperfectly conject s ,
    Youâld take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
    Out of my scattering and unsure observance ; [155]
    It were not for your quiet, nor your good,
    Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom,
    To let you know my thoughts.
OTHELLO. Zounds!
IAGO. Good name in man and woman âs dear, my lord;
    Is the immediate jewel of our souls: [160]
    Who steals my purse, steals trash, âtis something, nothing,
    âTwas mine, âtis his, and has been slave to thousands:
    But he that filch es from me my good name
    Robs me of that which not enrich es him,
    And makes me poor indeed. [165]
OTHELLO. By heaven Iâll know thy thought.
IAGO. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand,
    Nor shall not, whilst âtis in my custody :
    O, beware jealousy;
    It is the green-eyâd monster, which doth mock [170]
    That meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss ,
    Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:
    But O, what damned minutes tells he oâer
    Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
OTHELLO. O misery! [175]
IAGO. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough,
    But riches, fineless , is as poor as winter
    To him that ever fears he shall be poor:
    Good God, the souls of all my tribe defend
    From jealousy!
OTHELLO. Why, why is this? [180]
    Thinkâst thou lâld make a life of jealousy?
    To follow still the changes of the moon
    With fresh suspicions? No, to be once in doubt,
    Is once to be resolvâd: exchange me for a goat ,
    When I shall turn the business of my soul [185]
    To such exsufflicate and blown surmise s ,
    Matching thy inference : âtis not to make me jealous,
    To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
    Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well;
    Where virtue is, these are more virtuous: [190]
    Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
    The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt,
    For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago,
    Iâll see before I doubt, when I doubt, prove,
    And on the proof, there is no more but this: [195]
    Away at once with love or jealousy!
IAGO. I am glad of it, for now I shall have reason
    To show the love and duty that I bear you
    With franker spirit: therefore as I am bound
    Receive it from me: I speak not yet of proof; [200]
    Look to your wife, observe her well with Cassio;
    Wear your eye thus, not jealous, nor secure.
    I would not have your free and noble nature
    Out of self-bounty be abused, look to ât:
    I know our country disposition well; [205]
    In Venice they do let God see the pranks
    They dare not show their husbands: their best conscience
    Is not to leave undone, but keep unknown.
OTHELLO. Dost thou say so?
IAGO. She did deceive her father, marrying you; [210]
    And when she seemâd to shake and fear your looks,
    She lovâd them most.
OTHELLO. And so she did.
I AGO. Why, go to then,
    She that so young could give out such a seeming,
    To seal her fatherâs eyes up, close as
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