1 Certain, men should be what they seem.
2 Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
3 There are a kind of men so loose of soul, That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.
4 Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
5 Nay, we must think men are not gods, Nor of them look for such observancy As fits the bridal.
6 It is the very error of the moon, She comes more nearer earth than she was wont And makes men mad.
7 The Moor is of a free and open nature That thinks men honest that but seem to be so, And will as tenderly be led by the nose As asses are.
8 Friends all but now, even now, In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom Devesting them for bed; and then, but now, As if some planet had unwitted men, Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast, In opposition bloody.
9 Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o the conscience To do no contriv'd murder; I lack iniquity Sometimes to do me service: nine or ten times I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.
10 But men are men; the best sometimes forget; Though Cassio did some little wrong to him, As men in rage strike those that wish them best, Yet surely Cassio, I believe, receiv'd From him that fled some strange indignity, Which patience could not pass.