1 I have made bold, Iago, To send in to your wife.
2 By the world, I think my wife be honest, and think she is not.
3 Two things are to be done, My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress.
4 I heard thee say even now, thou lik'st not that, When Cassio left my wife.
5 After some time, to abuse Othello's ear That he is too familiar with his wife.
6 I prithee, let thy wife attend on her, And bring them after in the best advantage.
7 Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio; Wear your eye thus, not jealous nor secure.
8 Farewell, farewell: If more thou dost perceive, let me know more; Set on thy wife to observe.
9 I'll set her on; Myself the while to draw the Moor apart, And bring him jump when he may Cassio find Soliciting his wife.
10 There's a poor piece of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that attends the general's wife be stirring, tell her there's one Cassio entreats her a little favour of speech.
11 So please your grace, my ancient, A man he is of honesty and trust, To his conveyance I assign my wife, With what else needful your good grace shall think To be sent after me.
12 Our general's wife is now the general; I may say so in this respect, for that he hath devoted and given up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and graces.
13 Most humbly, therefore, bending to your state, I crave fit disposition for my wife, Due reference of place and exhibition, With such accommodation and besort As levels with her breeding.
14 The thought whereof Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards, And nothing can or shall content my soul Till I am even'd with him, wife for wife, Or, failing so, yet that I put the Moor At least into a jealousy so strong That judgement cannot cure.
15 Do but encave yourself, And mark the fleers, 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 He hath, and is again to cope your wife: I say, but mark his gesture.
16 Tis 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: Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt, For she had eyes, and chose me.
17 The general and his wife are talking of it, And she speaks for you stoutly: the Moor replies That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus And great affinity, and that in wholesome wisdom He might not but refuse you; but he protests he loves you And needs no other suitor but his likings To take the safest occasion by the front To bring you in again.
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