Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, 65 But seeming so for my peculiar end.
IAGO . . .
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, 65
But seeming so for my peculiar end. 66
For when my outward action doth demonstrate 67
The native act and figure of my heart 68
In complement extern, ’tis not long after 69
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve 70
For daws to peck at. I am not what I am. 71
