But partly led to diet my revenge 316 For that I do suspect the lusty Moor 317 Hath leaped into my seat—the thought whereof 318 Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards, 319 And nothing can or shall content my soul 320 Till I am evened with him, wife for wife, 321 Or, failing so, yet that I put the Moor 322 At least into a jealousy so strong 323 That judgment cannot cure.
