It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission 377 of the will.
IAGO
It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission 377
of the will. Come, be a man! Drown thyself? Drown 378
cats and blind puppies. I have professed me thy 379
friend, and I confess me knit to thy deserving 380
with cables of perdurable toughness. I could never 381
better stead thee than now. Put money in thy purse. 382
Follow thou the wars; defeat thy favor with an 383
usurped beard. I say, put money in thy purse. It 384
cannot be that Desdemona should ⟨long⟩ continue 385
her love to the Moor—put money in thy purse—386
nor he his to her. It was a violent commencement in 387
her, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration 388
—put but money in thy purse. These Moors are 389
changeable in their wills. Fill thy purse with money. 390
The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts 391
shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. 392
She must change for youth. When she is sated 393
with his body she will find the ⟨error⟩ of her choice. 394
Therefore, put money in thy purse. If thou wilt 395
needs damn thyself, do it a more delicate way than 396
drowning. Make all the money thou canst. If sancti- 397
mony and a frail vow betwixt an erring barbarian 398
and ⟨a⟩ supersubtle Venetian be not too hard for my 399
wits and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her. 400
Therefore make money. A pox of drowning thyself! 401
It is clean out of the way. Seek thou rather to be 402
hanged in compassing thy joy than to be drowned 403
and go without her. 404
