Othello

by William Shakespeare

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

put but money in thy purse.—These Moors are changeable in their wills:—fill thy purse with 365 money:

IAGO Thou art sure of me:—go, make money:—I have told thee 380 often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I hate the Moor: my cause is hearted;

I hate the Moor; And it is thought abroad that ’twixt my sheets He has done my office:

I’ll tell you what you shall do. Our general’s wife is now the general;—I

confess yourself freely to her; importune her help to put you in your place again: she is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do 310 more than she is requested: this broken joint between you and her husband entreat her to splinter; and, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before.

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls:

But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.

Trifles light as air 360 Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ:

Give me the ocular proof;

nay, guiltiness will speak Though tongues were out of use.

He, woman; 175 I say thy husband: dost understand the word? My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.

Here is a letter Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo, And here another: the one of them imports The death of Cassio to be undertook 350 By Roderigo.

Myself will straight aboard; and to the state 415 This heavy act with heavy heart relate.