Robs me of what does not do him any good,
And makes me deuced poor:
a novel reading of Iago’s passionate declaration, Othello, Act iii., Scene 3:
Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing;
’Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he, that filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.
His also was the reading:
Pray, who can hold a fire in his hand