Delighted them on any other form;
Or that I do not, and ever did,
And ever will, though he do shake me off
To beggarly divorcement, love him dearly,
Comfort forswear me. Unkindness may do much,
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love....
Iago. I pray you be content: ’tis but his humour.
The business of the state does him offence.
Desdemona. If ’twere no other.’——