Iago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool,
And loses that it works for.[6031]
Oth. By the world,[6032]
I think my wife be honest, and think she is not;[6032][6033]
I think that thou art just, and think thou art not:[6032]
I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh[6032][6034] 390
As Dian's visage, is now begrimed and black[6032]
As mine own face. If there be cords, or knives,[6032]
Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,[6032][6035]
I'll not endure it. Would I were satisfied![6032]
Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion:[6032][6036] 395
I do repent me that I put it to you.
You would be satisfied?
Oth. Would! nay, I will.[6037]
Iago. And may: but, how? how satisfied, my lord?
Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on?[6038]
Behold her topp'd?[6039]
Oth. Death and damnation! O! 400
Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
To bring them to that prospect: damn them then,[6040]
If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster[6041]
More than their own! What then? how then?[6042]
What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?[6043] 405
It is impossible you should see this,
Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,[6044]
As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,
If imputation and strong circumstances, 410
Which lead directly to the door of truth,
Will give you satisfaction, you may have 't.[6045]
Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal.[6046]
Iago. I do not like the office:
But sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,[5911][6047] 415
Prick'd to 't by foolish honesty and love,
I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately,[6048]
And being troubled with a raging tooth,[6049]
I could not sleep.[6049]
There are a kind of men so loose of soul,[6049] 420
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs:[6049][6050]
One of this kind is Cassio:[6049]
In sleep I heard him say 'Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves;'[6051]
And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand, 425
Cry 'O sweet creature!' and then kiss me hard,[6052]
As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg[6053][6054]
Over my thigh, and sigh'd and kiss'd, and then[6053][6055]
Cried 'Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!'[6053][6055] 430
Oth. O monstrous! monstrous!