Iago. Nay, this was but his dream.[6056]
Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion:[6057]
'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.[6058]
Iago. And this may help to thicken other proofs[6058]
That do demonstrate thinly.
Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces. 435
Iago. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done;[6059]
She may be honest yet. Tell me but this;
Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief[6060]
Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand?[6061][6062]
Oth. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift. 440
Iago. I know not that: but such a handkerchief—[6060]
I am sure it was your wife's—did I to-day[5911][6061]
See Cassio wipe his beard with.
Oth. If it be that,—[6063]
Iago. If it be that, or any that was hers,[6064]
It speaks against her with the other proofs. 445
Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, Iago;[6065]
All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven:
'Tis gone.[6066] 450
Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell![6067]
Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne[6068]
To tyrannous hate! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For 'tis of aspics' tongues!