Des. Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio!
My advocation is not now in tune;
My lord is not my lord, nor should I know him 125
Were he in favour as in humour alter'd.
So help me every spirit sanctified,
As I have spoken for you all my best
And stood within the blank of his displeasure[6168]
For my free speech! You must awhile be patient: 130
What I can do I will; and more I will
Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you.
Iago. Is my lord angry?
Emil. He went hence but now,
And certainly in strange unquietness.
Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon, 135
When it hath blown his ranks into the air,
And, like the devil, from his very arm
Puff'd his own brother; and can he be angry?[6169]
Something of moment then: I will go meet him:
There's matter in't indeed if he be angry. 140
Des. I prithee, do so. [Exit Iago.[6170]
Something sure of state,
Either from Venice or some unhatch'd practice[6171]
Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,[6172]
Hath puddled his clear spirit; and in such cases[6173]
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things, 145
Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so;[6174][6175]
For let our finger ache, and it indues[6174][6176]
Our other healthful members even to that sense[6174][6177]
Of pain: nay, we must think men are not gods,[6174]
Nor of them look for such observancy[6178] 150
As fits the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia,
I was, unhandsome warrior as I am,[6179]
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;
But now I find I had suborn'd the witness,
And he's indicted falsely.[6180] 155
Emil. Pray heaven it be state-matters, as you think,[6181][6182]
And no conception nor no jealous toy[6181][6183][6184]
Concerning you.[6181]
Des. Alas the day, I never gave him cause!
Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so;[6184] 160
They are not ever jealous for the cause,[6185]
But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster[6186][6187]
Begot upon itself, born on itself.[6188]
Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind![6189]
Emil. Lady, amen. 165