Lod. Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate[6375]
Call all in all sufficient? This the nature[6376] 260
Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue[6377]
The shot of accident nor dart of chance[6378]
Could neither graze nor pierce?[6379]
Iago. He is much changed.
Lod. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain?[6380]
Iago. He's that he is: I may not breathe my censure[6381][6382] 265
What he might be: if what he might he is not,[6382][6383]
I would to heaven he were!
Lod. What, strike his wife!
Iago. Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knew
That stroke would prove the worst!
Lod. Is it his use?[6384]
Or did the letters work upon his blood, 270
And new create this fault?[6385]
Iago. Alas, alas!
It is not honesty in me to speak
What I have seen and known. You shall observe him,[6386]
And his own courses will denote him so
That I may save my speech: do but go after,[6387] 275
And mark how he continues.
Lod. I am sorry that I am deceived in him. [Exeunt.[6388]