Iago
I am glad of it; for now I shall have reason
To show the love and duty that I bear you
With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound,
Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.
Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio;
Wear your eye thus, not jealous nor secure:
I would not have your free and noble nature,
Out of self-bounty, be abused; look to’t:
I know our country disposition well;
In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks
They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience
Is not to leave’t undone, but keep’t unknown.
Othello
Dost thou say so?
Iago
She did deceive her father, marrying you;
And when she seem’d to shake and fear your looks,
She loved them most.
Othello
And so she did.
Iago
She that, so young, could give out such a seeming,
To seal her father’s eyes up close as oak—
He thought ’twas witchcraft—but I am much to blame;
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
For too much loving you.