Othello
I am bound to thee for ever.
Iago
I see this hath a little dash’d your spirits.
Othello
Not a jot, not a jot.
Iago
I’ faith, I fear it has.
I hope you will consider what is spoke
Comes from my love. But I do see you’re moved:
I am to pray you not to strain my speech
To grosser issues nor to larger reach
Than to suspicion.
Othello
I will not.
Iago
Should you do so, my lord,
My speech should fall into such vile success
As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio’s my worthy friend—
My lord, I see you’re moved.
Othello
No, not much moved:
I do not think but Desdemona’s honest.