Iago
O grace! O heaven forgive me!
Are you a man? have you a soul or sense?
God be wi’ you; take mine office. O wretched fool.
That livest to make thine honesty a vice!
O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,
To be direct and honest is not safe.
I thank you for this profit; and from hence
I’ll love no friend, sith love breeds such offence.
Othello
Nay, stay: thou shouldst be honest.
Iago
I should be wise, for honesty’s a fool
And loses that it works for.
Othello
By the world,
I think my wife be honest and think she is not;
I think that thou art just and think thou art not.
I’ll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh
As Dian’s visage, is now begrimed and black
As mine own face. If there be cords, or knives,
Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
I’ll not endure it. Would I were satisfied!
Iago
I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion:
I do repent me that I put it to you.
You would be satisfied?
Othello
Would! nay, I will.