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.

She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when she seem’d to shake and fear your looks, She loved them most.

Why, go to then; 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.