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.

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.

No, not much moved: I do not think but Desdemona’s honest.