William Shakespeare

Othello William Shakespeare

IAGO. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscienceTo do no contriv'd murder; I lack iniquitySometimes to do me service: nine or ten timesI had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs. OTHELLO.'Tis better as it is. IAGO. Nay, but he prated, And spoke such scurvy and provoking termsAgainst your honour, That with the little godliness I have, I did full hard forbear him. But I pray you, sir, Are you fast married? Be assur'd of this, That the magnifico is much belov'dAnd hath in his effect a voice potentialAs double as the duke's; he will divorce you, Or put upon you what restraint and grievanceThe law (with all his might to enforce it on) Will give him cable. OTHELLO. Let him do his spite; My services, which I have done the signiory, Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know, -Which, when I know that boasting is an honour, I shall promulgate, -I fetch my life and beingFrom men of royal siege. And my demeritsMay speak unbonneted to as proud a fortuneAs this that I have reach'd. For know, Iago, But that I love the gentle Desdemona, I would not my unhoused free conditionPut into circumscription and confineFor the sea's worth. But look, what lights come yond?IAGO. Those are the raised father and his friends: You we