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Monologues for Men

IAGO.

That Cassio loves her, I do well believe’t;

That she loves him, ’tis apt and of great credit.

The Moor (howbeit that I endure him not)

Is of a constant, loving, noble nature,

And I dare think he’ll prove to Desdemona

A most dear husband. Now I do love her too,

Not out of absolute lust (though peradventure

I stand accomptant for as great a sin),

But partly led to diet my revenge,

For that I do suspect the lusty Moor

Hath leap’d into my seat; the thought whereof

Doth (like a poisonous mineral) gnaw my inwards;

And nothing can or shall content my soul

Till I am even’d with him, wife for wife;

Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor

At least into a jealousy so strong

That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do,

If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trace

For his quick hunting, stand the putting on,

I’ll have our Michael Cassio on the hip,

Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb

(For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too),

Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me,

For making him egregiously an ass,

And practicing upon his peace and quiet

Even to madness. ’Tis here; but yet confus’d,

Knavery’s plain face is never seen till us’d.

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