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The text explores Othello's jealousy primarily through his interactions with Iago, who plants seeds of doubt about Desdemona's fidelity. Initially, Othello dismisses the idea of jealousy, stating, "Tis not to make me Iealious, / To say my wife is faire, feeds well, loues company... Nor from mine owne weake merites, will I draw / The smallest feare, or doubt of her reuolt, / For she had eyes, and chose me" [1]. He asserts that he will "see before I doubt; when I doubt, proue; / And on the proofe, there is no more but this, / Away at once with Loue, or Iealousie" [1].
However, Iago describes jealousy as "the greene-ey'd Monster, which doth mocke / The meate it feeds on" [2], and warns against being "dotes, yet doubts: Suspects, yet soundly loues" [2]. Iago also suggests that Desdemona may have deceived her father by marrying Othello, implying a pattern of deception [4]. The turning point for Othello appears to be the discovery of a handkerchief, which Iago claims to have seen Cassio with [5]. This evidence, coupled with Iago's insinuations, leads Othello to exclaim, "Now do I see 'tis true. Looke heere Iago, / All my fond loue thus do I blow to Heauen. 'Tis gone. Arise blacke…
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r feares he shall be poore: Good Heauen, the Soules of all my Tribe defend From Iealousie Oth. Why? why is this? Think'st thou, I'ld make a Life of Iealousie; To follow still the changes of the Moone With fresh suspitions? No: to be once in doubt, Is to be resolu'd: Exchange me for a Goat, When I shall turne the businesse of my Soule To such exufflicate, and blow'd Surmises, Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me Iealious, To say my wife is faire, feeds well, loues company, Is free of Speech, Sings, Playes, and Dances: Where Vertue is, these are more vertuous. Nor from…
ur good, Nor for my Manhood, Honesty, and Wisedome, To let you know my thoughts Oth. What dost thou meane? Iago. Good name in Man, & woman (deere my Lord) Is the immediate Iewell of their Soules; Who steales my purse, steales trash: 'Tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has bin slaue to thousands: But he that filches from me my good Name, Robs me of that, which not enriches him, And makes me poore indeed Oth. Ile know thy Thoughts Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand, Nor shall not, whil'st 'tis in my custodie Oth. Ha? Iago. Oh, beware…
r my Thoughts? Why say, they are vild, and falce? As where's that Palace, whereinto foule things Sometimes intrude not? Who ha's that breast so pure, Wherein vncleanly Apprehensions Keepe Leetes, and Law-dayes, and in Sessions sit With meditations lawfull? Oth. Thou do'st conspire against thy Friend (Iago) If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'st his eare A stranger to thy Thoughts Iago. I do beseech you, Though I perchance am vicious in my guesse (As I confesse it is my Natures plague To spy into Abuses, and of my iealousie Shapes faults that are not) that your…
reason To shew the Loue and Duty that I beare you With franker spirit. Therefore (as I am bound) Receiue it from me. I speake not yet of proofe: Looke to your wife, obserue her well with Cassio, Weare your eyes, thus: not Iealious, nor Secure: I would not haue your free, and Noble Nature, Out of selfe-Bounty, be abus'd: Looke too't: I know our Country disposition well: In Venice, they do let Heauen see the prankes They dare not shew their Husbands. Their best Conscience, Is not to leaue't vndone, but kept vnknowne Oth. Dost thou say so? Iago. She did deceiue her Father,…
andkerchiefe Spotted with Strawberries, in your wiues hand? Oth. I gaue her such a one: 'twas my first gift Iago. I know not that: but such a Handkerchiefe (I am sure it was your wiues) did I to day See Cassio wipe his Beard with Oth. If it be that Iago. If it be that, or any, it was here. It speakes against her with the other proofes Othel. O that the Slaue had forty thousand liues: One is too poore, too weake for my reuenge. Now do I see 'tis true. Looke heere Iago, All my fond loue thus do I blow to Heauen. 'Tis gone. Arise blacke vengeance, from the hollow…