1 She's fram'd as fruitful As the free elements.
2 I would not have your free and noble nature, Out of self-bounty, be abus'd.
3 Though I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.
4 For if such actions may have passage free, Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.
5 I slept the next night well, was free and merry; I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.
6 Signior Montano, Your trusty and most valiant servitor, With his free duty recommends you thus, And prays you to believe him.
7 She is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than she is requested.
8 I'll send her to you presently, And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor Out of the way, that your converse and business May be more free.
9 The Moor is of a free and open nature That thinks men honest that but seem to be so, And will as tenderly be led by the nose As asses are.
10 For know, Iago, But that I love the gentle Desdemona, I would not my unhoused free condition Put into circumscription and confine For the sea's worth.
11 Vouch with me, heaven, I therefore beg it not To please the palate of my appetite, Nor to comply with heat, the young affects In me defunct, and proper satisfaction, But to be free and bounteous to her mind.
12 So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile, We lose it not so long as we can smile; He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears But the free comfort which from thence he hears; But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow.
13 Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous: Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt, For she had eyes, and chose me.