1 I should be wise; for honesty's a fool, And loses that it works for.
2 I know, Iago, Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter, Making it light to Cassio.
3 This fellow's of exceeding honesty, And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit, Of human dealings.
4 It were not for your quiet nor your good, Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom, To let you know my thoughts.
5 I do not like the office, But sith I am enter'd in this cause so far, Prick'd to 't by foolish honesty and love, I will go on.'
6 So please your grace, my ancient, A man he is of honesty and trust, To his conveyance I assign my wife, With what else needful your good grace shall think To be sent after me.
7 I think thou dost; And for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath, Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: For such things in a false disloyal knave Are tricks of custom; but in a man that's just, They're close dilations, working from the heart, That passion cannot rule.