1 Tomorrow with your earliest Let me have speech with you.
2 I am to pray you not to strain my speech To grosser issues nor to larger reach Than to suspicion.
3 Should you do so, my lord, My speech should fall into such vile success Which my thoughts aim'd not.
4 You shall observe him, And his own courses will denote him so That I may save my speech: do but go after, And mark how he continues.
5 Thus it is, general: Montano and myself being in speech, There comes a fellow crying out for help, And Cassio following him with determin'd sword, To execute upon him.
6 There's a poor piece of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that attends the general's wife be stirring, tell her there's one Cassio entreats her a little favour of speech.
7 Your officer, Iago, can inform you, While I spare speech, which something now offends me, Of all that I do know; nor know I aught By me that's said or done amiss this night, Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice, And to defend ourselves it be a sin When violence assails us.
8 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.