1 Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man.
2 If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.
3 Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy hate.
4 He says thou told'st him that his wife was false.
5 That handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee, Thou gav'st to Cassio.
6 I heard thee say even now, thou lik'st not that, When Cassio left my wife.
7 That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou know'st.
8 O perjur'd woman, thou dost stone my heart, And mak'st me call what I intend to do A murder, which I thought a sacrifice.
9 Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wrong'd and mak'st his ear A stranger to thy thoughts.
10 But once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
11 O thou dull Moor, that handkerchief thou speak'st of I found by fortune and did give my husband; For often with a solemn earnestness, More than indeed belong'd to such a trifle, He begg'd of me to steal it.
12 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.