Thus do I ever make my fool my purse: For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane, If I would time expend with such a snipe.But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor: And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheetsHe has done my office: I know not if't be true;But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,Will do as if for surety. He holds me well;The better shall my purpose work on him. Cassio's a proper man: let me see now:To get his place and to plume up my willIn double knavery--How, how? Let's see:--After some time, to abuse Othello's earThat he is too familiar with his wife.He hath a person and a smooth disposeTo be suspected, framed to make women false.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. I have't. It is engender'd. Hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.
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Emilia can never know that once I give Othello his wife's handkerchief, he will be convinced that Desdemona is cheating on him with Cassio!
Iago! I have Desdemona's handkerchief you wanted me to steal. What ever will you use it for?
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I don't know where it is, Sweet Othello. I shall look for it. Not to worry!
Desdemona, where is the handkerchief which I gave you?
She doesn't have it. Iago wasn't lying. My dear wife is having an affair. I want to kill her!
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