with as little a web as this will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio.
Oh, you are well-tun'd now! But I'll set down the pegs that make this music, As honest as I am
The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not, Is of a constant, loving, noble nature,
I do suspect the lusty Moor Hath leap'd into my seat; the thought whereof Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards And nothing can or shall content my soul Till I am even'd with him, wife for wife,
Make the Moor thank me, love me and reward me. For making him egregiously an ass
And what's he then that says I play the villain? When this advice is free I give and honest,
I'll pour this pestilence into his ear, And by how much she strives to do him good, She shall undo her credit with the Moor. So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all.