Othello. And yet how nature erring from itself--

Iago. Aye, there's the point;--as to be bold with you,

Not to affect many proposed matches

Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, &c.

This is probing to the quick. Iago here turns the character of poor

Desdemona, as it were, inside out. It is certain that nothing but

the genius of Shakespeare could have preserved the entire interest

and delicacy of the part, and have even drawn an additional elegance

and dignity from the peculiar circumstances in which she is placed.

The habitual licentiousness of Iago's conversation is not to be

traced to the pleasure he takes in gross or lascivious images, but

to his desire of finding out the worst side of everything, and of

proving himself an over-match for appearances. He has none of 'the

milk of human kindness' in his composition. His imagination rejects

everything that has not a strong infusion of the most unpalatable

ingredients; his mind digests only poisons. Virtue or goodness or

whatever has the least 'relish of salvation in it' is, to his

depraved appetite, sickly and insipid: and he even resents the good

opinion entertained of his own integrity, as if it were an affront

cast on the masculine sense and spirit of his character. Thus at the

meeting between Othello and Desdemona, he exclaims, 'Oh, you are

well tuned now: but I'll set down the pegs that make this music, AS

HONEST AS I AM--his character of bonhommie not sitting at all easily

upon him. In the scenes where he tries to work Othello to his

purpose, he is proportionably guarded, insidious, dark, and

deliberate. We believe nothing ever came up to the profound

dissimulation and dexterous artifice of the well-known dialogue in

the third act, where he first enters upon the execution of his

design.

Iago. My noble lord.

Othello. What dost thou say, Iago?

Iago. Did Michael Cassio,

When you woo'd my lady, know of your love?

Othello. He did from first to last.

Why dost thou ask?

Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought,

No further harm.

Othello. Why of thy thought, Iago?

Iago. I did not think he had been acquainted with it.

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