Page 1494 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Than but to know’t a little.

IAGO
How now, my lord?

OTHELLO
What sense had I of her stol’n hours of lust?
I saw’t not, thought it not, it harm’d not me, [345]
I slept the next night well, was free and merry;

I found not Cassio’s kisses on her lips;
He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stol’n,
Let him not know’t, and he’s not robb’d at all.

IAGO
I am sorry to hear this. [350]

OTHELLO
I had been happy if the general camp,

Pioners, and all, had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known: O now for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind, farewell content:
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, [355]

That makes ambition virtue: O farewell,
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife;
The royal banner, and all quality,

Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! [360]
And, O ye mortal engines, whose wide throats
The immortal Jove’s great clamour counterfeit;
Farewell, Othello’s occupation’s gone!

IAGO
Is’t possible, my lord?

OTHELLO
Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore, [365]
Be sure of it, give me the ocular proof,