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Rh 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. Othello. O yes, and went between us very oft— Iago. Indeed! Othello. Indeed? Ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught of that? Is he not honest? Iago. Honest, my lord? Othello. Honest? Ay, honest. Iago. My lord, for aught I know. Othello. What do'st thou think? Iago. Think, my lord! Othello. Think, my lord! Alas, thou echo'st me, As if there was some monster in thy thought Too hideous to be shewn."—

The stops and breaks, the deep workings of treachery under the mask of love and honesty, the anxious watchfulness, the cool earnestness, and if we may so say, the passion of hypocrisy marked in every line, receive their last finishing in that inconceivable burst of pretended indignation at Othello's doubts of his sincerity.