No Fear Shakespeare: Othello: Act 3 Scene 3 Page 8

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Nor for my manhood, honesty, and wisdom To let you know my thoughts.	it wouldn’t be wise, honest, or responsible for me to tell them.
OTHELLO What dost thou mean?	OTHELLO What are you talking about?
IAGO 160Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls. Who steals my purse steals trash. 'Tis something, nothing: 'Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands. But he that filches from me my good name 165Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.	IAGO A good reputation is the most valuable thing we have—men and women alike. If you steal my money, you’re just stealing trash. It’s something, it’s nothing: it’s yours, it’s mine, and it’ll belong to thousands more. But if you steal my reputation, you’re robbing me of something that doesn’t make you richer, but makes me much poorer.
OTHELLO I’ll know thy thoughts.	OTHELLO I’m going to find out what you’re thinking.
IAGO You cannot, if my heart were in your hand, Nor shall not, whilst ’tis in my custody.	IAGO You can’t find that out, even if you held my heart in your hand you couldn’t make me tell you. And as long my heart’s inside my body, you never will.
OTHELLO Ha!	OTHELLO What?
IAGO 170Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger, But, oh, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er 175Who dotes, yet doubts— suspects, yet soundly loves!	IAGO Beware of jealousy, my lord! It’s a green-eyed monster that makes fun of the victims it devours. The man who knows his wife is cheating on him is happy, because at least he isn’t friends with the man she’s sleeping with. But think of the unhappiness of a man who worships his wife, yet doubts her faithfulness. He suspects her, but still loves her.
OTHELLO Oh, misery!	OTHELLO Oh, what misery!
IAGO Poor and content is rich, and rich enough, But riches fineless is as poor as winter To him that ever fears he shall be poor. 180Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy!	IAGO The person who’s poor and contented is rich enough. But infinite riches are nothing to someone who’s always afraid he’ll be poor. God, help us not be jealous!