Nuts & Bolts

The Truth of Matters.
Saturday, April 11, 2009

Why? Why is this?

Think'st thou, I 'ld make a life of jealousy;

To follow still the changes of the Moon

With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt,

Is once to be resolv'd: exchange me for a goat,

When I shall turn the business of my soul

To such exsufflicate, and blown surmises,

Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous,

To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,

Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances:

Where virtue is, these are more virtuous.

Nor from mine own weak merits, will I draw

The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt,

For she had eyes, and chose me. No Iago,

I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;

And on the proof, there is no more but this,

Away at once with love, or jealousy.

- Othello, Act three, scene three, a play by William Shakespeare -

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 7:54 PM  

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