Othello

Iago. O Sir content you. I follow him to serue my turne vpon him. We cannot all be Masters nor all Masters Cannot be truely followd. You shall marke Many a dutious and knee-crooking knaue; That (doting on his owne obsequious bondage) Weares out his time much like his Masters Asse For naught but Prouender & when hes old Casheerd. Whip me such honest knaues. Others there are Who trymd in Formes and visages of Dutie Keepe yet their hearts attending on themselues And throwing but showes of Seruice on their Lords Doe well thriue by them. And when they haue lind their Coates Doe themselues Homage. These Fellowes haue some soule And such a one do I professe my selfe. For (Sir) It is as sure as you are Rodorigo Were I the Moore I would not be Iago: In following him I follow but my selfe. Heauen is my Iudge not I for loue and dutie But seeming so for my peculiar end: For when my outward Action doth demonstrate The natiue act and figure of my heart In Complement externe tis not long after But I will weare my heart vpon my sleeue For Dawes to pecke at; I am not what I am Rod. What a fall Fortune dos the Thicks-lips owe If he can carryt thus?