Othello, film by Orson Welles. Act 3, Scene 3, extract

IAGO I see this hath a little dash’d your spirits. OTHELLO Not a jot, not a jot. IAGO I’ faith, I fear it has. I hope you will consider what is spoke Comes from my love. But I do see you’re moved: I am to pray you not to strain my speech To grosser issues nor to larger reach Than to suspicion. OTHELLO I will not. IAGO Should you do so, my lord, My speech should fall into such vile success As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio’s my worthy friend-- My lord, I see you’re moved. OTHELLO No, not much moved: I do not think but Desdemona’s honest. IAGO Long live she so! and long live you to think so! OTHELLO And yet, how nature erring from itself,-- IAGO Ay, there’s the point: as--to be bold with you-- Not to affect many proposed matches Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, Whereto we see in all things nature tends-- Foh! one may smell in such a will most rank, Foul disproportion thou