Iago

Iago: Thus do I ever make my fool my purse;
For mine own gain'd knowledge should profane,
If I would time expend with such a smipe
But for my sport and profit.  I hate the Moor;
And it is thought abroad that 'twixt my sheets
He has done my office:  I know not if't be true;
But I for mere suspicion in that kind
Will do as if for surety.  He holds me well;
The better shall my purpose work on him.
Cassio's a proper man: let me see now;
To get his place, and to plume up my will
In double knavery--How, how?--Let's see--
After some time, to abuse Othello's ear
That he is too familliar with his wife.
He hath a person and a smooth dispose
To be suspected; framed to make women false.
The Moor is of a free and open nature,
That thinks men honest that but seem to be so;
And will as tenderly be led by the n ose
As asses are.
I have't.  It is engender'd.  Hell and night
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.