enmesh

And what’s he , then , that says I play the villain ,
When this advice is free I give and honest ,
Probal to thinking , and indeed the course
To win the Moor again ? For ’tis most easy
Th’ inclining Desdemona to subdue
In any honest suit . She’s framed as fruitful
As the free elements . And then for her
To win the Moor — were ’t to renounce his baptism ,
All seals and symbols of redeemèd sin —
His soul is so enfettered to her love
That she may make , unmake , do what she list ,
Even as her appetite shall play the god
With his weak function . How am I then a villain
To counsel Cassio to this parallel course
Directly to his good ? Divinity of hell !
When devils will the blackest sins put on ,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows ,
As I do now . For whiles this honest fool
Plies Desdemona to repair his fortune ,
And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor ,
I’ll pour this pestilence into his ear :
That she repeals him for her body’s lust ;
And by how much she strives to do him good ,
She shall undo her credit with the Moor .
So will I turn her virtue into pitch ,
And out of her own goodness make the net
That shall enmesh them all .



How now , Roderigo ?