exsufflicate

Why , why is this ?
Think’st thou I’d 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 resolved . 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 well .
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 .