Enter Roderigo and Iago.] RODERIGO Tush, never tell me; I take it
much unkindly That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse As if the
strings were thine, shouldst know of this, - IAGO 'Sblood, but you
will not hear me: - If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me.
RODERIGO Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate. IAGO
Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city, In personal
suit to make me his lieutenant, Off-capp'd to him: -and, by the
faith of man, I know my price, I am worth no worse a place: - But
he, as loving his own pride and purposes, Evades them, with a
bombast circumstance Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war: And, in
conclusion, nonsuits My mediators: for, "Certes," says he, "I have
already chose my officer." And what was he? Forsooth, a great
arithmetician, One Michael Cassio, a Florentine, A fellow almost
damn'd in a fair wife; That never set a squadron in the field, Nor
the division of a battle knows More than a spinster; unless the
bookish theoric, Wherein the toged consuls can propose As masterly
as he: mere prattle, without practice, Is all his soldiership. But
he, sir, had the election: And I, -of whom his eyes had seen the
proof At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other grounds, Christian and
heathen, -must be belee'd and calm'd By debitor and creditor, this
counter-caster; He, in good time, must his lieutenant be, And I-God
bless the mark his Moorship's ancient. RODERIGO By heaven, I rather
would have been his hangman. IAGO Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the
curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not
by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. Now,
sir, be judge yourself Whether I in any just term am affin'd To
love the Moor.
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