Roderigo MR. J-SSE C-LL-NS.
Roderigo. Thou told'st me thou did'st hold him in thy hate.
Iago. Despise me, if I did not. The great ones of the City,
In personal suit to make me his Lieutenant,
Off-capped 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 stuffed with epithets of war;
And, in conclusion,