‘Enter Othello, Iago, and Attendants.
Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o’ th’ conscience,
To do no contriv’d murder. I lack iniquity
Sometimes to do me service. Nine or ten times
I thought to have jerk’d him here under the ribs.
Othello. ’Tis better as it is.
Iago. Nay, but he prated,
And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
Against your honour, that with the little godliness I have