DESDEMONA.
Good night, good night. Heaven me such usage send,
Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend!
[Exeunt.]
ACT V
SCENE I. Cyprus. A Street.
Enter Iago and Roderigo.
IAGO.
Here, stand behind this bulk. Straight will he come.
Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home.
Quick, quick, fear nothing; I’ll be at thy elbow.
It makes us, or it mars us, think on that,
And fix most firm thy resolution.
RODERIGO.
Be near at hand, I may miscarry in ’t.
IAGO.
Here, at thy hand. Be bold, and take thy stand.
[Retires to a little distance.]
RODERIGO.
I have no great devotion to the deed;
And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons.
’Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword; he dies.