Rod. It cannot be.
Iago. It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission[5276]
of the will. Come, be a man: drown thyself! drown cats
and blind puppies. I have professed me thy friend, and I[5277]
confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable 335
toughness: I could never better stead thee than now. Put[5278]
money in thy purse; follow thou the wars; defeat thy favour[5279]
with an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse.
It cannot be that Desdemona should long continue her love[5280]
to the Moor—put money in thy purse—nor he his to her: it[5281] 340
was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable[5282][5283]
sequestration; put but money in thy purse. These[5283][5284]
Moors are changeable in their wills:—fill thy purse with
money. The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts,[5285]
shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She[5286][5287] 345
must change for youth: when she is sated with his body,[5287]
she will find the error of her choice: she must have change,[5288][5289]
she must: therefore put money in thy purse. If thou wilt[5289]
needs damn thyself, do it a more delicate way than drowning.
Make all the money thou canst: if sanctimony and a 350
frail vow betwixt an erring barbarian and a supersubtle[5290]
Venetian be not too hard for my wits and all the tribe of
hell, thou shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox
of drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way: seek thou[5291]
rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy than to be 355
drowned and go without her.
Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on[5292]
the issue?[5292]
Iago. Thou art sure of me: go, make money: I have
told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I hate[5293] 360
the Moor: my cause is hearted; thine hath no less reason.[5294]
Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him: if thou[5295]
canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a pleasure, me a sport.[5296]
There are many events in the womb of time, which will be
delivered. Traverse; go; provide thy money. We will 365
have more of this to-morrow. Adieu.
Rod. Where shall we meet i' the morning?
Rod. I'll be with thee betimes.
Iago. Go to; farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo?[5297][5298] 370
Rod. What say you?[5297]
Iago. No more of drowning, do you hear?[5297]